Rumpelstiltskin got bolder and teased her full bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Belle moaned as the sensation sent goose bumps down her back and arms and she arched her back pushing up against the bars to press closer to him. With a grunt Rumpelstiltskin began to suck on her lip, scraping along it with his teeth and licking it to diminish the little pain he caused. He moved his mouth on top of hers, carefully sliding his tongue in to stroke it against hers. Belle whimpered and suddenly the kiss turned into an urgent one, his tongue invading her mouth, touching the tips of her teeth, licking her pallet and battling against her tongue. He would switch from little bites to nibbles, before pushing his tongue back into her mouth or sucking her tongue into his mouth.
It felt as if Rumpelstiltskin tried to claim her, to show that she belonged to him and no one else would ever dare to kiss her the same way. The thought seemed to be quite pleasant to Belle. The kiss was certainly nowhere near her palm-kisses or clumsy attempts with Gaston. It was consuming, making her body tingle with desire. She was not sure how long he'd been kissing her – it could have been moments as well as minutes, but she knew she never wanted it to stop.
Rumpelstiltskin moaned when Belle eagerly responded and tried to mimic the movement of his tongue, the sound vibrating down her spine. His right hand went up to cup her cheek, the pad of his thumb drawing circles on her cheekbone and his other fingers gently scratching at the nape of her neck.
Belle pulled away a little, gasping for air. He thought he should stop; he was taking things too far, but those thoughts were blown from his head as Belle leaned back to kiss him again. She took the lead this time, her kiss a little clumsy but urgent as she let go of his hand and grasped his high leather coat, pulling him closer. She was quite possessive for such a petite thing Rumpelstiltskin mused as Belle's tongue explored his mouth and danced around his.
He let one of his hands cup the back of her head, massaging it and holding her close. His other hand moved to stroke the side of her neck and down her collarbone. His movements were slow and unhurried despite the passionate kissing. He wanted to enjoy the texture of her skin; her softness and warmth. He didn't know how far the girl wanted to go and he was sure groping would only scare her. Despite being already hard, he knew he would stop if she requested. After all, he could not have her. She would most likely regret it. Pre-marital liaison would destroy her life and make her an outcast. An association with the Dark One would result in her being burnt at the stake.
"No, wait," Belle pulled away as he placed his hand on her breast. Rumpelstiltskin frowned. Even though his thoughts were quite rational and well-intended, his body was reluctant to let go of her.
"It's not that," Belle said as if she knew what he was thinking. "I do want to but you're just… uh… distracting me too much and I want to feel you. Will you let me do that? Please?.."
Like she had to ask for permission to touch him.
"Tonight do as you please, dearie. I'm all yours to explore," Rumpelstiltskin said with a hint of sarcasm, dropping his hands at his sides.
Ignoring the taunt in his voice, Belle decided to do just that. But having received the invitation, suddenly she felt lost. She had a general idea of what coupling was like but neither of her books described the correct way to touch a man. Should she undress him, or feel him through his clothes? Was there a certain etiquette and sequence of touches, or should she just go for the part of his anatomy that fascinated her most? Belle decided to begin with things she was certain of first, to start with petting his hair and moving down his body. She only hoped he'd not find her silly or clumsy and laugh at her inexperience.
Belle raked her fingers through Rumpelstiltskin's wavy locks, careful not to pull his hair where it was tangled. She scratched his scalp lightly and he sighed, leaning back into the touch slightly. Her fingers moved to the sides of his neck, stroking it with her fingertips first and gradually applying more pressure. His skin felt hot and rough from the scales, but there was no hint of stubble. However, his coat was in the way.
"Will you be cold if you take it off?" she asked. He must have shook his head with a no because his hair swiped across her face and Rumpelstiltskin shrugged the heavy coat off. She undid the fastenings on his vest as well, pushing it off his shoulders, the leather sliding down to the floor with a soft whisper.
Belle wished she could see him, the darkness was leaving her a bit disoriented. But her other senses could make up for her lack of vision. She smoothed her palms on his shoulders and down his arms, enjoying the flow of silk under her fingers. He did feel warmer than she expected, perhaps it was his usual body temperature or maybe it was the arousal affecting him.
Belle's fingers found the lacing in front of his shirt and pulled, making it loose around the neck. Her fingers slipped beneath it to stroke the dimple where his neck and chest met and along his collarbone. The skin on his chest was free of hair and softer compared to his neck, the scales finer and less dense. Suddenly she wasn't satisfied with touching only. She leaned forward and rested her head against his shoulder, wishing the bars weren't in the way and she could embrace the man properly.
Rumpelstiltskin was still tense, his breaths short and uneven but he didn't speak a word or try to stop her. Belle pressed her face between his shoulder and neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled of something bitter, like smoke and sagebrush, but there was some hint of lemon and musk. She decided she liked it and swiped her tongue across his neck. Rumpelstiltskin let out a shaky moan at this and cocked his head to the side, exposing his neck and giving her better access. His skin tasted a bit salty, but Belle found it to be not a bad taste; it was quite pleasant, actually. She repeated the lick and then put a trail of kisses up to his jawline. She felt so wicked and powerful and she bit down on the spot just under his ear.
