Sexual Therapy
By: RosexKnight
The deal is fulfilled.
Chapter Six
The kiss was everything the last kiss was and everything it wasn't. The noise of surprise Belle made was delicious, and only drove Rafe Gold on. He held her tighter, his hands gripping her hips as hers tangled in his hair. Belle shivered, her lips yielding to his, showing him the ways she liked to be kissed, and learning the ways he did. His tongue glided over her lips, and his noise of desperation only grew when she allowed him entry. Their lips danced and their mewels intertwined. They clung to each other, desperate for the contact. Belle was only aware that he was pushing her back when her back hit the bookshelf. Hard.
"You knocked some books off." She said with a breathless smile as she heard the books fall to their feet from the force she hit the shelf.
"I'll put them back later." Gold practically growled in response, his lips moving from hers to pepper her neck with open-mouth kisses.
Belle gasped, a shiver running down her spine. She leaned forward, pulling him flush against her. She only had a moment to feel his hardness against her leg before he was pulling away from her, stumbling back with a yelp. A surge of pain ran up his leg as he caught himself on the cart of books when it buckled.
"I'm sorry!" Belle chirped, trying to pull away from him.
He kept his grip on her, refusing to let any more space between them despite their awkward angle. "I'm fine, love."
Belle paused, helping him back up to his feet. She glanced to the doors. "We should go upstairs."
Warmth swam through Gold as he looked to her. She was smiling at him, and he was powerless to do anything more than let her lead him by the hand up to her flat.
"The library…" He said, his voice trailing off.
Belle only shook her head "Ruby flipped the sign closed on her way out."
Gold made a mental note to give Ruby and her grandmother a discount on rent next month. And maybe start showing appreciation for their lasagna. "Not very subtle is she?"
"No, not at all."
Belle was patient as she led him up the stairs to her flat, never rushing, holding tight to his hand as she kept an even pace up the stairs. He faltered once, the result of nerves and uneven wood under his already aching ankle. But Belle only looked to him with concern, not a trace of pity in her eye as she smiled and finished their climb.
If he didn't feel anything for her before, now he loved her for that alone. But there were many other reasons to love Belle French, he realized, something quivering in his chest that had nothing to do with the tightness of his pants.
"I'm sorry for last night..." She spoke as she led them into her place, the entrance not being one that led to her dining room but to a rather cozy living room instead. "I don't know what I was thinking. Wallpaper and chairs..."
Oh but he'd never been happier to see that wallpaper and those chairs in his life. He chuckled. "I think we were both rather nervous, sweetheart."
"I overthought it. I think...well that's supposedly my problem. The reason I can't...finish."
"Mine too...Well, before you I suppose..."
Belle smiled gently, tugging him further into the apartment, towards a door he realized must lead to her bedroom. "Want to start fresh? Pretend this was how it went? I could make coffee..."
"No coffee." He grinned, and she was in his arms again before she'd taken three steps into her bedroom. He didn't have to look at it to know it fit her perfectly. He didn't have to look at anything. He only needed the feeling of her lips on his.
Belle tugged on his jacket. "Bed." She said, taking a step away from him.
Rafe watched as she stepped backwards, sitting on the end of her bed. She looked up at him, nibbling her lip almost shyly. She was nervous, and with a start he realized he was too. He must have hesitated as he shucked off his jacket, because when he looked back she was frowning.
"We can wait..." She blurted. "I...I know we made a deal but it's only been one date. If you're not ready..."
"Belle." He stepped forward, reaching out to brush his fingers across her cheek. "Are YOU ready?"
She faltered, he saw it in her eyes, a lol so familiar it made his chest sting. The look that he saw every morning in the mirror. The eyes that were tired of being afraid. Tired of being damaged. Belle soon swallowed though, a hard resolve forming in those blue pools before she grabbed his tie and pulled him to her. He went willingly, leaning over her on the bed, bringing his bad leg up to rest beside her as he pulled her close and met her once more in a kiss.
The kiss was slower, tender, chaste, much like their first kiss had been. Hands moved leisurely, Belle's moving to his tie to tug it off and toss it aside before her hands moved to his buttons. His own roamed over her, memorizing her arms and shoulders and neck before slipping under her blouse to tug it off. He needed to go slow, he reminded himself, had to chant it like a mantra when he found Belle's creamy skin on display beneath him, clad in only her pencil skirt and bra.
"I'm sorry." She said immediately, and he looked to her, searching her for the trepidation that wasn't there. "I wasn't accounting for...my underwear is pretty plain."
