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Belle had never been jealous in her life, she had no reason to be. She was, sadly, an only child so no fights ever occurred for attention or toys. Gaston was nothing special to her and when women fawned over him, she never cared then or when he showed interest in them. It took a special woman to love the Dark One and no one would ever flirt with him because he frightened most people.
So why has she been feeling white hot jealousy whenever she saw him caressing something? Whether it was the top of his cane, which he did quite a lot, their chipped cup, or that damn bottle of ketchup at the diner.
Belle contemplated this while she sat in her apartment in her big, comfy arm chair. She had planned on snuggling up with a good book and a glass of iced tea, but her mind would not let her focus. The book remained closed in her lap and the ice cubes had long ago melted making her tea room temperature.
She wanted to be touched so very badly by him. Having been devoid of human contact for almost three decades had her itching for it. But no matter how many times she tried to initiate physical contact, he was always a gentleman and kept his hands to himself.
With a heavy sigh, Belle removed herself from the position she’s been in for well over two hours. After sitting her book on the chair, and dumping out her no good tea, she put on her sensible shoes, no heels today, to go out for a walk.
The cold Main air immediately froze her bare legs and arms, she didn’t bother with a coat. She knew where she was going to end up even before she got out of her chair. She regretted that soon after. She was shivering by the time she came to her destination.
The pawn shop run by Rumpelstiltskin was still open if the sign in the door was of any indication. Belle gently opened the door, smiling at the bell hanging on it. The warm air in the shop unfroze her pale skin.
She stepped further into the shop, and easily found her love leaning on the counter, writing something.
Without looking up he asked, “Can I help you?”
Belle opened her mouth to answer but the words piled up in her throat. She had spotted the pen resting in his hand, more importantly the way his fingers curled around the object. The jealously was back, over a writing utensil no less.
His accented, sexy voice grabbed her attention away from his hand. “Belle, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”
“I…uh…um…I wanted to see you.” Belle stammered. “I don’t like being completely alone for too long.”
“That’s alright, dear. My door is always open for you, here or at my house.”
That pen was still in his hand, but this time his fingers were gliding over it. Why wouldn’t he touch her like that?
Suppressing a groan, Belle focused on talking, something she’s never had trouble with before. “Thank you. I did enjoy our time at Granny’s today, finally a date with no interruptions .” She wanted to add, “Even when you were fondling that ketchup bottle instead of me.”, but she decided to keep that to herself, for the time being.
“I‘m glade you enjoyed yourself, sweetheart.” Rumpelstiltskin said shyly.
Belle smiled at him, he was so cute. “I always do when I‘m with you.” If she didn’t know any better, she would think he was deliberately touching the pen that way.
“Would you like some tea, Belle?” He stepped out from behind the counter toward her. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm. “It’s a bit chilly out and you’re lacking a coat.”
Belle’s eyes fluttered shut at the contact, a warmth resting in her belly. She nodded her head, biting back a moan of disappointment when he moved away.
Watching him disappear into the back, she carefully leaned against one of the display cases. Listening to her darling Rumple arranging the tea things, Belle thought of that dreaded cane and how lovingly he would stroke the handle. She simultaneously wanted to break it in a fit of anger or be that cane.
She was jostled out of delicious thoughts of Rumple running his hands teasingly up her thighs by his return. She smiled at him as he made his way to her.
Setting down the tray, he looked at her so lovingly. “I hope you still like hot tea, I know how addicted you’ve become to the iced stuff.”
“Don’t worry, I do.” She took the cup he offered, and delicately sipped at the hot liquid. “Mmmm…it’s delicious.”
“Thanks, love.” He took a sip of his own, watching her over the rim.
Belle was happily warming her hands on the sides of the cup when she noticed he was stroking his cup. That cup needed to die.
“Why are you glaring daggers at my hands, dear?” She was caught.
“Uh… I was trying to remember if you had that cup back at the castle.” Was that a good cover up? Belle sure hoped so.
Rumpelstiltskin studied his cup, still stroking it Belle couldn‘t help but notice. “No, I think this is one Mr. Gold bought in this land.” Shrugging he turned his attention back to her. “Nothing special, just a green teacup, no chips.”
