Mr. Gold smiled as she paused at the threshold. Belle, wrapped in his robe, bit her lip and smiled, walking into the living room where her true love waited. He pretended to be uninterested, stretching his legs and taking a sip of scotch. He had bought her some lingerie, really more of a gift to himself than her, and she was wearing it for the first time.
Belle flushed and, stopping in front of him, untied the robe and let it fall the the floor, gathering in a silk pool by her feet.
He almost choked.
The lingerie was a pale blue corset with soft gold details in the bra cups and around the waist. She also wore thong style panties that were no more than a scrap of gold lace.
"Beautiful," he breathed, as Belle turned in a slow circle. It fit better than he imagined, clinging to every curve.
"Why thank you," she grinned, "Shall we retire to the bedroom?"
"Hmm, not quite let darling, come sit on my lap," he beckoned her, "facing away from me, please."
Belle hummed in anticipation, setting in his lap she squirmed a bit.
"Tease," he chided, before kissing her throat.
She let her head fall back against his shoulder and sighed, "That feels nice."
"Does it?" he nipped at the spot where her neck met shoulder, "How about this?"
One arm wrapped around her waist, the other hand snaked between her legs. He drew little circled across the fabric covering her crotch. Belle mewed, craving friction.
Continuing his kisses, he moved his fingers under the fabric. She whimpered as his feather-light touch caressed her wet folds. He gathered the moisture on his fingertips and traced little circles around her clit.
He pressed harder, quickening his motions. Belle's breath came in short, shallow gasps. She was thankful she was sitting in his lap as her legs felt tingly and weak. She was only aware of the feeling of his mouth on her neck, his fingers on her skin, and the pleasure he gave her.
He pinched and rubbed as she moaned and bucked against him. Just when she felt that she couldn't take any more, his touch pushed her over the edge.
Belle came with the friction of his palm, gasping Gold's name, her new panties soaked. She relaxed against his frame.
As her breathing calmed, Gold traced patterns on her bare legs.
"Did you enjoy that, sweetheart?"
"Mm hm," she sighed, turning to kiss his cheek, "that was nice. Ready to go upstairs?"
His grin turned wicked, "I think I'd like that."