Alice wondered if his lips were magic as well, since it seemed that his very being had been transmuted into existence, and each press of his lips against her flesh seemed to make her feel as if she were on fire, but in a very good way.  As they moved toward his bed and fell upon it, Alice immediately felt the lush fabrics of his duvet against her back.  Everything about this place felt comfortable and expensive.  Alice had a middle-class upbringing, so she was not used to this kind of extravagance, but those thoughts were hardly on her mind as his hands and mouth began to explore different parts of her body.<br/><br/>She bit her bottom lip as his hand went to the waist of her underwear and she arched her hips slightly to allow him to remove the piece of clothing easily.  It caused a wave of pleasure to rush through her out of sheer anticipation, which pooled low in her abdomen and began to ache for him.  Alice was not left wanting as his hand returned to its previous machinations.  The sudden, slippery entrance of his finger and the expert manipulation of her clit caused her back to arch once again and a moan escaped her mouth.  Her folds were wet and ready for him, there was no denying it or play coy now.  Alice allowed herself a few moments to enjoy his movements, he was clearly more talented at this than any other man she had been with.  Her hips rose and fell, working and grinding back against him.<br/><br/>As her pleasure began its slow crescendo, she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, her hands slipping between them to find his belt.  The angle was slightly off, but she managed to undo and remove the belt, so that her hands could work on the fastenings of his pants.  Once they were open, she eased them off his hips as best she could.  Her hands began a sensuous journey along his sides, his chest, until her fingers ran delicately along his neck and through his hair.  She gripped the back of his head gently and guided his mouth back to hers, kissing him hungrily.  Everything about this situation felt different from times before, as if just being here or perhaps being with him, altered the way Alice was.  In her world, she never would have been so impulsive or wanton with a man, not when she knew him so little.  It was more than just the tragic situation of her circumstance or her trying to use him as an emotional anchor in the poor position she found herself in.<br/><br/>She felt almost pulled to him in a magnetic way and she had no intention of questioning that pull in this moment.