Belle’s jealously and anger at the piece of dishware was battered down by his sweet smile, the one only reserved for her. “Every cup needs some personality.”
He reached over to touch her cheek, but stopped halfway. He settled for, once again, stroking the cup.
Trying to distract herself from the cup’s luck she asked, “How has your day been?
Rumple cleared his throat, “The usual, people flutter in and out, asking my advice with this, or help with that.”
“Hmm.” Belle quickly drained her cup of tea, wincing at the slight burn. She needed to get out of here or she was going to smash that damn cup and demand her true love fondle her. “I should be going, I’m going through the “outdated” books tomorrow. I need to get up early, the pile’s rather large.”
Rumpelstiltskin nodded. “Alright, love. Maybe I’ll stop by the library sometime tomorrow?”
“I would love it if you did.” She hurried to where he was behind the counter for a hug. Belle wrapped her arms around her love and held on.
Rumple gave her a squeeze around the middle, and, to her surprise, lightly ran his hand down her behind.
She pulled back to look at his face, but the irritating man gave no sign he did anything.
He planted a kiss on her forehead before removing his arms from around her and grabbing his cane.
Belle’s eyes darted down to his hand where he was rubbing the gold piece with his thumb. Oh, the areas of her body he could touch like that. She quickly looked back to his face and she could’ve swore she saw a smirk.
She moved away from him toward the door. “Bye Rum.”
“Bye dear.” He watched her go with a smile on his face.
With one last look at the man who had her heart, she watched as he ran his hands over the glass on the counter. Belle felt hot jealously lick her insides again. Quickly shutting the door she moved at a fast pace toward her apartment.
All objects that came into his reach that wasn’t her could go to hell.
As soon as Belle entered her apartment, she wrenched her shoes off and threw them. They hit the wall with a loud thud, but she didn’t care.
She was so fucking angry. Angry at herself, at Rumple, and at every damn thing the man has touched.
Is it so hard for the bastard to act like he wants her?
With a frustrated groan, Belle stomped off to her bedroom. Hoping to get some sleep, she crawled into bed, fully clothed. Not like it mattered, no one wanted to share her bed with her, so she was going to fall asleep in the same clothes she wore all day.
“I hate teacups, cane handles, ketchup bottles, pens, and Rumpelstiltskin and his hands.” Belle grumbled with her face buried in her pillow fighting the tears prickling her eyes. “Stupid sexy asshole with his sexy hands.”
She hoped to anyone listening, she would not dream of him tonight. Of course her pleas went unheard.
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The mid-afternoon sun filtered in through the newspaper on the windows of the library, casting beams of light on the piles of books everywhere.
The sweet librarian was in the middle of them, supposedly going through them for outdated information, but she was distracted. Belle had a book open in front of her, happily reading it from cover to cover.
She had been up at the crack of dawn, but because of her love of books, she had trouble putting them down after skimming through them so she hadn‘t got very far. Most of the fictional books she saved to read later, but the non-fictional informative books were fascinating.
Belle happily read about all types of animals, cars, and something called a plane. The one now was on aquatic sea creatures.
She was so absorbed in her reading, no surprise there; she didn’t hear the knock on the front doors. The knocking turned into rapping before she noticed.
Jerking her head up, Belle looked for the source of the noise. Seeing the doors rattling, she shut her book and set it gently down on the table.
She hurried over to the doors, “I’m coming, hold on!” She brushed some dust off of her dress, and pushed a few stray locks of hair behind her ears.
Belle pulled open the doors a crack to see who it was. The rehearsed line about the library not being open yet died on her lips when she spotted her true love. “Hello, Rum.”
She opened the door fully to let him in. Noticing the plastic bag and the little cardboard drink carrier thing, that Belle couldn’t think of the name for, he was carrying she asked, “What’s that?”
“It’s lunch, love.” Rumpelstiltskin smiled at her, a smile full of love. She just about melted. “Could you take the drinks for me? It’s hard with the cane.”
