A/N I will be out of the country for a week so I'll post the three weekly chapters I owe you by Tuesday.
Belle kissed him like she couldn't get enough of him, only stopping short to draw in a breath. She shifted closer, her upper body sprawled on him and Rumpelstiltskin supported her by curling his arm around her side, gently stroking along her back. He didn't want to rush things but he couldn't resist pulling her completely on top of him and Belle wriggled, trying to get more comfortable. She could feel his hardness pressed against her belly but instead of moving away, she thrust herself forward. Rumpelstiltskin moaned at the contact and the girl pulled away from his lips, grinning. Satisfied with his reaction, she looked at him, a devilish mischief dancing in her eyes. Belle steadied herself, leaning on her arms planted on the sides of his head and without breaking eye contact, ground her pelvis against him purposefully. Where did she even learn that? He was confident Belle was still a maiden but she showed no fear or worry as she pulled the rim of the nightgown up and straddled his hips, positioning herself over his bulging cock and setting her fingers onto the task of undoing clasps of his vest.
She frowned a little, trying to figure out how to loosen the tricky fastening and he moved to help her. Their fingers bumped and intertwined, delaying the process rather than helping, but that was a small price for the luxury of feeling her touch. Belle finally managed to click the last metal clasp free and pushed the folds of his vest to the sides. Her palms smoothed out the fabric of his silk shirt and slid upwards towards the lace in front of his shirt.
She was quite determined on getting him undressed and despite the fact that he wanted it too, he felt a bit intimidated. Belle may be innocent, but ignorant wasn't something that ever applied to her. She probably read about the act and he tried to recall whether there were books on sex in his library. He hoped not. It was hard to concentrate with her bottom rubbing on his crotch and her hands tugging his shirt up. His stomach was already exposed but he didn't raise his arms, and the shirt was stuck under them. Belle gave him a strict look as if he were a misbehaving child. She probably expected their first time to be miraculous (and it was just that in his fantasies as well), to experience fireworks or whatever they described in books. Rumpelstiltskin did not feel he was capable of fireworks though, it's been so long since he'd done it. And he never had to deal with virgins before; his wife wasn't one when he took her on their wedding night.
That thought was making him cringe. Gods, maybe that's what Belle wanted of him? Marriage? If she did, she hid it well; undressing him was hardly an indication of marital desires. As her fingers were unable to pull his shirt off, she switched her attention to his breeches. She got them untied halfway and he had to grab her wrist to prevent her from finishing the task.
"Is that what you really want, darling?" he couldn't say why he picked that endearment, but referring to Belle using his usual dearieseemed wrong at the moment.
The girl gave him a look that said she'd never heard anything more stupid.
"Yes I am," she added, sensing it was not enough to convince him with her glare.
"Do you want me to… use magic?" he could just apply it without asking, but Belle would feel it nevertheless. Besides, he did promise to be honest with her not so long ago.
She shook her head with a no and returned to unlacing his breeches.
"It might hurt," he offered but she merely shrugged, undisturbed.
"Let me at least put the lights out," Rumpelstiltskin hated to sound pleading but if he did disappoint her with his poor performance, he did not want to face the accusation in her eyes.
"No, leave it," she said in a way that indicated it was useless to argue. "I want to see you," she added more softly, catching his look of concern. She bent down to kiss him, gently exploring his mouth to reassure.
Rumpelstiltskin closed his eyes, melting into a kiss. He did know some things and he'd do his best to pleasure her. Instead of dwelling on his lack of experience, he concentrated on her sighs and little squirms, on how soft her skin was under his fingers and how her hair tickled his face. When Belle bent down to kiss him, he met her half-way, propped on his elbows. The position was not the most comfortable one but he wasn't about to complain.
Trying to keep his balance with just one arm supporting his weight, he let his right hand wander. She was so wonderfully responsive, arching her body when his hand cupped one of her breasts, the nipple immediately hard and straining against the thin fabric of the gown. It wasn't enough and Rumpelstiltskin made the distracting clothing vanish, not bothering to waste any time pulling it off.
He made a mental note to thank Belle later for insisting on not being in the darkness – the flickering flame of candles made her look even more beautiful and he wanted every moment of that night memorized. Rumpelstiltskin pulled away to look at her. She was all softness and curves, her perky breasts topped with small rosy nipples and the crease between her breasts deepened by the shadows. Her chest was heaving and she couldn't seem to sit straight up, her body wriggling in his lap, her most sensitive parts rubbing against his leather breeches. Never had he hated a piece of clothing more; he'd much rather feel her pussy on him with no barrier in between their bodies. Belle did not seem ashamed of her nakedness, but she shivered under his hungry gaze. She slowly lifted her hands to her hair, twisting it up and away from her chest. Her breasts rose a little with the movement of her arms and he swallowed noisily. His hand went up, following the curve underneath her breasts with just his fingertips and tracing up, circling the areola but not touching the nipple. Belle sucked her breath as the rough pad of his finger pressed against her nipple, flicking it and then capturing the sensitive nub between his thumb and index finger.
