Once Upon A Time: The Devil's Plaything, Part Twenty One
By Rebekkalee Mouri-Hibiki
(A quick one... Just because I feel like it)
Mr. Gold sat in the shop, working at his work table. The project was small and he was just doing it to pass the time. He had called down to the police station earlier in the day to talk to Emma but she wasn't there. He left word with the dispatcher to let her know he had called and hung up.
Now, all he could do was wait. He glanced at the clock, finding it had been over an hour since he called yet the shop phone had remained silent. He wondered what was going on to keep her from returning his call. More times than not, she returned them almost instantly.
He had anticipated her call and presence, taking off his jacket and waistcoat long ago. He was quite warm, the very thought of her never failing to make his blood heat. He was starting to get anxious, wondering if Emma had been waylaid by one of Regina's plots. It wouldn't have surprised him since The Evil Queen was always taking potshots at her.
He paused what he was doing when he heard the door of the shop open, the gentle tinkling of the bell announcing a visitor. It was quiet, like someone had just cracked the door enough to slip inside before closing it again. It was her way... To creep in like a cat. He felt himself smile as he stood, her footsteps approaching the curtain.
He walked to the center of the room, stopping when she pushed the curtain aside. Her blue-green eyes fell on him, her cheek flushing as they did. She was wearing a dark green silk shirt and every present tight fitting jeans, her jacket most likely been shed on her way through the shop.
" You called? " She breathed as gooseflesh started to show on the skin he could see. He knew from experience her whole body was covered in it. She got it every time she looked at him, something he noticed long before she realized he did.
" Yes but you weren't there, " He nodded. He moved towards her, " I hope I'm not interrupting anything... Important. "
" You're not, " She stepped into the room slowly. He could tell she was indecisive but, then again, she always was. He could see the internal struggle behind her eyes, the asking herself if it was the right thing. Regardless, he knew the outcome would be the same.
Her hesitation always gave way to unbridled passion, giving everything she had to satisfy him and herself. It was almost ridiculous how she would try not to succumb to her desires, knowing it was useless. All it did was waste time... Time they could be making love. The time she would do it had been getting shorter though and he hoped she would soon stop trying to resist.
" Good, " He murmured as he closed the gap between them. He seized her around the waist with his left arm, pulling her to him as he took her lips in his. She was stiff for a moment before melting, her hands going to his shoulders as she returned the kiss just as intensely.
He smiled against her mouth, glad she hadn't pushed him away. She had a few times, saying they were moving too fast. However, that had been at the beginning. The frequency of her refusal had waned as her receptiveness grew.
He pressed his hips against hers, sucking on her lower lip before he pulled away. They both breathed heavily, catching their breath as they stared into each others eyes. The time for words was over, the kiss instantly igniting fire in his veins. It had been simmering as he waited for her, expecting her sooner and entertaining the thoughts of all the things they could do once she arrived.
He slid his hand down to where her shirt was tucked into the back of her jeans, gathering the material and pulling it loose. He then slipped his hand into her pants, running his hand over her ass. He found she was wearing a thong, leaving her skin bare for him to explore. He quirked his mouth, pulling at the point where the three thin stands of elastic met and made her gasp.
He smirked as he did it a couple more times but harder. He knew the move was putting pressure on her sex. " Gold... " She gasped.
" Let's not wait any longer, " He took his hand out of her pants. " You kept me waiting and I need you... Now. "
Emma took a step back, bending down to remove her boots silently. Once they were off, she pulled off her socks and pitched them aside. She then stood back up and started to unbutton her pants. She flicked her eyes towards him as her hands trembled.
He got the message, stepping forward. He untucked her shirt before deftly unbuttoning it with his left hand. He was rather good at doing such a thing one handed, having lots of practice on himself. The last button released, the silk falling open to reveal she was wearing a dark blue satin bra.
He cupped her right breast in his hand, rubbing her nipple through the fabric. He could feel it was already hard, her mind probably working her up long before she set foot in the shop. He gave her breast a squeeze before sliding his hand up her chest to her shoulder. She brought her hands up, helping him as he eased the shirt off of her.
