Rumple had found it impossible to sleep the night before. His body would not stop reacting to the feel of Belle's hands on him. His cock had a mind of its own and had kept rising no matter how hard he tried to stop it. He'd had to relieve himself twice during the night and he'd just relieved himself again before coming down to breakfast.

"Good morning, Rumple." Belle smiled shyly at him as he entered the great hall. He spotted a brief blush as she met his eyes and then lowered hers. For his part he was going to pretend that nothing unusual had happened the night before.

"Good morning, Belle. I trust you had a good night's sleep."

"Yes, thank you. I slept soundly."

Belle placed his breakfast in front of him and then retired to the kitchen. He watched her leave the room and was pleased that his body seemed to be behaving. Maybe things would be fine. Belle appeared a couple of times while he ate and things seemed normal enough. Granted, he knew that this wasn't going to last. She had, after all, offered to touch him again today if he wanted, and that thought was not about to disappear from his brain anytime soon. He did, however, want to make it appear as though that was not the only thing on his mind. He'd let things happen naturally, the way they had the night before.

"Is there anything special you'd like me to do for you today?" Belle asked him this same question every day, and yet today it seemed to take on a whole new meaning. He really needed to keep focused.

"I'll leave it in your hands, Belle. You seem to have a knack for knowing what needs to be done." Gods, this was not going well.

Rumple thought he heard Belle giggle. He looked up and she was biting her lip. She did that often. It was one of the many things about her that aroused him. He really needed to remove himself from her presence for a while.

"I'll be busy in the tower today. No need to bring me lunch, but I will be down at the usual time for dinner."

Maybe it was just his imagination, but Belle seemed disappointed.

"I'd like you to read to me after dinner tonight, Belle. I trust you have some new story or book you'd like to share with me. You know how much I enjoy your selections." He often asked her to read to him and he had come to look forward to it.

That seemed to raise Belle's spirits. "I have a few books that I'm thinking of." She smiled happily at him. "I'll see you at dinner."

He found himself smiling back at her as a warmth started spreading through his body. He'd almost been frozen to the spot, mesmerized by her very presence, but his body's reaction made him turn from her and quickly depart.

Belle continued to smile after Rumple left. She could tell that he'd been nervous with her after what had happened last night and she'd found it endearing. He was as unsure of himself as she was and it made her want to hug him... and touch him. She was sure she'd get a chance to do one or both of them tonight. She finished her chores and then headed to the library to find a book of poetry that she thought Rumple would like.

For his part, Rumple locked himself in the tower and managed to put Belle out of his mind until his stomach alerted him that it was time for dinner. He now felt anxious about seeing Belle again. He made his way down to the great hall and felt himself smile when he saw her setting the table.

"Good evening, Belle."

"Good evening, Rumple." She smiled sweetly at him. "Dinner's ready. I'll be back in a minute. She scurried off to the kitchen and returned again with two large bowls of lamb stew.

She served him his meal and then took a seat at the table with him. They sat companionably in silence as they often did.

"That was excellent, Belle." Rumple had enjoyed the meal and he always made it a point to compliment her when that was the case. It was his way of letting her know what she should or shouldn't make again.

"Thank you." She blushed slightly. She always blushed when he complimented her.

"I'd like you to join me in the library now. I've already started a fire and I'll take care of your evening chores." He flicked his wrist and their dishes disappeared. "I want to relax while you read to me."

Belle followed him into the library. He seated himself at one end of the settee and she sat at the other end facing him. She began to read to him from a book of poetry. They both shared a love of poetry which was something that pleased Belle immensely.

After she read a couple of poems, Belle noticed that Rumple looked tired.

"You look tired, Rumple. Why don't you lie down and put your head on my lap." She wanted this contact with him.

Rumple perked up at her suggestion. He moved down to her end of the settee and rested his head on her. Belle continued reading to him. When she looked down his eyes were closed and he looked very peaceful. Belle gripped the book in one hand and ran the fingers of her other hand through his hair. She loved the feel of it. She realized that she really liked touching him.

Rumple moaned a little and she glanced down at his leather trousers. She could see a bulge though the tight fabric. Belle put down the book and used both of her hands to massage his scalp. She ran her fingers through his hair, stopping occasionally to caress his face. She felt a need to give him physical affection. He was making little whimpering noises that reminded her of a cat purring. She stopped for a minute and he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"Please don't stop, Belle. That felt so good."

