Lesson one

So far Hatter had kept his promise. It had been one week since their first night together and not a day had gone by without them having sex at least three times. They'd done it everywhere, the table, shower, sink, couch, armchair, floor, and even in the stairwell of his apartment building. He hadn't pushed her into doing anything she wasn't comfortable with and for that she was thankful. It was a strange enough transition to go from nothing to being pounced on every time she turned around. While most of the time he was the one pursuing her, she had initiated sex a few times as well.

And she really did enjoy the sex, a lot. The things that man could do with his mouth and hands made her head spin. He made her convulse and scream and come for him over and over again, and it only left her wanting more.

Most of the time he was gentle. He guided her when she was unsure and always made her feel like she was great at whatever they were doing. He'd whisper sweet, reassuring words in her ear and told her how beautiful and wonderful she was, and how lucky he was to have her. Those times had been long, exploratory sessions where they both took their time learning just how to push the other's buttons.

A few times, like the one in the stairwell, had been rushed and heated. He'd dominated her, controlling their position, movement, and pace. Those times he'd been rough with her, demanding that her body give in to his. He'd tell her how good she felt and how wet and hot she was. He use words like fuck and cock, cunt and pussy; they sounded so delicious in his deep voice and thick accent. Sometimes, she thought it was his voice that made her orgasm as much as his actions did.

She'd never thought she would enjoy that, being dominated by someone else. She always liked keeping control, especially where relationships and intimacy were concerned. She needed to maintain a measure of control over her boyfriends and never let them have the upper hand. With Hatter it was different. She trusted him enough to let him have control and know that there was no way he'd ever abuse that trust or hurt her.

One thing she had learned over the last three days, well one of many, was that she loved when he went down on her. God she couldn't believe she'd gone without this for so long. The idea that his lips and tongue, his teeth and even his breath, could cause so much pleasure in such a short amount of time was amazing. He told her how much he loved doing it and that it turned him on, knowing how much she enjoyed it.

Which brought her to where she was now. Sitting alone in her room, door locked even though her mom wasn't home, surfing the Internet, trying to learn how to give a blow job.

The first time they'd had sex, she'd offered to go down on him and he'd told her they would get to that later. Since then, he hadn't brought it back up. She'd thought about just doing it but each time she'd lost her nerve. Besides putting it in her mouth, she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Reading about it and doing it were too different things. The women who wrote these 'how to guides' seemed confident in their ability to please a man. They described how to touch and lick and suck a man off to completion. Some of the tips sounded helpful, others not so much. One said she should slobber and drool all over him, which sounded like more of a mess than anything. It seemed all she really had to do was keep pressure on him with her lips and use her tongue a lot, which sounded pretty easy. One site suggested pretending he was an ice cream cone, which as corny as it sounded, actually made sense.

In the end, she figured she just have to jump into this head first, so to speak, and hope that Hatter wouldn't mind correcting her if she did something wrong.

She spent that night at Hatter's, like she had so many others. The movie they were watching had long since ended and they were just cuddling on the couch. She was curled against him, her head resting on his chest. He was rubbing small circles on her back and stomach. If she was going to start something, now was the perfect time. She moved up his body and nuzzled her nose against his ear. She licked and sucked gently on his earlobe, and nipped him lightly in the way she knew he liked.

She kissed his jaw-line and neck while unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned back further into the couch, letting her have better access to his neck and chest. She moved on top of him, straddling his waist.

"I love it when you're frisky, you know that?" he asked, smiling as she pushed open his shirt.

"Maybe. Sometimes I can't control myself around you." She dipped her head down and licked over his heart. "It's all your fault, you're a bad influence on me."

"I don't think that's true." He pushed her shirt up and kneaded her breast. "I'm bringing out the best in you. You should thank me."

She laughed and raised her arms up, helping him lift her shirt over her head. "How would you like me to thank you?"

"You're a clever girl, I'm sure you can think of something."

