“Oh, fuck!” I cried out.
She pulled her hand back.
“I’m sorry!”
“Oh, fuck no, Rumple…baby…” I wrapped my arm back around her, and I brought her closer to me. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh…”
I glanced up at her and gave her a half-smile before latching on to her other nipple and listening to her moan as she reached back down and palmed me through my lounge pants.
“Jesus,” she murmured.
“What?” I mumbled against her breast.
“You’re…big…”
Well, there wasn’t any stopping a smile crossing my face from that comment. I let go of the n
ipple that had been occupying my attention and slowly kissed and licked my way around her breast and then up to her neck. I nibbled at the hollow at the base of her throat and tried not to completely lose it when her little fingers wrapped around my cock and slowly moved up and down.
“That feels so fucking good,” I told her. I moved one hand around to cup and massage her tit while my lips took the rest of the trek up to her mouth. Our tongues touched and moved against each other’s as I tried not to buck my hips into her hand too much.
“You like it?” she said quietly with my tongue still in her mouth.
“Mmhmm,” I moaned back at her. I kept kissing her, and she moved her deft little fingers up and down my shaft. When she got to the tip, I moaned in protest as I felt her hand move back to the top of my pants. My complaint was short-lived, because a second later, she was sliding her hand under the waistband, and I could feel her warm fingers on my flesh.
I rolled onto my back, bringing her with me so I didn’t have to stop kissing her. She was still on her side next to me, bent over my head with her mouth locked to mine and her hand still down my pants.
“Take them off?” she whispered.
I wasn’t entirely sure if it was a question or a command, but I wasn’t about to ask. I reached down and pushed the lounge pants off my hips and then looked down to see her hand still wrapped around me.
“Oh fuck, Rumple,” I mumbled. “That looks so good.”
“Show me how you like it,” she said.
I reached down and placed my hand over hers, moving along with her, but still letting her drive my stick.
What? She said she could drive a manual!
I moved her hand up and over my head, showing her how to palm the tip before running back down. Her fingers wrapped around a little tighter at the base, holding me perfectly as she slid her hand back up. I arched my back a little and yelled out again.
“Oh fuck, yes!”
“You really like it?” she asked again.
“Baby, it’s awesome,” I told her. I reached up and put my hand on the back of her head, bringing her back down so I could kiss her some more. She smiled against my lips, and her hand started moving a little faster.
I didn’t know if it was just because I hadn’t gotten off much lately, or because it was Rumple’s hand wrapped around my cock, but the building release came up on me quickly.
“Fuck…baby…” I moaned again. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
She didn’t stop.
My thighs tensed, followed by my glutes. My hips lifted off the mattress and the sensations ran up from my toes and down from my abs, met in the middle and intensified. I’m pretty sure I screamed as my balls tightened, and the waves of pleasure exploded down and out my cock, covering her hand and my stomach.
Shakespeare definitely would have referred to me as a “mountain of mad flesh” at that point. Somehow, I had never felt such release.