“Of course.” Belle took it from him and led him over the circulation desk, the only available surface at the moment.
Sitting down their food, he turned to admire the library. “How’s it going?” Rumple eyed the nearest book tower as if expecting it to tumble down.
“It’s going alright.” Her face flushed and she looked down at the floor. “I tend to…um…get a bit distracted by all of the books, and the information in them.”
Rumple leaned against the desk so he could use both hands as he started unpacking the bag, pulling out plastic utensils and napkins. “That doesn’t surprise me about you, my love. You were like that at the Dark Castle if I remember correctly. Had trouble doing the cleaning when you found my books.” His smile was so full of adoration, Belle wanted to cover him in kisses.
He pulled out a handful of little packets she had never seen before. “I’m surprised you didn’t fire me.” Belle giggled but saw the sad look on his face. Oh. Quickly changing the subject, “What are those?”
Rumpelstiltskin handed her one of the packets so she could have a good look. “Ketchup. It’s comes in many forms, this one best for take out.”
Perplexed, she turned it over and over in her hands. “What’s take out?”
Pulling out two white containers, he said, “Take out is where you order something at a restaurant but eat it elsewhere.”
“Oh.” That was so obvious she felt embarrassed. Not wanting to look like a simpleton, she said the first thing that came to mind. “Did you know the male seahorse is the one to carry the babies not the female?”
The all powerful Dark One stopped in the process of checking which hamburger was which to look at his darling Belle, astonished. “Uh…yes dear….I knew that.”
Belle, feeling more embarrassed than before, started babbling. “I’m sorry, I just felt so stupid for not knowing what take out is and you’re so handsome it throws me off.” Taking a deep breath she continued. “So I just said the first intelligent thing I could think of. I was reading about aquatic creatures before you came in so that stuck out. And your hands do crazy things to my body and-
Delicious lips were pressed to hers, effectively shutting her up. She dug her fingers into his hair, holding him closer. His hands, his glorious hands, slid down her sides to curl around her hips. Belle whimpered when he pressed himself closer to her front, her breast crushed against his chest, his injured leg leaning against both of hers.
She was so lost in their kiss, she didn’t realize he was trying to pull away until he gently pushed her back by the shoulders. Belle could not fathom why he stopped. Belle outright pouted when Rumpelstiltskin turned back to the food. “We should eat before it gets cold.” His husky voice sent tremors down her spine.
He put a few of the ketchup packets beside her french fries before handing her the container. A set of utensils, two napkins, and her cup of iced tea followed.
“Thank you, love.” Belle made to sit down at the chair behind the desk, but she realized he would need one too.
She hastened to retrieve him the chair she had been using before he came in. “I was getting ready to ask if you wanted to sit on my lap since there‘s only one chair.” He chuckled before sitting down beside her chair, pulling his container close to him along with his coffee cup.
Belle stopped in her tracks. She would love to sit in his lap and enjoy a meal, ached for it actually. This man really had no idea what he did to her, or did he?
She could’ve swore she saw a smirk before he hid it by popping a ketchup-covered fry into his mouth. Glaring suspiciously at the former imp, she took her spot next to him, happily devouring her food.
The couple ate in a comfortable silence, occasionally stealing shy, loving glances at one another. This was much better than trying to eat at the diner, no overly protective, good hearted establishment owners, no disapproving looks, and certainly no interrupting queens .
Belle pouted slightly as she finished her last french fry even though she still had a little bit of ketchup left. Not wanting to waste it, she chanced a look at Rumpelstiltskin’s food, intending to snag a fry or two, but stopped her quest when she spotted his hands. One was on the top of his cane, stroking it with his thumb and the other was curled around his coffee cup, and he was stroking that too.
‘Oh my gods, I’m going to jump him if he doesn’t stop, or destroy those two objects.’ She thought to herself as she stared longingly at him. Knowing he wouldn’t do anything, and knowing she had no idea how to word what she wanted properly, the frustrated beauty turned back to her food. She tried desperately to ignore him.
Belle was just about to finish the last of her burger when her companion’s hand moved under her dress to rest on her thigh. Her eyes dropped down to the lump on her leg under the skirt of her dress his hand made before looking up at him.