Belle felt her heart open to him. He was lonely and needed affection. She wanted to give it to him any way he needed it.

Belle continued to massage his scalp. The feeling of his hair running through her fingers started to excite her. She moved her hands to his face and stroked his cheeks and ran her finger across his lips. Rumple let out little moaning sounds. His bulge was very large now and he was squirming tellingly.

"What would you like me to do, Rumple?" She moved one hand down to the part of his chest that was exposed. He moaned again.

"Please touch me, Belle. I need you to touch me." He started to undo the leather ties on his pants.

"I'll do whatever you want." She moved to get up. "You lie back here. Let me help you with your pants." She sat down on the settee next to him and helped him undo the ties. She helped him pull them off and then she asked him to change his position so that she could sit on the settee with his center draped over her lap. It made it easier for her to touch him. He whimpered at the suggestion.

"Will you open your shirt, Rumple? I like looking at you." He didn't think he could get any harder than he already was, but her words seemed to engorge him further. She was sitting there fully dressed and he was lying there fully exposed to her. It excited him in a way that he could not begin to understand.

Belle stroked the inside of his thighs with both hands and Rumple had to do everything in his power to stifle a yelp. "I love the texture of your skin." She continued to caress him and he had to arch his back in response. Belle giggled a little. "I'm getting there. I just like touching you. Is that OK?"

He choked out a yes. She smiled. He liked how she was touching him and that pleased her. She pulled his legs open a little and cupped his balls in her left hand. He jerked a bit and she moved her hand away. "It's OK, Belle. That felt good. Just be gentle." Belle tentatively put her hand back on him and left it there. He let out a little moan and arched his back in approval.

Belle knew what he wanted her to do so she put her right hand around the base of his cock. He arched his back again. "Yes, Belle. That's good." He needed her to keep her hand on him.

Belle ran her hand from the base of his shaft up to the ridge of the head and back down again. "Your skin's so smooth here, Rumple. I love how it feels." She ran her hand up again and then leaned forward to lick the head of his cock with her tongue. This time Rumple did let out something akin to a yelp as he did everything in his power not to thrust wildly.

"You like it when I lick you, don't you?"

He whimpered in response and she began to twirl her tongue around his head as she stroked his shaft.

He more or less cried out and held desperately onto the settee. "Please, Belle. Don't stop." He moved his hips to help her set a pace. She followed along with him and he began to thrust rapidly and erratically as he started to reach the point of no return. He cried out as his whole body convulsed and his seed poured out of him. He continued to let out little moans as she kept her hand on him and gently stroked him until he became soft in her hand.

Belle was intrigued by his body and the way it responded to her touch. She leaned forward again and took his whole soft cock into her mouth and sucked gently on it.

Every fiber in Rumple's body immediately came to attention. He had just come and yet he could feel himself getting hard again.

"You taste good." She met his gaze. "Does it feel good when I put my mouth on you?"

He let out a strangled sound that was supposed to be a yes. He'd never felt anything as good as her mouth on him.

"I like how you feel in my mouth." She took him in her mouth again and he became harder. Belle was excited by his responses to her. Heat had pooled between her legs and she felt extremely aroused. She removed her mouth from him and took him in her hand again. He whimpered again and her arousal deepened. Now she understood what Rumple felt when he needed to be touched. She needed to be touched too.

"What feels better? My mouth or my hand?"

Rumple's cock stirred further and he knew he needed to end this for the night. "Your mouth feels so good, Belle. You make me feel so good."

Belle smiled happily at him. "I want you to feel good, Rumple. I'll do whatever you want me to do. I want you to be happy."

"You did really good, Belle. But let me clean us up. It's getting late. You must be tired." He magicked away the mess he had made and dressed himself again.

"Will you lie on my lap for a few more minutes?" Belle needed to feel him against her center. She was now extremely aroused and wanted to feel him against her.

"As you wish." They switched places and he lay back down on her.

And then he knew. He could smell her arousal. His little maid was aroused. She had touched him and licked him and sucked him and it had aroused her. His cock became completely engorged at the thought of it. The rest of him became paralyzed. He didn't have the slightest idea of what he should do. He'd never expected this to happen.