Rumple had taken the coward's way out. He knew Belle had been aroused last night. He had been shocked by it. She had taken his cock in her mouth and it had aroused her. But what could he have done? Touched her? Put his mouth on her? It was making him hard just thinking about it. What he would have given to lift her skirt to see her wet for him… to see her squirming under his touch… to feel her shudder as he made her come…
But he had been paralyzed. He hadn't known what to do. Would she have wanted him to touch her? He had been too terrified to find out so he had pretended to be exhausted and anxious to get to bed. Nothing could have been further from the truth. His whole body had been awakened by the smell of her arousal and it had kept him in a state of unrest all night.
"Good morning, Belle." He greeted her as normally as possible, though he was secretly observing her for any sign about the previous evening.
"Good morning, Rumple." She smiled sweetly at him.
"I trust you slept well?" It was his usual question.
"Not that well, actually. I had a very restless night." She blushed slightly and turned away to hide it.
"Why is that?" He didn't know why he asked. Did he really want her to answer?
"I… I don't know exactly." She blushed again.
Rumple felt guilty. She had given him exquisite pleasure two nights in a row now and he was at a loss of how to reciprocate. He didn't even know if she wanted him to.
She stood there a minute looking as though she wanted to say something to him.
"What is it Belle?" His voice had taken on a gentle tone.
"Would you come apple picking with me today? I want to bake an apple pie for tonight." She knew that he hated being taken away from his experiments, but she couldn't do it alone. The apple orchard was behind a thick stone wall and Rumple needed to help her open the gate leading to it. Plus she would love to have his company. She couldn't reach the best apples that were still on the trees.
His first thought was to magic the door open for her, but then he thought better of it. It would be nice to get some fresh air. It would also be nice to spend a little time with Belle. It was the least he could do. She never asked him for anything.
She was very excited when he agreed and they made plans to meet at 10:00am after she finished her morning chores.
Rumple was pleased that she seemed so happy. It made him feel a little less guilty about his inability to please her in other ways.
The morning breezed by and Rumple and Belle met and made their way out to the orchard. Belle was carrying a large basket which Rumple offered to take from her. She followed him to the orchard gate and then into the orchard. They began to gather apples from the trees. Belle suspected that these were magical apples because none of them had fallen from their branches onto the ground.
Rumple was a bit taller than she was so he had to do most of the plucking. He had just picked one that was rather high up on the tree and when he turned around Belle was almost on top of him. He moved back a step and she moved closer.
"Your skin looks beautiful in this light." She moved closer to him, her face almost touching his. He could feel her breath on his cheek. It made his body react.
"I'm a monster, Belle." He tried to deflect. "You're the one who's beautiful."
She blushed. "I love the golden hue of your skin." She stroked his cheek. "And your hair looks so soft and silky today. We should wash it more often." His cock now hardened considerably at the memory of what had happened the night she had helped him bathe.
The next thing he knew, Belle was raking her fingers through his hair. His cock was now straining against his tight leather pants, begging to be released.
"Belle." He choked out her name.
"You like it when I run my fingers through your hair, don't you?" Her fingers were gently massaging his scalp and he could think of nothing but how they would feel elsewhere. Her body was almost touching his and he wanted to know how it would feel pressed against his.
He let out a little whimper.
Belle moved back away from him and looked down at his crotch. There was no doubt that she could see the huge bulge straining against his pants.
She blushed. "Am I arousing you again?" She looked shyly at him.
"Yes." His voice was hoarse.
"Would you like me to touch you again?"
"Please." He choked it out and reached down to the leather ties on his pants.
Belle removed the cloak that she had around her shoulders and spread it on the ground and sat down on it. "Come." She patted the spot next to her. "Lie back here and I'll help you undo those ties."
He whimpered and sat down next to her. He needed to get these pants off immediately. They had become unbearably uncomfortable.
"Lie back, Rumple. I'll help you." She smiled at him and he obeyed her. She immediately knelt beside him and started to work on his ties. His cock was so engorged that it was making it harder to undo the laces. Belle finally got them untied and she pulled them open and reached in to release his cock from the trousers. As soon as he felt her hand encircle him he let out a series of whimpers and moans.
"Belle." He couldn't say anything else.
Once his cock was released, Belle let it go and it rose almost flat against his belly. She then removed his boots before pulling his pants completely off of him. "Can I take your shirt off too? You know that I like looking at you."
He let out a little sound that was meant to be a yes. Belle seemed to understand because she proceeded to unbutton and remove his shirt. He was now lying completely naked in front of her like he had the night before. And like the night before, the knowledge of that aroused him more than he would have ever imagined. His cock was throbbing and he was desperate for her to touch him.
