The pancakes were delicious; sprinkled with just the right amount of cinnamon. Belle sat on the bed cross-legged, draping the sheet around her to restore at least a little of her decency. She tried dipping the pancakes in cream and honey and could not decide which she liked best. Rumpelstiltskin did not share this small breakfast with her but he would nibble the pieces from her hand when she offered; making sure that his tongue licked streaks of cream and honey from her fingers.
His tongue lingered on her skin longer than necessary and his eyes seemed darker when he'd look up at her face while sucking her fingertips clean. Those deliberate and purposeful licks made her shiver, the sparkles of desire running along her spine and prickling in the small of her back.
Another bite left a trickle of honey that dripped off her chin before she could catch it. Rumpelstiltskin's gaze followed the path of the amber substance that stained her skin and top of the sheets which wrapped around her form. Belle saw a hungry and almost predatory smile tug on the corners of his lips, exposing his sharp uneven teeth, but somehow she did not feel a bit threatened by it.
"Aww, such a mishap, darling" he cooed in a voice that made her suspect that the honey on her chest could be his doing and not merely a result of her clumsiness. "Here, let me take care of that for you."
And then his lips were on her skin, hot and greedy. Belle felt ashamed for the weak mewling noise that escaped her lips and he nibbled and sucked on her skin, looming over her and pushing the sheet away, just his fingertips scratching along her side.
"But the pancakes," she protested half-heartedly.
Rumpelstiltskin waved his hand in irritation, making the food disappear. "To hell with pancakes," he grumbled, barely lifting his lips off her so that she could feel his mouth form the words against her skin.
He just kissed her, teasing and avoiding the places she wanted him most. His lips travelled along her collarbones, the top of her shoulders and the cleft between her breasts. She couldn't help squirming, somehow even those open-mouthed kisses on her not particularly sensitive parts making her moan, the feather-light brushes of his fingertips leaving trails of fire on her skin. He nuzzled the soft place behind her ear, his breath hot and tickly, before he bit down lightly and nibbled on her earlobe. Rumpelstiltskin looked up at one of her particularly loud whimpers to see if that was too much, if he was hurting her.
His face was so close, but the expression nonchalant, almost blank. Belle licked and parted her lips, hoping he'd understand what she wanted, take mercy and stop teasing her. But he stayed still, only inches separating them, sharing her breath and drinking it in. She moved forward to kiss him but he ducked his head away, light amusement hiding in the lines of his eyes.
"Something you want, my sweet?" he asked with polite curiosity.
Belle groaned; she couldn't understand how he went from the passionate kisses to playing mock ignorance; such a swift change of moods was most unsettling. Did she really have to say it out loud? She tried to pull him closer, to show what she wanted rather than explain it with words, but the man would not give in.
"You," she breathed, giving up her attempts to coax him closer. "I want you… on me, in me… please." It was all Belle could master and she hoped that was enough to form an adequate reply. She wished she could say more but her lack of appropriate names as well as the remains of modesty and shyness prevented her from going into details; besides, Belle found it impossible to think when the man was so close, when her mind was foggy with the growing desire. He smirked and leaned in, tasting her lips, running his tongue along them and hooking it behind her upper lip, seeking out the faint traces of honey and the sweetness that belonged to her; that was her. The kiss was slow and thorough, as if he tried to catalogue which move of his tongue could make her gasp or what kind of pressure on her lips would have her press closer and demand more. His hand curled around the back of her head, steading her as the thumb of his other hand drew circles on her cheek.
They'd kissed so much the previous night Belle thought nothing could surprise her, but he kept switching from swift teasing strokes against her tongue to gentle sucking on it. Her body seemed to turn boneless, the pleasure aching in her lower belly. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the sharp edge of his shoulder blades, trying to pull him closer, but their knees were in the way, bumping together and preventing closer contact.
Rumpelstiltskin nudged her back gently, moving on top of her without breaking the kiss. His hand slipped between her legs and he gasped when he found her slick and ready. His fingers probed between her folds, circling and massaging at her entrance as the base of his palm pressed against her clit, the pressure pleasurable but not strong enough to bring her off. Belle wagged her hips, searching for more sensation, trying to impale herself on his fingers. Rumpelstiltskin denied her, withdrawing his hand and flipping her over onto her belly.
He paused for several moments, just looking at her pale skin against the black sheets. While she'd feel unnerved by his gaze or quietness anywhere else, in bed not knowing his next move seemed to excite her. In bed it was easier to trust him, to relax and accept him. In bed, he wasn't the feared Dark One or the scornful sorcerer; he was a plain man who'd treated her gently and would never harm her, or at least that's how she saw it.
His fingers followed the contours of her shoulder blades, down her spine and the curve of her buttocks. The touches were followed by faint scrapes of nails against her skin and it both was ticklish and pleasant. Her skin prickled at his touch and the soft hairs on her arms rising to stand on their ends. Belle wriggled impatiently, feeling the skin on top of her thighs slick with her own juices as if each stroke of his fingertips echoed down there, making her belly tighten. As much as she enjoyed his attention, she was frustrated that this position didn't allow her to look at him, to see what he was doing or to touch him in return.