It flowed down her arms like emerald colored water, falling silently to the floor to pool around her ankles. The waistband of her pants was slack, her fly open to reveal she had on matching panties. The front consisted of barely enough fabric to cover her mound, a bit of hair visible along the top. He reached for her, smirking playfully as he grazed her with his fingertips.
" Why did you even bother? " He murmured. He felt her shiver as he dipped his hand lower. He slid his middle finger down to her slit, pleased when she gasped. He stroked her slowly as he leaned into her face.
" I don't know, " Her breath tickled his lips as he kissed her, pressing his tongue into her mouth. She responded instantly, caressing his tongue with her own. Her mouth was sweet, like the nectar of some juicy fruit and he couldn't get enough of it.
He matched the motions of his tongue with how he was stroking her clit through her panties. She moaned low in her throat, her right hand going to left arm. She gripped it tightly, sighing when he broke away for air. He pulled his hand out of her pants, running his hand over her belly before slipping it to her hip.
He massaged it for a moment before pushing her pants down. He let her go as she stepped back, her own hands going to her jeans. She finished taking them off and stepped out of them. Mr. Gold moved forward, using his cane to move them aside. He grazed her body with his eyes, the heat in his veins threatening to burn him up.
All he could think about was how badly he wanted her. He didn't care how they did it either. He just wanted to have her shouting his name as he pushed her to the point of climax. He had never failed to make her come and he could usually get her to do it twice before he gave in and came himself.
He loved nothing more than seeing her as he filled her with ecstasy and as she shattered beneath or above him. He was painfully aroused and the thoughts that had flooded his mind made the situation dire. He needed to be inside of her and soon. He pulled her to him again and kissed her so hard, she yelped into his mouth.
He pulled back when he felt her hands at his waist, her fingers working his belt loose. He smiled as she made quick work of it before moving onto the button and slipping it free. She slid his zipper down, slipping her hand into the fly. She caressed his length through his silk boxers, her touch making him close his eyes and inhale deeply.
He grabbed her wrist after a few moments, stopping her. He needed to be inside of her and soon. He took her by the hand, guiding her to a chair that sat against the back wall of the room. It was a heavy piece carved from a rich colored wood and the perfect height for what they were going to do.
She turned her when they reached it, pushing her back to it. She let go of his hand, her hands going to the arm rests. He placed his hands on her waist as she hoisted herself up. It was higher than a normal chair, meant to placed at a bar or high desk.
It placed her hips level with his own, the wide seat allowing her to spread her legs. He reached forward with his left hand, stroking her thighs. He ran his finger over the tiny mole she had on her left inner thigh, one of his favorite details of her body. He moved higher, feathering his fingertips across her slit.
The band of elastic there was darkened with her wetness, the scent of her sex reaching his nose and making him let out a silent gasp. He moved it aside, running his fingers along her folds and making her gasp. He was pleased that she was already so wet. It meant he wouldn't have to wait long until he could have her wrapped around him.
She gripped the armrests as he slid two fingers into her, her hips bucking from the penetration. He fingered her as she moved her hips with his stroking. He paused, Emma continuing to move her hips as she rode his hand. He could see her straddling his hips and riding his shaft in the same way, a surge of lust washing over him that made him want to tear the remains of his clothes off and ravish her.
He was pleased with the gasps and moans she was trying to stifle. He glanced up to find she was biting her lower lip in an attempt to keep the noises inside. He pressed his thumb against her clit hard, making her cry out. " No need to hold it in, darling. No one will hear, " He purred.
He pressed his fingers deeper, making her grasp the arm rests so hard her knuckles turned white. He fingered her fast and hard, giving her a feral grin when she howled with the release. She came hard, her legs trapping his fingers inside of her as she pressed her knees together from the force. He curled his fingers to increase the pressure as she spasmed, his thumb flicking her jewel.