Rumpelstiltskin studied her face but she closed her eyes and threw her head back. His hand didn't stay at her breasts long, though - it went up, his fingers sliding along her collarbones. He explored her body slowly, as if he still didn't quite believe he was allowed to touch her like this. The man slid his palm to the side of her neck, burying his fingers in her hair, then tracing the shape of her jawline. His thumb stopped to stroke the skin of her chin just under her bottom lip before pressing down, making her part her lips.
Belle licked her lips unconsciously but parted them. He ran his thumb across the pink flesh, her lips smooth and so delicately soft they could be the petals of an exotic flower. She darted her tongue out, flicking it against his finger before her moist lips closed around it and sucked on his thumb. Rumpelstiltskin hissed at the feel of her warm mouth encircling his finger, as her wicked and slightly rough tongue caressed the pad and the underside of his thumb.
Her eyes fluttered open, teasing, knowing what kind of effect she had on him. Gods, she was driving him out of his mind. He wondered what it would be like to have those luscious lips wrapped around his cock, that warm inviting mouth applying just the same pressure and her tongue drawing the same patterns around his engorged manhood. There would be time for that, later, he had to stop thinking like that or he'd cream his trousers even without managing to take them off. Belle bit his thumb playfully before releasing it from her mouth and pulled on his shirt. He raised his arms up this time, letting the fabric slip off before it was unceremoniously tossed onto the floor.
Belle looked at his chest, but there was no fear or disgust in her eyes. She gazed at him with warmth and appreciation, her palms stroking him as she nearly hummed with pleasure, feeling his naked hairless skin, seeing him without layers of clothing for the first time. She ducked her head to lick at his neck, distracting him long enough for him to miss the moment her hand pulled him out of his breeches and wrapped around his rigid cock.
It was too much, too strong, he swore to himself he'd be slow, he had to be slow and gentle and not selfish but her hand pulled and squeezed and he groaned and bucked into her touch helplessly. She had to stop, he couldn't possibly last. He gasped and whimpered, the sounds he was making were low and guttural, almost beast-like but she just beamed at him, immensely proud that it was her touch that had him, the Dark One, quivering and begging. He tried to pry her fingers off, it was too soon, he had to take care of her pleasure but she just said simply: "Please let me. I want to see."
That was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned back against the assortment of pillows, watching her through half-hooded eyes. Belle pumped his cock, swiping her thumb across the wet tip each time her hand came up until she settled into a steady, yet rapid rhythm, up and down, her thumb rubbing the sensitive spot just under the ridge of his cock, where the bulbous head met the shaft. The sensation was over-consuming and he tried to hold back, to make it last even as he felt his cock thicken further under Belle's ministrations; seeing her small hand wrapped around him like that was most likely the most erotic sight he'd ever been lucky to lay his eyes upon. Somehow she knew just the right way to touch him.
Rumpelstiltskin's hands clawed at the sheets, his toes curling and he bucked into her touch, throwing her off rhythm with his frantic thrusts but it didn't matter, nothing mattered, he was so close, so fucking close… He bit down on his bottom lip to muffle the groan but it sounded unbelievably loud and carnal in the silence of the room. His cock spurted his thick cum in long gushes as Belle watched in awe, holding her breath. She slowed down her pumping but did not take her hand off him, squeezing every last drop until he winced, his member becoming too sensitive to touch.
He did not know if he was supposed to feel ashamed; he felt ultimately exposed and guilty – the girl of his dreams was in his bed, but all he did was pursue his own pleasure, dirtying his stomach and sheets. Belle shifted and worked on the lacing of his boots, pulling them off him. Her hair fell around his face, obscuring her features and Rumpelstiltskin was worried. Did she feel disgusted? Did he disgrace himself for letting her see his orgasm? She pulled his breeches off him, wordlessly and he opened his mouth to say something. He needed to fix things, he hated to fuck up that moment but he didn't have enough time to shape the words.
Belle looked at the pool of cum on his stomach, the pearly fluid turning almost clear and dipped her index finger in it. Scooping it up, she raised her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean. She repeated the action again, and holding his gaze, she let her pink tongue catch the running liquid and thoroughly licked her joints before giving him a saucy smile. It was more than he could take.
With a snarl Rumpelstiltskin grabbed her and smashed his lips to hers in a kiss, licking his own cum from her mouth and rolling over to pin Belle to the bed. He loved to feel her naked under him, even though his belly was slick with his cum rubbing off onto her skin. He was careful not to crush her, but Belle pulled him closer, hooking her leg behind his knee, responding to his kisses passionately.