Rumpelstiltskin moved on top of her, straddling her hips and positioning himself just slightly lower than her buttocks. She could feel his cock, hard and heavy, against the cleft of her nether cheeks, as he began working her shoulders, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Rumpelstiltskin's hands moved gradually lower, his thumbs moving in circles, pressing firmly into her lower back. His hands cupped her taut ass cheeks, pressing them together and capturing his manhood in between. He rocked against her ever so slightly, flexing his fingers and moving his thumbs lower, until they reached the curve where her butt joined her hips and moved inwards, the pads resting just on her outer pussy lips.
Belle rose off the bed, thrusting out her buttocks, indicating that his touch there was more than welcome. His thumbs stroked around her entrance, spreading the moisture and then she felt something else pressed there, more blunt, hotter and softer and Belle moaned at the realization of what exactly that thing was. Rumpelstiltskin slid the tip of his cock up and down her pussy lips, the friction eased by her excitement; the sensation sweet and leaving her aching for more. However, he seemed to hesitate and did not do anything else, continuing to tease her labia and clitoris with his cock. Belle tried to thrust back, to have him slide inside, claiming her, calming down that burning of desire for gods if he didn't do it, she'd break into pieces.
"Please, I need you," she whispered, but he still did not proceed. "I'm fine, I promise," she added and that seemed to finally convince him. Spreading her lips apart with his fingers, he guided himself inside. This time, without the fear of possible pain that lingered at the back of her mind the first time, Belle could enjoy the feeling of being taken, being filled and her body stretching to accommodate his hardness. It was sweet and deliciously slow, but she felt impatient after all the previous teasing and bucked her hips back, meeting his shallow thrusts half way and burying him inside completely in one swift motion. She smiled contently at his sharp intake of breath above, and squirmed, trying to find the right angle, to have him slide out before she'd thrust up to sheath him in once again.
Rumpelstiltskin shifted, pinning her down to bed with the weight of his body, leaning down so that his lips were brushing her earlobe, his hot breath moving her hair.
"I didn't know you were so wicked, darling," he said huskily and Belle moaned, clenching her inner muscles around his manhood as his voice caressed her ear. "You'd have me undone when we've barely started, hmmm?" He pressed further forward, as if to stress his point.
Belle moaned again, not sure how to reply to that. She felt hot, the desire leaving her single-minded with little room for any other thoughts. She wanted to be taken, hard and fast until she'd climax. Rumpelstiltskin, of course, would not give her that right away. He parted her hair, exposing her neck, as he began to thrust slowly, rocking against her unhurriedly as his lips left a burning trail of kisses on her neck. She felt as if there were a tight ball of heat in her lower belly, waiting to become unwound. Belle felt extremely wanton, but she couldn't help moving up to meet his thrusts, whimpering as that failed to make him increase the rhythm.
"Now, now," he murmured, and she could swear there was a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke. "Patience, my sweet."
He bit on the nape of her neck, holding her gently in place as a mother-cat would keep her naughty offspring under control and began moving steadily, few shallow thrusts just with the tip of his cock at the tight ring of muscles at her entrance and then a deeper stroke, with his hips slapping her backside. He kept it up for a while, the pace unfaltering, only his breathing giving away his enjoyment. Rumpelstiltskin squeezed his hand under her body, cupping her mound and moving his fingers in circles. Their positioning didn't allow much room for movement, but the pressure of his wet fingers combined with the hard strokes of his cock inside were enough to build her pleasure up. She was a bit sore from yesterday, but that only heightened the sensation rather than bringing any discomfort.
Belle didn't know what finally made her come undone – his teeth nibbling on her neck and making her skin break into goose bumps, the feel of his manhood sliding in and out of her, his fingers on her clitoris, the closeness of him being wrapped around her, chest against her back, his legs squeezing her thigh or the small quiet noises of enjoyment he was making, but suddenly it was too much. Her body spasmed as the pleasure washed down on her, making her sob with relief, her toes curling up as the heat spread through her body, intense and sharp, making everything disappear but this white-hot pleasure.
She was so wrapped in it that she missed the moment his trust turned erratic and his cock grew even harder, thicker before he too was cumming with a loud groan, his hot seed splashing deep inside, adding to her wetness. He kept moving, until the last shudder of her climax died away. Rumpelstiltskin did not climb off her immediately, listening to her heart beat calming down.
When he rolled onto his back, Belle moved to his side, tucking her head under his chin and hooking one leg over his. She knew that it was probably wrong of her to succumb to the joys of the flesh so easily, that she'd be shunned from any decent company if anyone ever found out what was going on between them in the bedroom, but she was surprised to find out she didn't care. It was more than simply satisfying the carnal needs of her body; she cherished the blissful moments of closeness after love-making even more than the actual deed.
She only hoped that once they went back to their routine, this closeness would remain; that he'd still be as open as honest with her, as he was now. That this caring and gentle man would not hide behind the mask of a stern sorcerer once again.