She moved her hips slowly, voluntarily or not he wasn't sure. Each thrust made her gasp as her body trembled, sweat making her skin glisten in the dim lights of the shop. When she finished, she fell against the back of the chair as she gasped for air. Her head was turned sideways, her eyes half-closed as she tried to recover herself.
He would give her a few moments to rest but not many. He could sense she was watching him out of the corner of her eye so he brought the fingers he had used on her up to his lips. He smelled them, her scent intoxicating as ever. He darted his tongue out to lick them clean, Emma gasping as she watched him do it.
When he had cleaned them, he leaned down to her, taking her chin in his still damp fingers and made her face him. She opened her eyes a little more, staring deeply into his. He leaned in to give her a deep languid kiss, making sure he shared her flavor with her. He pulled back, " My turn. "
Emma pulled herself into a sitting position, reaching for his pants. He watched as she pushed them down his hips, letting out a gasp as the cloth brushed against his turgid length. The clothing had started to feel restrictive and he was glad for some breathing room. His heart pounded in his ears, knowing he would be within her in no time at all.
He brought his left hand up to unbutton his shirt. He did it quickly, letting the fabric fall open. He leaned his cane against the chair, unbuttoning his cuffs as Emma's hands came up to his shoulders.
She pushed his shirt off and he shook out of it. He put his hands on the arms of the chair as she spread her legs, rounding her hips towards him. He moved closer, taking her lips again as his tip brushed her left inner thigh. She slipped her hands down his chest, grazing his nipples as she moved lower.
He smiled against her mouth as she ran her fingers along his shaft, caressing it like she had through his underwear. The skin-on-skin contact was much more electrifying and made his hips buck towards hers. His tip grazed her folds, he feel of her hot core an invitation he couldn't ignore. He was pleased when she gently grasped him, guiding him forward.
She rubbed his tip along her slit a couple of times before pressing it against her. He pushed gently as she took her hand from him and opened herself to him. He took his left hand from the chair, grasping his base as he pressed into her. Her core drew him inside, her previous climax making her wet enough for him to move easily.
He inhaled slowly once he was fully sheathed in her, enjoying the way she felt. Every time he was within her, he felt like they were melting into each other and becoming one. He put his hand back on the arm of the chair as she circled her legs around his hips. Her hands went back to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as he drew back and pressed into her again.
He moved slowly as they made tiny adjustments to the position, something they had not tried before. They got it to work, soon establishing a rhythm. She slipped her hands up and buried her fingers in his hair, pulling his face down to hers. She showered his face and lips with sloppy kisses as she took her legs from around his waist.
He pulled back, wondering what she was doing. She silently urged him to move his left arm, putting her right leg over his shoulder. She did the same with her left, her legs resting against his chest. He removed his hands from the chair, wrapping his arms around her legs.
The move provided him with more support and allowed him deeper into her. He could feel her legs tremble each time he filled her, her sharp cries filled with passion. He quirked his mouth, taking his left arm from her legs and reaching for her chest as he held himself still within her. He knew from experience most of her bras hooked in the front and found the one she wore did as well.
He unhooked her bra, revealing her breasts to him. He loved how they were delicately shaped, not too small but not too big. They fit in his hands perfectly and her nipples were pleasingly sensitive, instantly responding to his touch. He pushed the bra out of the way, leaving them fully exposed to him.
He started thrusting again as he cupped her right breast and flicked her hardened nipple with his thumb. Emma brought her left hand up and massaged the neglected one. He let her breast go, putting his arms back around her legs. His skin prickled with the anticipation of his own release but he was holding off the best he could, wanting them to come together.
She spread her thighs a little, reaching between them to stroke her clit. From her breathing and the way she felt around him, he could tell she was getting close again. He pulled her legs from his shoulders, letting them rest in the crooks of his arms as he started to move faster. He grabbed the arms of the chair, their movements becoming erratic as they both neared the edge.
Emma was first, throwing her head back and crying out sharply. Her core spasmed around him as he continued to thrust, joining her a few moments later...