Rafe relaxed, chuckling with relief as he shook her head. "That doesn't matter, sweetheart. I don't care."
"But...Next time..."
Oh God there was going to be a next time? The simple prospect of that made his being tremble and he had barely touched her. He took a few deep breaths, burying his face in the crook of her neck, taking her in. His body ached for her in ways he hadn't thought possible in years and he hadn't touched her! He was lost.
"Shhh..." He cooed, leaning over to give her a kiss before moving his lips to her ear, unzipping her skirt. "Hush, love. Don't think. Just feel me, Belle. Let me show you how much I want you..."
"But Rafe I might not..." Belle said, her voice having a shy quiver, and he vowed to give whoever had given her these insecurities a good beating with his cane.
Once again, he shook his head, this time his lips on her neck. "I don't care. I want you, Belle. This is enough. Now relax..."
He paused before going further, looking to her for permission. And Belle realized he was giving her yet another chance to back out. Yet another chance to say she wasn't ready. Because he was making this about her, and she wasn't prepared at all for the way that made her heart stutter in her chest. She took a breath, willing herself to relax, and gave him a nod.
With a crooked smile Rafe turned his attention to her. Sandpaper hands ran across her thighs, and Belle shivered as he removed her skirt. She nibbled her bottom lip, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than ever even though she wasn't completely naked. She watch Rafe take her in, looking at her like he'd been dying of thirst and she was an oasis. Fire burned across her skin wherever his gaze fell, and it suddenly wasn't so hard not to cover herself.
"Well say something..." She squeaked when he remained silent, probably not even breathing.
"Beautiful." He rasped, voice husky as his hands caressed her waist and he bent to run open-mouth kisses along her collarbone. "You're perfect, Belle."
A shudder ran through her as her hands went to him, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt and shoving it off his shoulders until he reluctantly took it off. But as it fell away he was back on her, hands running along her skin as his lips memorized her, and not giving her the slightest chance to look at him.
"Let me see you too." She whispered against his ear, hands running down his bare back.
Gold only shook his head. If she saw him she'd want to stop. And he wasn't sure if that was possible. The very thought of her disapproving eyes made his arousal wane. He distracted her, running his lips over the swell of her breast, cupping one through her bra.
"This is about you." He said against her skin, his free hand reaching around to the clasp of her bra.
"But what about..."
"Shhh, love. There will be time for that."
She nodded, feeling a fluttering in her chest that swam all the way through her body to the tips of her fingers and toes. She felt him fumble with the clasp, but it popped open just before she meant to offer help. It fell to the floor as he let out a groan, and suddenly his hands were replaced by lips, coaxing a moan from Belle as she arched into him, hands clutching his back. Rafe groaned, doubling his efforts, tongue and teeth grazing over every inch of her breasts until he was teasing her nipples so much that she was squirming under him.
He couldn't help but indulge himself, tasting her sweet skin, sucking to make her make that sweet noise again. His hands were everywhere his lips were not, and she was suddenly all-encompassing. He was so caught up in pleasing her, hearing her sweet moans, that he didn't notice that she'd unzipped his pants until her hand was on his bulge. Rafe's head immediately swam, and let out a groan like a dying animal.
"Sorry!" Belle chirped, quickly jerking her hand from him. "I...Are you okay?"
Rafe chuckled. "I'm fine." He rasped. Truth be told he ached. Ached for her in ways he hadn't ached for anyone in years, if ever. "It's been a while...A long while. And, well, I'm not used to being able to...Get this far."
Belle took her bottom lip between her perfect teeth again, but then she was smiling up at him. "So, I'm the only one you can…?"
"Yes." He said, leaning down to run his lips over her skin all over again. "I was beginning to think it was hopeless." He said, hands traveling down to hook his hands around her panties and slide them off. "And then you were in the waiting room reading the damn book about bunnies and it just happened."
Belle giggled as her panties fell to the floor, and he was once again looking at her in complete awe. "No more staring." She said, leaning up to tug at his pants. "Now you."
She watched as he hesitated, but then his pants and underwear joined the clothes, and suddenly she was the one staring. He was lean, with muscles teasing under his skin. But then her eyes fell to his member, standing at attention and already leaking. The sight of him, above her, hard and wanting, stirred something in her, something that she hadn't felt in a while.
"No staring." He said playfully, and she blinked.
"Did it hurt when I touched it?" She asked, looking back up at him.
He leaned back down, giving her a long kiss. "No, sweetheart. I was just surprised."
