Breaking Point
Ashley was near her breaking point.
She had tried relentlessly to get the White Rabbit's attention since she'd come to Wonderland, yet he only seemed interested in her friend Ari. It was driving her stark-raving mad.
"Stupid bloody rabbit!" she shouted before flopping onto her back on her guest bed at the castle in frustration. She scowled up at the ceiling, willing a hole to burn into it. When nothing appeared, she growled and jumped up from her spot on the bed and stormed out of the room, walking angrily through the halls, her fists clenched tightly and growling at anyone in her way. She slowed her gait when she neared Peter's room, her features softening as she daydreamed about the rabbit-eared man. Her nose twitched as she got closer, and her face flushed when she realized he was in the shower. She glanced down the ends of the hall before dashing into his room. After closing the door behind her, she jumped onto his bed and grabbed one of his pillows, inhaling deeply into it while hugging it tightly. Her eyes opened slightly, and she blinked rapidly when they started filling with tears. She knew it was bad, but the man was a drug to her, and she was completely addicted.
She closed her eyes again as a single tear escaped and slid down her cheek. She zoned everything out and focused completely on his scent, unable to get enough of it. She vaguely heard the door to his bathroom open before she heard the sharp inhalation of breath. She looked up to find Peter dressed in a pair of pajamas and drying his hair and ears, his jaw dropped as he saw the wolf-girl in his bed. Her eyes went wide when they landed on his ears, but she controlled herself, looking back at the pillow again. She heard him sigh before he sat on the bed, continuing to dry off his hair. Ashley peeked up at him to see a look of annoyance on his face before he tossed away the towel and moved his attention onto her.
"If you would KINDLY leave my room, before I make one of the maids fetch a broom," he said sharply, scowling. Ashley's heart throbbed in pain at the look on his face. She hated it when he was mad at her, so she moved till she was sitting up straight, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Peter huffed as he made shooing motions at her, a bored expression on his face.
And she finally snapped.
Ashley bit her lip, another tear falling from her eye before she lashed out her hands and grabbed his pajama top, yanking him down to her level before she crushed his lips against hers, her eyes squeezed shut. Peter's eyes went wide at the sudden movement, his hands on either side of the girl to keep him balanced as she kissed him roughly. Then something he never thought would happen; he kissed her back. It was soft, but Ashley was surprised she even got a response from him. She softened her rough kiss slightly as she relaxed, the moment she had dreamed of finally happening. Well, part of it anyway.
Peter moved his hands to her waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer to him. Ashley loosened her hold on his shirt to move her arms around his neck, her tongue prodding at his lower lip for entrance. Her mind reeled as he opened his mouth for her, one of his hands moving to hold the back of her head. She deftly slid her tongue into his mouth, shivering as she skimmed over his as she explored. He gently pushed at her tongue, making her shiver in pleasure again. His thumb gently pressed into her hip, making her gasp as he hit one of her spots. They pulled away from each other slightly, trying to catch their breath before he kissed her again with an intense and fiery passion. He slowly moved her till she was on her back, her hands resting on his chest. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, smiling lightly. Ashley's face flushed when she realized he wasn't wearing his glasses anymore. He was absolutely gorgeous!
"Ashley…" he whispered huskily, making her shiver in anticipation. She had only ever dreamed of him saying her name like that. Like she was the only girl in the world for him. She finally felt completely and wholly wanted and loved, and she wanted even more of it from him. She rested a hand on the side of his face before she kissed him again, softly this time. He kissed back, wrapping his arms around her torso and crushing her body against his. Her fingers tangled and embedded themselves in his crisp and clean silver white hair, never wanting this moment to end. She could feel his tongue press lightly against her own, making her squirm and ache for more. He pulled back, and she whimpered in protest until he started kissing her neck and collarbone, making her gasp when she felt his teeth graze over her now extremely sensitive skin. His right hand moved up along her side to cup one of her breasts, making her moan softly. Her hips started rocking when he squeezed the mound of flesh gently, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with lust. His thumb slipped under her shirt and started rising it up till it was over her head, leaving her entire torso completely bare before him, since she never wore a bra.