“What are you doing?” Belle silently cursed herself for her breathless tone.
Rumple’s smirk turned into a naughty grin as he started running his hand up and down her leg, his fingers brushing the edge of her panties. “Do you really think I haven’t noticed the jealous looks you give anything I hold or stroke, my darling?” His accent curled around every word deliciously.
Her breathe sped up until she was panting. Of course he knew, the man knew everything. Bastard.
“I find it adorable and amusing that you would feel that way.” Rumpelstiltskin leaned over and lightly kissed her cheek, never stopping his stroking of her thigh. “What I want to know is why you feel that way?”
Belle licked her lips, trying to concentrate on the question instead of the hand doing wicked things to her body. “I’ve been locked up so long without human contact, and I do find you attractive.” She whimpered when Rumple lightly ran a finger along the crease of her thigh. “I’ve wanted you to touch me as soon as I remembered you, but you were such a gentleman.”
“Mmmm…I see.” Rumpelstiltskin trailed hot kisses down the side of her throat. She could tell he was trying to control his anger. Her imprisonment was still a sore spot for the both of them. “So, why was our cup, my cane, and the cup from last night getting an angry stare?”
She ran her fingers through her love’s hair, holding him to her neck. “I wanted your hands to touch me that way. The ketchup bottle at the diner got the same treatment.” Belle bit her lip hard when his fingers dipped past the elastic of her underwear.
“Why didn’t you just ask, sweetheart?” Rumple pulled his face from her neck to look at her. Her cheeks turned rather red at his stare. How could this man make her feel both embarrassed and sexy at the same time?
She looked down shyly at her lap; his hand had moved down to rub the back of her knee. Belle was a little surprised at how that turned her on. “I didn’t know how to put into words what I wanted, I was never taught that sort of thing, and even here I don’t really know the names for that.”
He leaned forward and captured her lips in a hot, searing kiss. He pulled away before it could be deepened, and Belle pouted at him. “How about I teach you some words for this activity?”
Rumple’s hand slid back up to rub the wet spot on her panties. She gasped and rocked her hips against his hand. “Yes!”
He chuckled and rubbed a little harder. “Was that yes an answer to my question, or a response to what I was doing to you?” His smug grin was hard to miss.
Belle whimpered, “Both.” She gasped in shock when her true love pulled his hand out from between her legs. In fact he pulled away completely. “Wha-”
She was interrupted by Rumpelstiltskin pulling her out of her chair. “Hop on the desk, beautiful, and let me educate you.”
Belle was nervous, her face flushed, she was twisting her fingers together in front of her. “You want to do this here?”
“Of course.” Rumple stroked her stomach through her dress just the way he stroked the gold handle of his cane. “The desk is the perfect height for all of the delicious things I plan to do to you.”
She gulped and clenched her thighs, feeling a fresh wave of arousal hit that drenched her panties.
“Like what?,” Belle asked before hopping up on the piece of furniture.
“Things that will make you scream my name so loud you’ll be hoarse till next week.” Rumpelstiltskin’s gravelly voice made his darling love moan. “Things that will cause you to have so many orgasms you’ll lose count of them.”
Belle was trembling, either from nerves or excitement she couldn’t say. She did know she wanted out of her dress, it was sticking to her back with sweat. “Sounds fun.”
Rumple made a sound of approval, before stepping in front of her. He nudged her legs apart so could stand between them and get closer to her, supporting his bum knee by resting his hands on the desk. “Kissing, French kissing, fondling your breasts, and oral sex, I think are in order.”
“I know about kissing. Not sure about the others though.” She ran her shaky fingers through his hair. “How’s your knee?”
“I know you know about kissing, quite good at it actually.” He adjusted his bad leg, trying to stand at a good angle. “My knee will be fine. I’ll be sitting down for most of this anyway.”
Rumpelstiltskin captured her lips in a searing kiss. Kissing him was mind blowing. He slanted his lips over hers, and swiped at the seam with his tongue.
She giggled at the ticklish sensation, but Belle didn’t open her mouth.