"Your skin is so soft, Rumple." She started to gently massage his chest with both hands. He groaned and bucked his hips trying to get her to touch his cock. He needed her hands on him and he needed it now. "I think your skin color is beautiful."
He bucked again and she smiled seductively at him. "You really like it a lot when I touch you, don't you?"
"Yes. Please, Belle." It wasn't more than a croak.
Belle wanted to please him and she liked the way it made her feel when she touched him. She put her hand around the bottom of his cock and he bucked wildly at her touch. She felt heat begin to pool between her legs as his reaction started to excite her.
She held him firmly but gently and slowly moved her hand up his shaft. He was thrusting and moaning.
"Your skin is so smooth and soft, Rumple." She rubbed her thumb over the head and he cried out.
"Please Belle." He thrust into her hand.
"I want you to feel good, Rumple." She leaned down and licked the pre-cum that was dripping from the head of his cock.
Rumple let out a cry and held his breath. She licked him again. "Is that good, Rumple?"
"Yes, good." It was barely a whisper.
"What about this?" She took of the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while swirling her tongue around it.
"Please, Belle." He had put his hands on her head to keep her in place. "Please don't stop."
He was breathing hard and heavy.
She continued to suck on his cock while moving her hand up and down his shaft. "Deeper, Belle. Take me deeper into your mouth."
Belle was happy to oblige. She took him further into her mouth. "Up and down, sweetheart." She obeyed and he moaned in response. Her eagerness to please him made him lose all control. He began to thrust into her and she enthusiastically followed his lead. Her mouth was so hot and wet and her tongue was stroking him in a way that he never dreamed possible. The intensity of feeling was so overwhelming that he could not help crying out as the semen came spouting out of him and into her mouth. Belle continued to suck on him, lapping up every drop.
She looked up to see him looking at her and she moved up to lie beside him.
"Was that good, Rumple?" She asked shyly.
"Belle." He traced her mouth with his fingers. "So good, Belle. So good."
Belle leaned against him. The heat between her legs had become a steady throbbing. She whimpered now and moved closer. "Rumple." Her face was flushed. She wanted him to touch her but didn't know how to ask. She whimpered again.
"What is it Belle?" He wasn't sure what she was asking.
Belle took his hand and placed it over the fabric of her dress and between her legs.
"Belle?" He was afraid to move. She reached down, pulled up her skirt and then put his hand over her naked mound and began to rub against it.
He could hardly breathe. His little maid was aroused and she wanted him to touch her. She had just put his hand on the most intimate part of her body and it was dripping wet. She had just put his hand on her naked flesh and she was moaning as she rubbed against him. He followed her movements with his hand and palm until she ground herself hard against him and cried out his name. His hand was covered with her juices and his cock was throbbing again.
She put her arms over his chest and lay next to him. Her heart was beating wildly against him. After she calmed down she moved up and kissed him on the cheek.
His heart stopped. He didn't know what was arousing him more. The thought of her mouth on him making him come, her coming in the palm of his hand and covering him with her juices, or her kissing him on the cheek.
They lay there in silence for quite a while. Her arm was still over his chest and he had put his arm around her back. Eventually Belle realized that they needed to get back so that she could bake the pie.
He magicked them clean and dressed again and they walked back to the castle each engrossed in their own thoughts. They parted ways until it was time for dinner.
Belle spent the rest of the day preparing dinner and baking the apple pie. She kept smiling to herself and blushing. She had shared the most intimate part of herself with Rumple and it had felt better than anything she could have imagined. She kept thinking about how it felt to have his hand on her and it was making her warm and wet between her legs. She wanted him to touch her again.
Rumple did not get a thing done that afternoon. He kept thinking about Belle. She had wanted him to touch her in the most intimate way and she had rather wantonly helped him pleasure her. It was all he could think about. Her touches, her mouth, her tongue… they all aroused him beyond his wildest imaginings. And yet it was the thought of arousing and satisfying her that was making him harder than he'd ever been. His little maid not only liked to touch, she liked to be touched.
When dinner time finally arrived, Rumple made his way down to the great hall. He felt a little nervous about seeing Belle, but he also felt more comfortable.
Belle blushed when she saw him but she also smiled widely at him. She looked radiant and it made him hard. What was she doing to him?
They talked more than usual during the meal. Belle was anxious to serve him the pie. He hadn't had the heart to tell her, but he was not a fan of apples.
She served him a large piece and he took a taste. It was the perfect combination of sweet and tart. He scoffed it down so quickly that Belle giggled. "I guess you liked it."
"Yes… it was delicious, Belle." He was rather amazed. He'd never cared for apples before. They'd always left an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth no matter how they were served. And now, for some reason, he felt as though he'd never tasted a more perfect fruit… it was perfect in every way… and he wanted more… he wanted a lot more.