Ashley glanced up at the rabbit-eared man over her, her eyes pleading for his touch. He stooped down and kissed her again, moving his right hand back to her breast and brushing his thumb over her nipple, making it harden instantly. He broke the kiss and moved his lips over her skin, kissing a hot trail down to her chest. He kissed the area between her breasts before his mouth skipped over to her left, kissing the entire area before his lips fastened around her nipple, making Ashley moan and arch towards him. Moans poured like a fountain from her lips as he bit and tugged on the rosy pink bud, driving her absolutely mad with desire. It only became worse when he started to tease the other with his fingers. She felt like she was about to go over the edge when he abruptly stopped, making her whine. The protests quickly stopped in her throat when he moved his fingers down between her legs.
Her hips swayed and rocked in anticipation as Peter removed her skirt, tossing it aside as he kissed her again. His finger hooked the edge of her thong and he started slowly dragging it off of her, making her start whimpering again. He pressed his thumb into her hip again, making her buck and gasp. He attacked her neck as his hand moved down her side to her thigh, massaging it with his thumb as he nipped her neck. Her hand clasped the back of his head, holding him there as she squeezed her eyes shut. His finger brushed along her moistened slit, and her eyes snapped open as she arched slightly. He rubbed along the edges of it, making her squirm and moan as she rolled her hips in time with his fingers. Her hands tightly gripped the blankets under her as she felt one finger gently push between her folds. Her eyes shut again as he swirled his finger inside of her, and moans started pouring from her throat again. They grew louder and more persistent when she felt another slide in, and she nearly went mad again when he started scissoring his fingers, making her feel stretched out, but she knew she could take more than that. He broke away from her now reddened and raw neck and moved down her torso, kissing a burning trail over her breasts, down her stomach, and coming to a stop just before her entrance. Her eyes snapped open and rolled back when he flicked his tongue against her clit. She knew she was barely hanging on by a thread, and that thread got thinner when he pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his tongue. She nearly tore the comforter as waves of pleasure coursed through her as Peter licked at her slit, feeling her thread starting to snap.
He stopped his motions and moved back over her, licking his lips. She stared up at him with glazed eyes, panting slightly. Her shaking hands reached up and unbuttoned his shirt as she kissed him, squirming as she tasted herself on his mouth. She ran her hands down his chest and stomach, shuddering when his muscles tensed beneath his skin at the touch of her colder hands. She moved his shirt over his shoulders and tossed it aside, pulling his body against her own tightly, her desire building up rapidly again. She tugged on the draw-string of his pajama pants and tugged them off, tossing them aside when she was done. She broke the kiss and looked down, her jaw dropping at what she saw.
Holy crap…she thought as she stared. She rubbed her eyes and looked again to make sure she was seeing right, and her jaw dropped again when she confirmed what she had seen. He's…he's huge!
The man before her gently tilted her face back up to his, kissing her gently but passionately as he moved her onto her back, settling himself between her legs. She felt his member pressing against her slit, and she bit her lip as her grip loosened. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck as he pressed more, her legs wrapping around his waist as he finally pushed past her folds and into her core. She felt completely stretched out as she moaned loudly in complete ecstasy. Peter's lips brushed against the hollow of her throat as he started moving at a slow pace, making her shudder. She wrapped her legs tighter, urging him to go faster, harder, to which he happily obliged. Her thread was starting to become spider thin as he picked up his speed and force, making her cry out his name and claw at his back, though she was trying to be careful not to make him bleed. She felt beads of sweat break out on both their backs, making it seem all the more pleasurable. His hands pressed flat against her back as he crushed her against him, thrusting in deeply and burying himself completely in her core before she felt him go rigid. Waves of heat spread through her as he came deep inside of her, making her back arch as her thread finally snapped. White light flashed brightly behind her eyelids as she felt herself tighten around him, and waves of pleasure racked her entire body as she finally reached her climax. He kissed Ashley with a deep needed passion as he filled her core, and she felt drops of cum slide down her ass. He pulled out of her slowly when he finished, though she still clung to him, whimpering as she felt the loss. He held her close to him as he pulled back the covers and laid her down on the mattress, sliding in next to her after and pulling the covers over both of their bodies. Peter laid flat on his back as Ashley cuddled up next to him, her leg nuzzled between his and her arm strewn over his chest. Her head rested in the crook of his neck and shoulder, and she felt like it was perfectly made just for her head alone.
One of his hands gently traced over her back as he kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes, and was in a state of complete bliss. She truly did love the rabbit-eared man, but she just wanted to hear him say the same thing.
"Ashley…" he whispered into her hair, his voice still husky from their activities, "I love you…"
Ashley knew she had never been happier in her entire life.