“Open your mouth for me, love.” He whispered against her lips. He licked them again, and she opened them.
Rumple slipped his tongue inside, exploring her mouth. He ran it along every area of her mouth, never missing a spot.
Belle gasped, she’d never felt anything like that. She lovingly rubbed her tongue against his, earning a groan.
Her legs tightened around his waist as his tongue brushed the roof of her mouth. Their tongues curled together like the rest of their bodies, like they never wanted to let the other go.
Rumple pulled away first, he needed to catch his breath. Panting he said, “That was a French kiss.”
Belle breathed deep, touching her swollen lips. “I like those.” She pointed to his chin, “You got a little spit there.”
Picking up a napkin he wiped it away. “This type of kissing is a bit messy. You have some on you too.” He leaned forward and cleaned her chin for her.
“Thanks. You said fondling my breast was next, right?” At his nod, Belle tugged on the front of her dress. “This needs to go then.”
Rumpelstiltskin moaned in appreciation. “Can’t fully give my attention to your breasts if you don’t, my love.”
He helped her unzip it from the back, the fabric pooled around her waist. Her breasts were encased in a black silky bra, the dark color a contrast to her lovely pale skin.
He hesitantly reached a hand out to cup one of her breasts. Before he made contact, he looked at her face, waiting for her consent.
She nodded her head at him, smiling at his need to ask. Belle stared in fascination as his hand cupped one. Her true love was finally touching her, and it felt amazing.
Rumple rubbed his fingers against her almost shyly, like he was waiting for her to tell him to stop. He seemed rather shocked she was letting him touch her so intimately.
Belle felt him move again causing something hard in his pants to rub against her thigh. She, of course, knew men were different than woman, she wasn’t that sheltered. That meant that hard object was his… Oh!
She lightly moved her leg across the area, earning a groan. “Please, don’t love. I’m barley hanging on as it is.” He shifted his lower body away.
She didn’t hide her smug grin, not at all. Feeling him move again, she had to ask, “Are you alright, Rum?”
Rumple cleared his throat. “I’m fine, Belle.” He ran his hands down her sides, and over her stomach. He made his way up her back, fingering the clasp of her bra. “Please?”
“Yes.” Belle hissed. As her bra came undone she tossed it behind her. “Not to small?”
Rumpelstiltskin stared unabashed at her chest. “Perfect. You will always be perfect to me, my Belle. No matter what.” He whispered before leaning down to take a nipple between his lips.
She arched her back, digging her nails into his hair. “Oh gods, Rum!”
He brought his hand up to touch her neglected breast. He ran his thumb over her hard nipple, eliciting a moan from Belle. He suckled, and licked at the one between his lips.
Rumple let her nipple go in favor of kissing and licking all over one breast and then the other.
Belle whimpered and wiggled against him. “Oh Rum, that feels so good.” She moaned scrapping her nails along his scalp.
He trailed his lips from her breasts, to her collarbone, there he gently bit before soothing the area with licks.
“Rum, please. I need you to touch me.” She was so breathless, this was all she ever wanted.
Rumple sweet lips glided up her neck, he pulled a bit of skin in between his teeth, sucking.
Belle keened, digging her nails into his back, while she cradled his head with the other hand. Everything he was doing to her was sending delicious aches to her core.
Rumpelstiltskin nipped the spot he was working, causing his Belle to gasp. He soothed the stinging flesh with drags of his lower lip. He pulled away to check his progress, a large purple bruise rested smack dab in the middle of her neck. “Mmm. Lovely.” He kissed her cheek. “That is how you create a love bite.”
“This is exactly what I’ve been wanting.” She panted out, her ecstasy overwhelming her.
He brushed her bangs from her sweaty forehead. “I’ll admit, love. I just didn’t have the courage to even think of touching you. But when you told me to be brave, I knew I had to be the one that was forward. You did with our first kiss, it seemed fair.”