Some of his arousal blunted but not quite gone with an orgasm, he concentrated on her solely, letting go of her lips to lick her neck, nibbling and placing a trail of light bites along her milky skin. She was his entire world, he'd be happy if he never saw another human being, if all of his days were spent like this, where he could taste her, touch her, breathe her and hear only her moans and pleads. His hand rested on the curve of her hip, stroking her smooth skin. Belle's fingers tangled in his hair and she guided him to her breasts, crying out as his greedy mouth lavished her skin, his lips closing around the nipple and scraping his teeth over it. He lapped at her nipples eagerly, alternating between them, cupping her small breasts and pushing them up and together, licking as much skin as he could. She was thrashing under his open-mouthed kisses wildly, crossing her ankles behind his back, pulling him down and still feeling it wasn't enough.
He was hard again, hot and ready for her, his cock nested in the crook of her thigh. He rocked against her lightly and she raised her hips, searching for more contact. Rumpelstiltskin wanted to press into her, tighter, till he could dissolve into her, become one. She pleaded for something but he couldn't quite make out the words. He squeezed his hand between their bodies, stopping when he reached the top of her curls, raking his fingers through them, moving lower and lower to reach her core. She was so hot and slick when he separated the tender folds to stroke her in between. He wished he could see her but he didn't have the power to pull away as if being apart would kill him.
His wet fingers found her clit and he stroked it, trying to synchronize the movement of his hand with the suction of his mouth. Belle rocked against his hand, whimpering and asking for more. He realized she must be close for her clitoris throbbed under his touch but she pulled on his hair, making him raise his hand, catching his lips in a desperate kiss, whispering please and now and more through it.
He lifted his body off hers enough to grab his cock in hand and line it up with her entrance. He did not press forward immediately though, coating himself with her juices and spreading them around with the head of his cock, sliding it across her clit.
Belle raised her knees and Rumpelstiltskin quit teasing. He positioned himself lower, pushing forward but she was so wet, he had to steady his cock with his hand to prevent it from slipping off his aim. He didn't want to ram his member in, instead he pushed against her entrance, waiting for her muscles to relax and let him in. Eventually, the head of his cock slid inside and Belle gasped at the sensation. He was eyeing her face closely, searching for the look of discomfort or pain but there was none. She only winced a little, her body stretching and adjusting to his thickness. Rumpelstiltskin withdrew and pressed back, entering her a little more but not moving until she gave him a nudge with her feet against his backside, indicating it was okay for him to move.
He was sure he could blow right from the sheer feel of her heat. Her pussy was incredibly tight, for a few moments he doubted if it was physically possible for him to penetrate her at all. He rocked against her slowly, pulling out and sliding a little further each time. Rumpelstiltskin took his time, entering her patiently and without any rush and both of them gasped when he was sheathed in her fully and his pelvis rested on her mound.
Belle breathed deeply, her inner muscles clenching him, trying to accommodate his cock. She smiled, seeing how much concern was written on the man's face. She lifted her head for a kiss, the movement causing her body to shift and she let out a surprised oh into his lips. She raised her hips off the bed a little and moaned as his cock slid even deeper. Why did he ever even doubt? They clicked together perfectly, like two pieces of the same puzzle. They were meant to be that way, joined and their hearts beating in unison. The previous years of solitude no longer mattered; he'd endure a lot more if it meant he'd find Belle at the end of his way.
Taking it as a hint to move, Rumpelstiltskin began to thrust, supporting his weight on his outstretched arms. Belle moaned and dug her nails into his back, urging him on, whispering encouragements and asking him to thrust harder, faster and soon he was pulling out almost completely, where only her inner walls would grasp the head of his cock and slam back in. He wanted it to last forever but he wanted to cum as well. Yet Rumpelstiltskin knew he had to be more considerate, he wanted her to reach her pleasure.
He guided Belle's hand to where their bodies joined and she understood his intention. She caressed herself roughly, her fingers sliding on the sides on her clit, pinching and pulling it fast, building herself up, her inner walls tightening. Rumpelstiltskin was slamming into her hard and he seemed to hit just the right spot. Her body went rigid and she moaned and quivered, the orgasm washing over her body, making her eyes roll back in her head. He fucked her through it, slowing the pace down only when the girl became aware of her surroundings again.
Only then did he allow himself to let go, hugging her tightly, his hands wrapped around her slender back, he was so close to her he couldn't tell where his own body ended and hers started. It was impossible to move when he was pressed to her that way but somehow he moved. Her body was damp with perspiration and he licked the droplets of sweat off her skin.
He was wrapped with Belle's arms and legs, his cock engulfed in her wet tight heat and it was too good, making it impossible to think, making it impossible to stop. His senses shrunk to the feel of her pussy squeezing him, milking him, craving his seed. Rumpelstiltskin could no longer resist it, he came, coating her insides with his cum, his orgasm times stronger and more intense with the feel of her tight walls wrapped around his cock. He shook and held still as his cock throbbed and pulsed. He was sure he was spent, there was not a single drop left in him.
He had enough common sense about him not to collapse on top of Belle. He dropped onto his side, pulling the girl along with him, reluctant to part. She stroked his hair, kissing his eyelids and brow until his breathing became even. He felt disappointed when his cock shrank and slipped out of her.
"You're wonderful," she whispered, and this time he did not doubt her words one bit.