z
zeldathemes
Never trust free fruit
You say you see heaven, i see hell but want to try
Ru - 20 - British - writer - law and politics student - Christian - lefty liberal - feminist - demi-bisexual - fangirl - bookworm - gamer -Whovian - Water Tribe - Ravenclaw - King's Musketeer - Dearie - Rumbelle War Veteran - Swanfire - Doctor/Rose - Jeff/Annie - Annamis

Lover of things small, dark, quiet and messy
Time of Day: Pegging

Anonymous

This was certainly a first for me, so I hope it works for you anon!

NC-17 AND NSFW YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED





"You mind if I try something?" Belle asked, as she sat up and settled herself more firmly on Gold’s thighs, her knees on either side, straddling him. They were in her bed - her dad had deliveries to run and meetings until seven, they were safe for another four hours at least - and resting after their second go-around of the afternoon.

He gave a little laugh, “Give me a second, love,” he said, “some of us need to catch our breath.”

She gave him a critical look, and then wriggled down very deliberately on his recently-spent cock, pressing her wetness against him. He gave a little shudder, and twitched, and she giggled, “A whole second?” she teased, “That long?”

"You know how to flatter, dearie," he smirked, suggestively. “What kind of thing?"

"You’ll see," she said, trying to sound mysterious, "you should like it though. You trust me, right?"

It was a loaded question: Valentine’s Day had only been two weeks ago, and trust - and love, and togetherness, and the future - were difficult concepts these days.

"Of course I do," he said, instantly, and then shrugged, "you trust me in these matters, after all. Same courtesy applies."

"Okay," she nodded, "well, you’ll have to tell me to stop if you want to."

"If you want to do something, I’m up for it," he promised, "anything goes beyond that, I’ll let you know."

"Good," she bit her lip once more, and then shifted down his legs, so she was lying on her stomach, her mouth level with his cock. "Lie still, then," she said, and took his length in her hand, stroking softly at first, and then harder, trying to reawaken the desire so recently spent. It only took a minute or two of her patient pumps and twists of her wrist to have him bucking slightly into her palm; he shuddered all over when she slipped the darkened head between her lips, and started to suck.

"Belle…" he groaned, and she knew she was doing something right. He needed to be as far gone as possible for this to work right, she thought: his new ideas always worked best when she was already desperate, at least.

She pressed one more hot, open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, and then reached under the bed and retrieved the box Ruby had given her for her birthday, and the bottle of lube she’d bought from the drug store a few days back.

She started by coating two of her fingers in the slippery stuff, and then coaxing him to spread his legs so she could get as good an angle as possible. Her index finger pressed against the entrance to his body, and he started, looking up at her with wide, stunned eyes, “Belle?”

She looked at him with a reassuring smile, “It’s okay, I’ve read about it, I know what I’m doing. Just relax for me, okay?”

He nodded, shakily - he trusted her, and that was a hell of a thing: he trusted her!

Frowning in concentration, she pressed her finger harder until it slid into him, the lube making her way easier. He squirmed impatiently against her as she moved her finger in a slow circle, looking for the place her reading had said would make this worthwhile.

She knew when he’d found it, because he stiffened all over and let out a garbled cry that sounded a little like her name. She giggled, “Good?”

He stared at her, jaw slack and eyes wide, and nodded, “Yeah, um… you can do that again.”

She nodded, and did just that, pressing a little firmer and longer this time until he was shaking all over, “Fuck, Belle!”

She laughed again: it was strange and wonderful to have him so completely at her mercy, without being clouded by need for her own release. She slid another slippery finger in to join the first, and tried moving them a little against his sensitive places, stimulating him. Gold howled in pleasure, his hands white-knuckled claws against her old pink bedspread, his head thrown back and tendons straining in his neck.

Satisfied, Belle removed her fingers and coated the vibrator in the same lube, using it as liberally as she could. She placed it at his puckered opening and pushed inside, and he was shaking again, his hips bucking as her free hand went back to pumping his straining cock, trying to make this as good for him as possible. She knew when she’d hit his prostate again because he moaned, low and helpless and perfect, before yelling at the top of his lungs when she turned it onto the middle setting and it started to vibrate inside him.

“Belle!” he cried, his hips bucking helplessly as she kissed the head of his dick again and watched as he came completely undone, shaking and writhing all over with the waves of pleasure coming from the vibrator in his arse, the most delicious little noises spilling from his lips.

It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and she couldn’t help it: she climbed back up to straddle his hips, and sheathed him inside her in one long thrust, so he was bucking helplessly inside her and she rode every wave with him, her whimpers and small cries mixing with his yelps and groans.

She hadn’t realised how worked up she was getting, too lost in trying to make this work for him. His hands came to grab her hips, so hard she’d have bruises in the morning, forcing himself hard into her as she sank down to meet his every thrust. All it took was his eyes on her, and her own hands, one stroking her clit in time with his deep, arythmic thrusts inside her, the other pinching and rolling her nipple, to send her careening over the edge, and dragging him with her.

He made a noise like an animal in pain as he came, surging up balls-deep inside her, his teeth gritted and every muscle tensing until he looked like he might snap entirely.

Belle took pity on him and turned the vibrator off as he came down, sliding it out of his body and leaning down for a hot, slow kiss as she wrapped herself around him.

“That okay?” she asked, a little worried when he didn’t say anything, his arm around her a little looser than usual. This was the only time he ever held her, right after the act, and she didn’t like giving up that rare, firm closeness for any reason.

“Yeah,” he nodded, letting go of a shaky breath and smiling down at her, “We can, um, we can do that again.”

She laughed delightedly, and pressed a softer kiss to his lips.

  #rumbelle    #time of day verse    #smutty smut smut smut    #like woah