Belle pressed her lips to his. “I love you, Rumpelstiltskin.” She ran her fingers trough his hair. She never thought she would love the imp, who only wanted her as a caretaker all those years ago.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “Take this off?” Rumple tugged on the hem of her dress.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “For “oral sex“, right?” The meaning of the words suddenly made sense to her. Blushing a deep red, she said, “You want to you use your mouth on me there?”
Rumpelstiltskin’s cocky attitude deflated, he now looked unsure of himself. “If you want. I mean, I would like to try it, and if you want to stop, I will.”
Belle wasn’t really sure if she wanted this or not, but she trusted her true love with her life. If he wanted to do this, she would be brave. For him, and their relationship. “Okay. I trust you. If I ask you to stop, you will?”
“Of course, Belle. I would never force you to do something you didn’t want.” He spoke with so much emotion, Belle could feel the tears well up in her eyes.
She didn’t say anything, just pushed her dress over her hips to the floor. The beauty did not cover herself, she wanted Rumple to look at her.
“Oh, my beautiful Belle.” He groaned, eyes feasting on every bit of flesh on display. His eyes traveled up from her dainty feet incased in burgundy heels, to her smooth legs, to the black lace panties resting low on her hips. “Perfect.”
Belle bashfully tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. No one had ever looked at her like that before, like he wanted to devour every last inch of her.
Rumpelstiltskin pulled the chair he had been sitting in closer to the desk. “Lay back, my love.”
She did as he asked, laying flat on the desk, with her legs dangling over the edge. She watched between her breasts as he sat down in the chair. She was nervous, but also rather excited.
“Put your heels in the handles of the drawers, so your legs won’t fall asleep.” His eyes never left that scrap of fabric she dared called panties.
Belle, with Rumple’s help, hooked her heels in, spreading her legs wider for him. “Now what?” She asked breathlessly, watching him.
He kissed his way up her legs, licking her kneecaps, and nibbled her thighs. He groaned when he encountered her wetness on her thighs.
Her back arched on its own accord. “Oh gods!” She shrieked when he lapped at the stickiness on her thighs. She gripped the edge of the desk next to her head for dear life.
Rumple looped his arms around her hips, holding her in place. “You taste delicious, my Belle.” He rubbed his nose against her panties earning a whimper from the gorgeous woman spread out before him. “You smell wonderful too.” He gently tugged on her panties with his teeth. “Can I remove these?”
The fact he asked permission sent a jolt of arousal straight to the area between her legs. “Yes, please.” Belle pleaded, wanting his touch so very badly.
She watched in wonder as he pulled them down with just his mouth. She really didn’t think this man could be any sexier.
Rumpelstiltskin managed to get them to her knees before he concluded he couldn’t remove them any further. “Sorry, love. I’ll fix them later.” He told her before ripping them, and tossing them on the floor.
Belle moaned, watching Rumpelstiltskin rip her panties off of her nearly made her orgasm.
He was admiring her nether regions in awe. She wished she could snap her legs shut, but she decided to relax. She was enjoying this quite a lot.
“So beautiful.” Rumple swiped a finger along her lips, causing his love to twitch. Staring at the amount of moisture on the digit, he said, “You’re so wet for me.” He sounded like didn’t believe he deserved it.
“I told you I found you attractive, didn’t I?” Belle’s voice was husky. “Rum!” She squealed when he combed his fingers through her curls. This man was going to be the death of her.
Bell felt the satisfied smirk against her lips as he kissed them. She keened and arched her back, her shoulders and ass the only things on the polished surface of the desk.
Rumple’s tongue separated her folds with a long lick. His moan sent a delicious sensation through her.
She clenched her eyes shut, and bit her lip to keep from screaming. When he did it again, one of her hands released the desk to clench in his hair. Belle never wanted him to stop.
The tales said The Dark One had a talented tongue for words, but did anyone realize his tongue could do this?
She rocked her hips when he lightly touched the tip to the nub beneath her curls Belle herself had only accidentally touched.
Rumple pinned her hips down with his hands. “No need for a broken nose, would kill the moment.” His lips and cheeks were smeared with her juices, and she knew there was nowhere else he would rather be, nothing he would rather be doing. He just wanted to pleasure her.
