Chapter 3

Definitely M. Really.

This is my first attempt at writing a story with the sole purpose of it being an M. So be kind :)

Tarrant held onto her arm fast, causing her to halt in her retreat back to the house. Alice did not look up at him but waited for the anger in his voice to rise again. She should have known tea time was no place to try and be sexy…not that she was…or that he would ever find her that way again. She had dressed up as a common harlot…

Slowly he pulled her back to the table and took the tray from her hands, setting it on the corner of the table once again. Without saying a word, Tarrant pulled Alice between himself and the table, where little room existed to escape his glowing eyes. She risked a glance at his face, her gaze lingering as she discovered a deep yellow pooling around the outer ring of his irises.

"You did this for me? You wanted to be alone…we are always alone…" His fingers couldn't help themselves as they slowly traced the frill of soft lace that stretched against her chest, straining with each breath she took. She must have shrunk the fabric to have it so tight against her lovely skin.

"I wanted to do something special." Allowing a small smirk to escape, Alice leaned into the Hatters touch, his light brushes causing her to shiver. "It's been a year since I've come back…" licking her lips, sighing softly as one rough tip slid between the fabric and her skin, pulling against the neckline to expose more.

Tarrant chuckled deeply as he watched Alice's breath hitch from his simple movements. This wonderful creature, he didn't deserve her...yet here she was, dreaming up impossible things for him. Impossibly naughty things.

"A marvelous year. Magnificent. Magical." Closer still, Hatter kissed Alice lightly on her lips, feathering kisses across her cheek to her ear, feeling himself harden as she pressed herself closer.

Moving to her neck, kissing and licking, Tarrant shuddered when Alice moaned softly, the sound vibrating against his lips. His mind never needed much encouragement to drift into lusty thoughts where Alice was concerned and now, with her in this tight, short dress, moaning against him…well he wouldn't last very long if he didn't act quickly.

"You've been so vury naughty todae love." Kissing her lips forcefully, Tarrant slid his tongue in roughly, searching out hers, stealing her breath away – for surely she had already emptied his. "You cancelled tea…noe one cancels tea…" his hands slid up her arms and gripped Alice tight enough to turn her around. With one arm around her waist, Tarrant pulled her to him hard, bucking his hips against the back of her short fluff of a dress. Still holding her tight, his other hand slid up to fondle her breast through the thin material as he whispered into her ear. "You wear this dress…this scrap that barely covers ye."

Alice couldn't catch her breath, let alone form coherent words. Tarrant had taken control and she had no desire to break the spell he held over her at the moment. His hard cock was pressing at her through layers of clothing. With his arm trapping her between the table and himself, there was little Alice could do but moan and wiggle against him. As he released her breast she reached back, between their bodies, straining to touch him.

"No no," Tarrant clicked his tongue at her, grabbing her hand and forcing it down on the table. "Naughty thing. I'm already too hard for you lass…" dragging his nails across the stomach of the dress, he slid his hand to her back, pressing her over the table, his imagination thinking of those creamy white breasts being pushed against the tablecloth.

Alice stayed against the table, thankful for the cool wood pressed against her skin. Tarrant was making her burn with an energy she had never experienced. Not that they had never been forceful when making love, but this was…madness. A sweet, blissful madness.

The short skirt had wedged its way up around her waist due to the friction he caused while moving his hips against her and Tarrant could now see something that Alice had decided to go without that day. No panties covered her firm ass and he could smell her wetness, causing him to groan and fall to his knees. Spreading her delicately, he slid his tongue along her pink folds, loving the taste of her more than tea…

Gasping, wiggling, raising up to her toes and then back down as they curled in delight, Alice was lost to the world, to time itself as she felt Tarrant cover her with his mouth. And he was moving so slowly. She blushed as she pictured the scene…her spread over the table, skirt pulled up, Tarrant on his knees behind her…lapping at her sweetly…

"Tarrant…oh heavens love…please…please…" Alice felt as if she was spiraling out of control, she grabbed at the tablecloth and pulled as her orgasm hit full force. She widened her stance, toes digging into the grass beneath as she yelled out his name and sent a few pieces of china crashing to the ground.

Chuckling to himself, Tarrant stood, releasing his hard cock through his fly, not caring to shed any clothing as he licked his lips, trying to absorb all of her juices. There wasn't time. He needed her now.

"Naughty…" he scolded her lovingly and, without warning, slammed into her from behind, the desire to fill her completely winning out over any sense of propriety. He slid his hands along her backside and under the bunched up skirt that lay around her waist, lightly scratching his nails along her skin as he moved his hands up further. As Alice cried out, moaning and bucking back against him, wanting him to move inside her, Tarrant was achingly aware that he would not need many strokes to send him over the edge.

Alice was still riding the waves of her own pleasure when Tarrant moved into her. She felt him inside deep, and from this position he was hitting her in just the right way…if he would only move! Yet, as his fingers became trapped between her dress and her skin, she felt all of that sweet tension building yet again. Finally, he slowly removed himself and then, just as slowly, pushed back in. Alice growled and turned her head to look at him.

"Tarrant Hightop…"

Leaning down, pressing his chest against her back, he flattened her to the table and slid short quick strokes inside of her wet folds.

"Yes lass…what do ye need?" he growled breathlessly into her ear.

"You. Moving. Faster." Alice gasped out.

Picking up speed, the two lovers spoke no more coherent words as they moved as one. Tarrant slammed into her, again and again. Alice lifted herself away from the table in order to press back against him harder. She moaned loudly as he lifted one of her knees onto the corner, sending the tea tray flying yet changing the depth and position at where he was hitting her inside. As dishes crashed, Alice felt her release happening again and she squeezed herself around Tarrant, who groaned and slammed into her once more before yelling out a string of Outlandish profanity in his sexy deep brogue.

What seemed like hours later, Alice sat contentedly in Tarrant's arms at the head of a now ruined tea table. Almost drifting to sleep, her head lay on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her tightly as he whispered professions of love into her ear. Looking dazedly into his now warm green eyes, Alice smiled and reached up for a slow deep kiss.

"Happy Anniversary…"