When they reached his home he carried her bag in for her, slowly leading the way up into his bedroom. He placed the bag on the floor and turned to her, and she took a deep breath, prepared to ask him about his leg, but he caught her off guard, pressing his mouth against hers urgently, stepping back as he kissed her hard, one hand on the back of her head, the other on his cane until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell back in surprise. He dropped his cane to the floor and pulled her back up to a standing position, not quite ready for her on the bed again; their mouths pressed together again, slanting against each other in desperate need. His tongue was in her mouth, probing, exploring, and he tasted exactly as she remembered, like scotch and something woodsy. She tangled a hand in his hair, lightly tugging it as he bit down on her lower lip, worrying the skin a bit before his mouth was back on hers; swallowing a breathy moan. She was lost. She couldn't remember what she had wanted to talk to him about, what had happened ten minutes ago, all she could think of was him standing in front of her wearing entirely too much clothing. She pulled at the sash, yanking it off over his head and throwing it over his shoulder as he placed open mouthed kisses to her throat, slowly moving down.
"So many buttons," she half complained, half groaned when he hit her collar bone. Her fingers were clumsy with the buttons, her brain unable to keep up with them as she felt him suck on the skin and then bite down before kissing the mark again. She inhaled sharply. "Don't leave a mark!" She hissed, knowing it was already too late. She'd be wearing high collared shirts for the next week in order to keep it hidden, but in the moment she found she didn't care much as he moved to leave a twin mark on the opposite side, not heeding her words at all.
She managed to get all the buttons undone through some kind of miracle, pushing the jacket open and off of him roughly, exposing his bare chest to her. He looked down for a moment, watching her hands run up and down slowly, before crashing his mouth back down on hers, all tongue and teeth as his hands found the laces in the back of her dress and began tugging deftly, removing them with much more ease than she had managed. In three swift tugs he held the ribbon in his hand and was sliding the shoulder sleeve down her arm, letting the dress pool at her feet. He pulled away from her, letting his forehead rest against hers and looked down at her form, creamy white skin and smooth curves.
"Fuck," he said reverently as he kicked off his shoes and then pressed against her body, pushing her softly into the bed. Her head was tossed back, her hair pooling like some kind of brown halo as she arched back slightly. He ran his hands softly down her ribs, stopping at her hips to grip them and pull her further up the bed, following her as they went so her legs weren't completely hanging off. She laughed a little and twisted until her head hit the pillows, watching him with dark blue eyes the entire time. He sat back on his haunches, undoing the button of his pants as she unclasped her bra and tossed it somewhere in the darkness. His pants quickly followed it, and then he was on her again, kissing her hard while cupping her breast, his other hand under her thigh, groaning as she arched up into him. Her hands were running up and down his back, scratching hard before plunging into his hair and pulling hard.
Belle was on fire. His hands were everywhere all at once and she couldn't get enough of him. She was desperate for more, arching hard off the bed, pressing herself into his erection, her fingers of one hand brushing the inside of his boxers, touching the tip of him, while her other kept his head firmly on her breast. She was loud, moaning his name and various swear words up at the sky. She should have let him do this weeks ago, instead of spending so much time talking. She hadn't been lying when she told her friends he was good with his hands. What she hadn't realized was how much better he was with his mouth. He had moved from her breasts down to her stomach causing her to wiggle against him. This was too much; no man had ever left her feeling like this, like she would explode if he wasn't in her right then. She lifted her hips off the bed and pulled off her underwear and then yanked him by the hair back up to her so she could do the same with his.
"Now," she said against his throat, biting down hard, enjoying the moan that escaped from him. His hand snaked down to feel her and he moaned again when he felt her wetness, proof of her desire. His original plan had been to draw this out, to make love to her for hours, but it's not an option any more. He had to have her now. He lined himself up against her, burying his head in her throat when he felt her wetness against the head of his cock, fighting the desire just to plunge in.
"Ready?" He asked, pressing his forehead against hers. He wanted to give her the option to say no, to change her mind, even if at this point he's sure it would kill him. She took a deep breath and looked up at him, pleased to see his eyes burning down at her.
"Please," she responded, giving him all the permission he needed. If she wanted him to stop she would have asked him long before now. She needed this, needed him, after tonight she couldn't be close enough to him. He pushed in slowly as he watched her face for any sign that he should stop, even if at this point he was too far gone. He didn't expect the sigh that escaped her lips, like she had been waiting for him to do this her entire life and he definitely didn't expect her to push her hips up hard, pushing him all the way in her in one quick motion. She smiled and opened her eyes, registering his surprise.
"Please," she said, her voice husky with desire, "Tonight is not the night to be a gentleman."
He growled against her eat, nipping at the lobe as he snapped his hips hard into her. "Stop talking."
She moaned again, her hips arching to meet him thrust for thrust and he was certain in that moment that she was his soul mate, his perfect match.
Belle was writhing underneath him as a slow heat began to build in her stomach. She clenched her walls around him, gasping when he began to thrust harder. "So tight," he groaned against her lips, kissing her fervently again. She was close, so close; if he kept this pace she was going to be lost in minutes. She pulled her legs up wrapping them around his hips tightly to pull him in closer as she dug her heels into his back; her finger's raking hard down his back.
"More," she begged, beginning to buck wildly, on the precipice of no control. He looked down at her, neck arched, mouth open and panting and moved a hand between their sweaty bodies to rub the taut bundle of nerves. She moaned his name loudly and slammed her walls harder around his cock. He wasn't going to last much longer, he needed her to come now. He rubbed desperate circles against her harder as he thrusted wildly, starting to lose his control. She screamed like she was dying as her vision went black, arching her back involuntarily. Gold didn't think he had ever been more turned on in his life and she squeezed him even tighter, something he would never have dreamed possible, and he was following after her, spilling himself into her as he shouted a garbled mess of swear words and her name, none of it making sense.
He rode it out as long as possible, trying to get his breathing under control before he collapsed onto his elbows, prepared to pull out of her and roll onto his back. She squeezed her legs around him, keeping him in place.
"Don't move," she panted, her eyes still shut, "Not yet."
"Who am I to deny my lady?" He asked, slowly shifting his weight so he was still on top of her, but not crushing her to death. He wrapped both arms around her, shifting their positions so she was lying on top of him, but he was still in her.
"That was..." she trailed off, her head resting on his chest, unable to find the right word for what had just happened.
"Yeah," he agreed, tightening his hold on her. Eventually he was too soft to stay inside her allowing her to slide off of him and curl up at his side, her finger drawing little circles on his exposed chest. His eyes closed and his breathing began to slow as he drifted into a well deserved sleep. Belle smiled and stayed there for a moment, the feeling of being warm and safe in the arms of a man who truly cared for you.
She could stay like this forever.