Chapter Eleven
Rumpelstiltskin could control himself any longer. Although he was enjoying their intense kissing, he want more of her, all of her. He gently leaned down, never breaking their kiss, and scooped her up in his arms. He slowly began to walk forward, breaking from Belle's lips for only a moment to make sure that her head cleared the doorway, then dove back to them once more. As he slowly climbed the stairs with Belle in his arms, Rumpelstiltskin drove his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around wildly and massaging her tongue with his own.
Belle's want for him grew with every movement of their mouths, his tongue slowly driving her mad. She returned the force of his tongue with her own, a war breaking out over whose tongue was allowed in. Once they had safely reached the top of the stair case, she ran her fingers through his hair and gently pulled, massaging his scalp with her finger tips after every pull.
Rumpelstiltskin nearly dropped Belle as she began to pull at his hair, a wave over passion running over his body that even he didn't understand. He quickened his pace, almost running through the bedroom door. Without really stopping, he laid Belle down on the bed and climbed on top of her, sneaking his hands underneath her robe and grabbing hold of her bare breasts.
As Rumpelstiltskin kneaded at her breasts, Belle reached down and untied both of their robes, sliding his off his shoulders and opening hers as much as she could. She struggled for a moment, trying to get her arms out of the sleeves without needing the other hand or disturbing what Rumpelstiltskin was doing to her. When she failed, she brought her hands in between them, running her nails down his chest and, then, even lower still. She began to softly rub beneath his waist, feeling exactly how much he wanted her.
Rumpelstiltskin jumped a little when Belle's hand went south. He shuddered with passion, then promptly dragged his tongue down her chest, taking one breast into his mouth and sucking gently. He continued to knead the other breast as he suckled on her, coming to the peek of his arousal. He knew he wouldn't be able to wait forever, but he wanted to pleasure Belle as much as possible before pleasuring himself.
Belle began to softly squeak as Rumpelstiltskin suckled at her bare nipple, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and moving her hand up and down. She gently bit his lower lip, causing him him to retaliate with a soft bite at her peeked nipple. Her squeaks turned into pleading cries, begging him to take her and vigorously rubbing his pleasure zone.
Rumpelstiltskin was beginning to lose it, Belle's hand movements driving him to the breaking point. She released both of her breast, trailing his tongue over to the other breast and pulling one of her arms out of the sleeve and then the other. He sat up for a brief moment, pulling his own robe off and throwing it over the edge of the bed before promptly diving back to her breast. He growled and swatted her hand out from under him, positioning himself to enter her, the tip of him grazing the outside of her pleasure zone. He lifted his head from her trembling body to ask if she was ready for him.
Before Rumpelstiltskin could even ask, Belle wrapped her legs around his waist and forced him into her herself, moaning with pleasure as he entered her and pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him passionately, driving her tongue into his mouth and grinding her waist to pleasure herself as he lay still out of shock.
Rumpelstiltskin finally began thrusting into her, holding back absolutely nothing and reveling in the feeling of her soft skin against his body. He played with her tongue with his own for a moment then re-positioned both of their bodies to give them both more pleasure. His thrusts quickened, her beautiful body shaking from his movements. He stared down at her, each noise that she was making causing him to unwind even more.
Belle was almost screaming already, her legs giving out and falling down onto the bed. She bent her knees, lifting her hips up slightly and giving Rumpelstiltskin more access to her. Her head tilted back, one hand grasping at his wrist and the other at the blankets beneath them. "Rum..." she said, that one syllable all she could muster.
Rumpelstiltskin was nearing completion, each thrust he made followed by her name. He gazed down at her, groaning with pleasure and grasping at the blankets himself. "Belle." he said, lingering on the last sound of her name for a few moments before finally moaning loudly once again. His face became frozen as his pleasure ended, unable to say or do anything except thrust into her twice more then fall softly on top of her trembling body.
Belle met the end of her passion as Rumpelstiltskin did, her hips sore with sweet pleasure and her whole body shaking. Wave upon wave of pleasure flew through out her, Rumpelstiltskin body falling on top of her coinciding with her last wave of passion. She brought her hands to his back, slowly rubbing up and down and pressing him against her. She was spent, but some how still wanted more.
Rumpelstiltskin was still trying to catch his breath, unable to sit up or even move at all. He laid there almost lifeless, his only movement occurring when he breathed. As he finally regained control of his emotions, he brought his head up slowly, gazing into Belle's blue eyes. All he did was stare, his eyes saying everything that he needed to say. He loved her, truly, deeply, and forever.