That seemed to break Rumpelstiltskin's self-control and shatter his stillness. With a groan he hooked his fingers under Belle's chin, careful not to hurt her with his long nails, urging her to lift her head up for him and crushed her lips in a kiss, sucking and biting her bottom lip. His hands grabbed her butt cheeks through her leather pants and squeezed them hard, lifting her up and against his hard body, letting her feel the rigid length of his cock. The tips of his fingers reached down far enough to stroke at her entrance teasingly, moving in circles.
One of his hands pulled on her shirt, tugging it free from her breeches and slid underneath the fabric. Rumpelstiltskin's fingers drew random patterns on the small of her back and he ground his hard cock against her stomach. Belle moaned into his mouth. She was extremely aroused, the darkness heightening her senses. But maybe it was for the best, she was probably flushed all over. The light touch of his fingers on her naked skin sent electric jolts against her spine and she felt like he could drive her over the edge with just the kisses and the pressure of his fingers against her sex.
Belle pulled away for air and frowned. It wasn't fair of him to distract her from discovering his body. Besides, she wondered if she could make him lose control and moan under her touch. Both of Rumpelstiltskin's hands returned to kneading her butt as Belle placed a kiss on his chin and down his neck, flicking her tongue against his adam's apple before stopping to lick the protruding collarbone. Her fingers hesitantly snuck under his shirt and caressed his sides.
Belle moved her hands to his belly, which quivered slightly under her fingers, and she wondered if he was ticklish there. She stroked the trail of coarse hairs leading down from his navel and Rumpelstiltskin swallowed hard. Belle paused as her fingers reached the top of his leather breaches, suddenly shy. But she was stubborn too and once she set her mind to something she wouldn't change it, besides her curiosity urged her on.
She placed her palm on top of the bulge in front of his pants, cupping them lightly, and was delighted to hear a quiet moan. Rumpelstiltskin felt his cock throb. Her touch was too light but still he thought he could cum even from that, her unsure fingers driving him mad with desire.
Belle wondered how he could ever even put those breeches on. His cock was incredibly hard, pushing against the leather and she could feel its heat even through the clothing. She tried to undo his pants but her fingers fumbled with the fastenings. She tugged and pulled on the cords but somehow it only made the knots tighter.
"Help me?" she asked, frustrated.
Rumpelstiltskin untied the lacing but made no move to push the breeches off. He was kneeling on the floor, just like she was, and Belle pulled his pants down quickly as far as they'd go. She stroked his bare thighs, feeling the sparse short hair and held her breath as her hand wrapped around the girth of his cock. Her fingers could barely close around the thickness and Belle just held it in her hand. His cock was hot in her grip, both very hard yet the skin was velvety soft and tender at the same time.
Belle moved her hand upwards and Rumpelstiltskin moaned. She repeated the motion, down and up the shaft again, feeling the skin move with her strokes. She had no idea how big that part of a man was usually like, but she thought his cock was rather large. Belle moved her fingers to the bulbous tip. It was slightly wet and sticky and she spread the moisture around the soft head. She returned to pumping her hand on the shaft for he seemed to like it best, bucking his hips forwards into her touch and breathing heavily, but she still wasn't sure if she was doing it right.
"Show me how to," she pleaded.
Rumpelstiltskin's hand covered hers, tightening her grip. Belle would never dare to squeeze it so hard. He guided her hand along, making long rhythmic strokes and rotating their hands slightly when they reached the head. He picked up the pace, breathing out through his teeth noisily and Belle felt his cock harden even more. Rumpelstiltskin leaned down for a kiss, groaning and sucking on her lips. He pumped their hands even faster and gave away a long moan. His cock throbbed and Belle felt her fingers splattered by hot fluid as he came. He stopped stroking when he was done and snapped the fingers of his other hand, leaving them both clean with no trace of his semen.
Belle felt both proud and a little silly as Rumpelstiltskin pulled away and straightened up his clothing without saying a word. Did she do something wrong? He seemed to enjoy it but maybe now he felt annoyed with her clumsiness? Was asking for him to guide her the right thing to do?
But before she could open her mouth to apologize or at least say something, Rumpelstiltskin wrapped his hands around her again, pushing her close and kissing her with no less passion than before. Belle's body was pressed against the bars uncomfortably but she wasn't about to complain as his hands confidently went under her shirt to cup her breasts. She squirmed impatiently as his thumbs circled her areolas and went over her nipples. At the same time she felt a rush of magic caress her sex, building up her pleasure. It was too much – his lips on her, his thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipples and his magic pulsing and throbbing in her. Belle came undone with a husky moan, shaking against him, her inner walls clenching with the force of her orgasm.
Rumpelstiltskin caressed her through it and didn't immediately break the embrace. Belle rested her head against his shoulder as her heartbeat slowed and her breathing became even again. She smiled as she felt his hand petting her hair. It was even better than she imagined.
Belle felt completely and utterly happy.