She scooted down his legs a bit so she could undo his pants. She pushed the fabric aside and slid her hand down and over his length, stroking him through the soft material of his boxers. He reached out and pulled her away, guiding her back up so he could capture her mouth.

He nibbled on her bottom lip before deepening the kiss and tangling his hand in her hair. His other hand moved down to undo the fly of her jeans, slipping his hand inside and running his fingers over her clothed sex. She moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips against his hand.

When he tried to push her back and down onto the couch, she fought him. She pushed him back and pulled his hand away from her. "Stay still." She said, giving him a warning glare. Even though her voice didn't sound nearly as confident as she had intended it to be, he still obeyed.

She'd never tried to take control of him before and it felt oddly satisfying when he did as she ordered. She smiled as she slid down his body. She kissed from his neck to his chest, pausing a moment to lick at his nipples. As she moved lower, she felt the familiar rush of nerves. Doubts ran through her mind about how he would react and fear of what would happen if she did something wrong.

She didn't know if she'd shown any outward signs of her internal struggle, but somehow he must have sensed her hesitation. He reached down and stroked her hair, winding his fingers through her locks and stroking the back of her neck. Encouraged by his touch, she continued lower, kissing down his stomach and dipping her tongue into his navel.

She kissed along his waistband, her hands resting on his hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles on his hip bones. He moaned above her and she couldn't help the satisfied smile that spread across her lips, or the wet heat pooling between her legs. She slowly pulled on his pants and boxers, kissing each new exposed inch of skin. He raised his hips off the couch and she pulled his clothes from his body.

She settled back down on his lap and took his length in her hands. She stroked a hand up and over his head, while the other cupped his sac. He sat up and tried to push her jeans off her hips but she pushed him back.

"Didn't I tell you to stay?"

"I'm good at this luv, but even I can't have sex with you through your pants."

She chewed nervously on her bottom lip and looked down at his cock in her hands. "We can have sex later if you want, but that's not what we're going to do now."

She didn't wait for him to respond before she bowed her head and kissed the tip of his cock. He gave a sharp intake of breath and she looked up at him. He'd propped his head up on the arm of the couch so he could watch her. She knew he liked watching her; it was something that turned him on. She ran her tongue over her lips, tasting him there for the first time.

His eyes widened and he tensed under her. "You're all right with doing this?"

His voice was thick with lust now. She knew he wanted this and she thought it was sweet that he was concerned with what she wanted. "Yeah, you want this don't you?"

"Hell yes!"

She smiled and dipped her head back down. She ran her tongue in a long stroke from base to head, licking over the small drop of precum. She didn't know what she expected him to taste like, but this was nowhere near as bad as she thought it would be. He tasted tangy and a little salty, but not unpleasant. His cock twitched and she wrapped her hand around the base, holding it still.

She licked around his head and kissed his tip, swirling her tongue as she did. He moaned as she parted her lips and took the first few inches of his erection into her mouth. He's not small by any stretch of the imagination and she had to keep her mouth opened wide to accommodate his girth. She tried not to scrape her teeth over any part of him but she's not sure how to keep that from happening.

She pulled back. "Is that ok?"

He was breathing heavy and the veins on his neck were strained and sticking out. "Hell yes, god it's great."

She smiled and couldn't help but giggle at his response. "No, my teeth, does it hurt if they touch you?"

"No, actually, it feels nice when you do it like that."

She nodded in response and went back down. He feels larger in her mouth then he ever did in her hands and she wondered how much of him she'd be able to take. He reached out and stroked his knuckles over her cheek before brushing her hair up and away from her face. He buried his fingers in her hair and scratched lightly at her scalp. He never could hold still, he was always moving, so why should now be any different?