Belle nodded, opening her mouth to say something, but suddenly he was kissing her again, and the words simply came out as a whimper in the back of her throat. His hands traveled over her, massaging her muscles as they trailed lower. She wound her arms around him, carding through the hair on the back of his neck. She was distracted, so distracted, but the movements of their lips and tongues and the taste of him that when she felt him cupping her she gasped, nearly leaping off the bed.
Gold chuckled. "Now who's surprised?"
"Don't tease!" Belle said, a delicious blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Me? Never." he chimed, running his fingers along her folds. The feeling of that alone was enough to almost make him embarrass himself.
She was warm and wet and oh-so-ready and his member was hard against her belly, so hard it was almost painful. Belle moaned as he slipped a finger inside of her, writhing under him and god how was he supposed to last? How were either of them? When he curled his fingers she moaned louder, and he couldn't resist kissing the sound from her lips.
"Do that again." She whispered to him, and he was all too happy to obey, curling his fingers again, coaxing her to make more noises.
Belle's body was burning, the pleasant warmth spreading until a familiar tension was growing in her belly. He hit that spot again and she squirmed, wanting more, needed more. But his hardness against her belly brought her back to herself, and her fingers stroked the back of his neck, encouraging him on.
"Rafe…" She whispered, and she could have swore heard him growl "again" against her pulse point. "Rafe...What about you?"
He answered with his own "What about me?" before making her cry out again with those clever fingers of his and she was suddenly arching against him, "Do you want more, Belle?"
"Yes." She choked, and suddenly his fingers were gone.
Looking to him, she found his eyes on her as he lined their bodies up. They were both trembling, somewhere on the edge of nervous and anticipation. Belle nodded when she felt his warmth against her, and suddenly he was inside of her, entering her in one long stroke, wrapping his arms around her, clinging to her like she was the most precious thing in the world. Some treasure worth protecting. But so softly that he could break her. And Belle was lost, moaning, feeling fuller than she had in her life.
"Don't move." He pleaded suddenly, aching body trembling in needing relief.
He shifted, putting weight on his ankle, trying to calm himself down with the pain. But Belle was all around him. Hands stroking his back, warm walls making his head swim. Perfection. She was sheer perfection.
"Are you…?"
"I'm fine." He promised. "But I'll be of little use to you if I can't get myself under control. You feel so good, love."
"You too." She sighed, the coil in her belly only tightening at his words, threatening to give her that sweet relief she so needed. She needed more. "Rafe...I need you to move."
Above her, he groaned, but he soon obeyed, pulling out of her so slow she was in agony until he thrust back home hard and quick, making her gasp and squirm anew. His pace was slow, enough to build her up, stoking the fire in her chest until he was suddenly moving faster. She clung to him, hands finding his hair and neck and arms and anything she could hold. She trembled and whimpered and moaned and even cried out when he lifted her hips to hit her most sensitive spot. Yet every time she felt close it slipped away. Stayed just out of reach. No matter what she couldn't-
"Belle…" His sweet voice and the hand on her cheek snapped her out of her thoughts. "Look at me love. I need you to look at me."
Belle obeyed, locking their gazes. The sight of him, a thin sheen of sweat along his body, hair completely rumpled, and yet his eyes so full of sweet agony stirred something in her. For her, he had said. All for her. This look of raw emotion was all for her.
Something broke inside of her, and suddenly sweet relief washed over her. She screamed as her walls clenched around him, only vaguely aware of his own cry of satisfaction as she felt his warmth inside of her. He layed over her, panting, giving her a moment as aftershocks raked across her body. It was moments later, when she found herself spooned against his back, sweet kisses being pressed to her hair, that she came to her senses.
"If that was faking it, you're very convincing." Rafe whispered to her, a teasing sing-song tone about him, and he only chuckled when she reached back to swat at him. "Are you alright?"
Belle blinked, panting for a moment, not quite sure she believed what had happened. "I did it…"
"You did." He sounded more relieved than her. "You're perfect, Belle."
"Thank you." She said, not entirely sure what she was thanking him for. "I should get back to the library eventually."
A silence passed between them, and Rafe stroked her hair softly, tenderly, the action holding far too much meaning for two people who had just fufilled a deal for sex.
"Indulge me for a few more minutes, sweetheart." He said, tightening his arms around her, curling around her like a dragon protecting his hoard.
It made her feel safe. Whole. And so, she nodded, refusing to think about what happened next when they inevitably had to put their clothes back on and pretend that nothing had changed.
"Deal."