He lightly poked her clit again, making Belle gasp and curl her toes, not in easy feat in shoes. He lapped at her with a steady pace, dipping his tongue inside her every few licks.
Belle thrashed around on the desk, arching, moaning, and screaming his name. All thoughts of stopping him long gone. This was the most wonderful feeling in the world, and she was happy she got to experience this with him.
Rumpelstiltskin sucked hard on her clit, hurling her over the edge. “RUM!” She shrieked, every muscle in her body tense.
Every nerve ending was humming, and she never wanted it to stop.
He lovingly licked away the new rush of wetness her orgasm caused, being careful to avoid her clit, not wanting her to be over-stimulated.
She was a sweaty, limp, satisfied pile of woman sprawled out on top of the desk. “See why people enjoy sex so much.” Belle groaned, trying to regain feeling back in her limbs. “Wow.”
“Thank you, dear.” He placed a kiss on her thigh. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“What?!” She stared at him still sitting happily between her legs, astonished.
“Why yes. I haven’t given you enough orgasms to lose count yet, have I?” He locked eyes with her, smiling his mischievous smile that only meant trouble.
“Well no, but I don’t know if I can handle anymore.” His beauty whimpered, her limbs were still quivering after all. “At least let me rest a few.”
“That’s a hard request seeing as where I’m sitting.” Rumple stroked his fingers down her lips. “So much delicious flesh begging to be loved.” He growled.
Belle’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. This man was too sexy for her own good. “Do with me as you wish.”
He caressed his way up her thighs from her calves, the sensation driving her mad. She was right to be jealous of anything he touched, his hands were magnificent. “Be careful with your words, my love. I might take that as incentive to never let you out of my bed.”
Rumpelstiltskin eased his finger inside her, her muscles contracted hard around the digit. “Oh gods, Rum! Oh.” Belle cried, digging her nails into the wood next to her hips.
He worked his finger in and out of her, paying close attention to the spots that caused her to keen and arch her back. He added a second a finger, hitting a place inside his Belle that caused her to scream, “There! Please!”
She hung on tightly to the desk as she came again. So much harder this time. She had a brief worry that she would break Rumple’s fingers. The feeling of complete and utter satisfaction washed all of those thoughts out of her mind.
Belle took a little longer to come around the second time, but when she did she had the biggest smile on her face. “You deserve another wow.” Her voice was hoarse from the screaming.
Kissing her knee, Rumple said, “I think that might be enough for today. Don’t want you to pass out on me.” She could feel his cocky grin against her skin.
She continued to stare at the ceiling. “Hmm.” She grunted. “I think your right. I can barely feel my legs after that.”
Rumpelstiltskin helped her tug her heels free, gently lowering her aching legs. He helped his love sit up, her weak muscles not much help.
Belle wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. Her eyes dropped to a wet spot on Rumple’s pants, his zipper was undone. Ever the inquisitive one, she asked, “Is that where you, you know?”
“Came? Yes, I did.” Rumple made sure he was tucked away properly before zipping up. “I didn’t have much of choice with you being as sexy as you are.”
Belle blushed, she hopped off the desk, but her legs gave out on her. Luckily her true love was there to catch her before she hit the floor.
“Whoa there, love.” Rumple gently guided her onto his lap. “I’m trying not to take that as a compliment.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs stretched out over the side. “I’m not hurting your leg, am I?”
He tugged on her waist, drawing her further up his body. “Right there is perfect.” He kissed the top of her head, holding her close.
Belle rested her head against his neck. “I guess it was kind of stupid of me to be so jealous, huh?”
Rumpelstiltskin rubbed her smooth back. “Just little, love. But just know, you are the only object, person really, I want to stroke.” He whispered into her hair.
She kissed his neck, giggling.
“Be warned, I plan to touch objects in your presence just to get you hot and bothered.” He grinned devilishly.
Belle gasped, “You bastard!” Seeing his grin, she lightly punched him. “But I do love you.”
Rumple’s grin turned into a sweet smile. “I love you too, my Belle.”
Snuggling back up to him, she closed her eyes. Oh yes, dates at the diner would so much more fun now.