She hadn't imagined that this would be as pleasurable for her as it was. She'd intended this to be a gift for him but she was being turn on just as much as he was. She thought about sliding her hand down and taking care of herself but quickly dismissed the idea. If she pleasured herself, she'd be distracted; bad enough she didn't know how to do this right. Besides, it didn't matter what they had done together so far, she was not going to masturbate in front of him.

"You feel so good." he said. She bobbed her head over him, thrilled by every shake of his body and moan he made. He pulled gently at her hair, encouraging her movements. "A little faster."

She did as he asked and sped up her movement. She could hear his left hand clutching at the back of the leather couch. She stopped moving and focused on his head. She stroked it with her tongue and gently dragged her teeth over it. He whimpered loudly and cried her name.

She looked up, taking in the sight of him. He was flush and breathing heavy, little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He looked down at her, brown eyes half-lidded and full of lust. She let him fall from her mouth but kept contact with her tongue. She held his gaze as she licked over his head in long slow strokes. She was embarrassed to be looking at him while she did this, but she pushed those feelings aside because she knew it would drive him crazy He was definitely a visual man and his whole body shook as he watched her. God she wished he was touching her. This was absurdly hot and she wondered if it was possibly to come without being touched.

His hand pressed against her and pushed her back down on him She took as much of him back into her mouth as she could, keeping her hand moving over the remaining inches. He was controlling her pace now with the push and pull of his hand, and the thrusting of his hips. She stroked her free hand over his balls.

Hatter gasped above her and tried to pull her away from him. "You have to stop, Alice."

She shook her head and pushed his hand away. If she was going to do this, she wasn't going to half-ass it. He'd never pulled away from her, and while it wasn't the same thing, she was going to finish him. Both her hands were on him now and she took him further into her mouth and throat.

He came and warm liquid filled her mouth. She didn't swallow fast enough and a little bit of semen trickled down her chin. When he finished she pulled off of him and wiped her chin with her fingers. She looked down at the sticky white fluid that coated her fingers. She didn't know what to do with it, it would be rude to just wipe it off somewhere. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked the remaining cum off her fingers. Hatter growled underneath her and she looked up to see him watching her again. She should have been embarrassed by all this but found she wasn't. Instead, she had the idea to suck her fingers into her mouth and moan loudly.

He was on her in a second, pushing her back onto the couch and burying his face in her neck. He was breathing hot and heavy in her ear. "You're a wicked girl, you know that?"

She smiled, glad she achieved her goal. "Wicked? Did I do something that got to you?"

He looked at her face and ran his fingers over her lips. "Don't play coy with me, you're far from innocent and you know it."

"It's your fault remember? You're bringing out the best in me." He smiled down at her and she wanted to kiss him but didn't know if she should. What if he was turned off by kissing so soon after she'd gone down on him?

He slid his hand down her pants, cupping her aching mound. She moaned in pleasure as he stroked her wet center. "You enjoyed doing that didn't you? You liked it as much as I did." He pushed two fingers inside her. "It turned you on, getting me off like that."

"Yes." she said, the word escaping her mouth in a breathy sigh. She thrust her hips up at him, encouraging him to move with her. His mouth slid over hers and he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

When he pulled his hand away from her, she whimpered at the loss. He got off the couch and moved her into a sitting position. She was trembling as he pulled her pants and underwear off. He grabbed her ankles and positioned her feet on the couch so that she was hanging right on the edge. His mouth covered her sex and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god he was going to give her what she needed and not tease her further.

She'd been so turned on earlier, that he had her coming in a matter of minutes. He kissed up her chest and kissed and nibbled at her neck. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, needing to feel his body against hers.

"I love you, my beautiful, brilliant Alice." he said between kisses.

She loved that about him. He always made her feel amazing and special and loved. He never left her wanting, not physically or emotionally. She couldn't ask for anything more.

"I love you too, Hatter."

A/n

Here's chapter two. Thanks to Cheshire XIII for betaing this for me. Thanks to all those who've reviewed, it makes me happy to know you all like this. Keep em coming!