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Rafael has his head in his hands. He often has his head in his hands when he and Pablo talk about the new farmer, Belle.
“Listen you’ve been the perfect gentlemen, you’ve laid all the groundwork.” Pablo says. It's the middle of the workday, and Pablo is loudly speculating on his brother's sex life. “Now it’s time to come in for the kill!”
Rafael pauses, torn between annoyed and embarrassed. He knows his brother means well, but that doesn’t mean he can be creepy.
“... That’s a really weird way to put that.” Rafael settles on.
“Okay yeah it was, I need to take it down a notch. But you know what I mean.” Pablo concedes. Pablo saunters over to the forge, where Rafael is actually working. “You literally took her hiking, brought a tent, made a picnic… and all you did was kiss.”
“Pablo, you're being creepy.” Rafael says sternly. He has been dealing with Pablo’s bullshit for years, and feels comfortable telling him when he’s being weird.
“No, you’re missing an opportunity here. What is it? Do you want to wait until your wedding night?” Pablo asks. He pulls up a stool next to Rafael. That’s something Rafael admires about his brother, is his ability to always look comfortable. Rafael can barely relax alone in his own bed trying to sleep.
Rafael considers for a moment if that is what he’s waiting for.
“No - no it’s not that, I just -”
“Just what? Want it to be perfect? You make it perfect every single time you go on a date! The bath house… The tent in the woods… Sneaking off to a private little alcove by the lake…”
“Listen, firstly it’s weird to have… it’s weird to do that outside.” Rafael says. “And secondly I’m waiting till the moment feels right. Right now things are sweet and slow and that’s all I need. Why rush things?”
Pablo pauses, a rare look of self-reflection crosses his face. “That’s a good point. I’m sorry, brother. I know I can be pushy. You’re a great guy and I want to see you get the world. You know?”
“Plus like… I would not know what to say.”
Pablo grins like the devil, stands up, and wraps his arm around Rafael. Rafael has to set down his hammer because he doesn’t want to burn his brother, and briefly is shocked that a blacksmith would move so recklessly a few feet from the forge. His brother wraps one arm around him and gestures wildly with his other arm.
“Welcome to Pablo’s school of love, starting with wooing a girl 101.”
“I think I’ve wooed her plenty, I mean we’re talking about marriage.” Rafael says with an eye roll, before cringing at his own reveal. He feels his brother's arm tighten around his shoulder.
“Brother you need to tell me these things! You are far overdue for Pablo’s school of love!” Pablo pulls away and returns to his stool, and Rafael picks back up his hammer. He’s only half listening, and figures if he can get his work done while his brother is ranting and raving then at least something productive would come of it. Not to mention this is Belle's watering can, so Rafael wants to do an extra good job upgrading it. Not that he would do a subpar job for someone he didn’t want to sleep with - Oh my god, Rafael thinks to himself, I’m as bad as Pablo.
“Okay, okay, okay, lesson 1. Set the mood. You’re already excellent at going on those cute dates, eh? You have a cute date scheduled for tonight isn’t that right?” Pablo asks eagerly.
“Yeah, we’re going to the hot springs.” Rafael says, his cheeks are warm both from the conversation and the heat of the forge. “What are you going to do when a customer walks in by the way?”
“Baaah, this is far more important, this is your future we’re talking about here.” Pablo says, “So that is an excellent start, very romantic. Next up to set the mood is conversation. You need to tell her she’s beautiful and tell her you love her and tell her she means the world to you.”
Rafael pauses his hammering, “I do that pretty much every date.”
Pablo grins. “Hey, see! You always think you’re so bad with words but brother you’re already doing great. In that case, bring out all you’ve got, make her feel like the most special girl in the world.”
Rafael is growing more awkward by the second, but can’t deny that it’s nice to get romance advice from someone he trusts. And his brother is the only person in the world he would trust.
“Then next, you just ask her.” Pablo says with a shrug.
“What? That’s it?” Rafael says. “Your grand plan is to do everything I’d normally do on a date then ask her if she wants to - you know…”
“But do it with confidence brother, you won’t get very far asking if she wants to do ‘you know what’.” Pablo says. Then he pauses, “You are ready right? Like you feel prepared and everything. I don’t want you to feel like there is any pressure.”
Rafael chuckles that Pablo would be concerned about pressure after ‘Pablo’s school of love’. “No no - I mean I do want to. Hold on Pablo you know I’ve done this before right?”
“What?”
“Yeah like - this isn’t my first time.”
“And you didn’t tell your brother?” Pablo says in utter shock.
“Well I happen to know it’s weird to rant to your brother about my private affairs, unlike some people.” Rafael very rarely gets to shock his brother. He laughs, and is only slightly offended that Pablo assumed he was a virgin.
Pablo claps his brother on the back.
“In that case if you’re ready, if you want it, and you clearly know what to do, what’s holding you back brother?”
“Well the first time I did it… Well the girl really took the lead. Made it a lot easier.”
“Something tells me Belle will take the lead.”
Rafael finds Belle prying her pickaxe out of a boulder at least ten times her size. This rock would be obscene for even him to break, and she’s half his size. She’s covered in sweat and looks a little bit wobbly, but she still smiles when she sees him.
“Hold on hold on hold on I just -”
Belle reels back her pickaxe and strikes again, this time shattering the rock into what must be thirty small pieces.
“Whew!” Belle says as she begins picking up all of the pieces and putting them into a wheelbarrow. “Sorry Rafael, I’m having kind of a busy day if you can’t tell. Mind helping me clean up my mess?”
Rafael laughs, and can only imagine what a busy day would look like to Belle. To him a busy day is more than five customers wanting new tools at the shop, for Belle that could look like literally anything. She could have cast a magic spell or communed with a Goddess for all he knows.
She looks beautiful today.
Rafael realizes he has been staring for an uncomfortable amount of time and quickly gets his brain into gear.
“Oh yeah! Yeah of course…”
Rafael begins loading rocks into the wheelbarrow. They’re heavy, even for someone as strong as him. He looks up to see Belle balancing three in her arms. He is in awe every single time he sees her work. How can one person be capable of so much?
“Whew! That should be it. Let me dump these in my crate real quick and then I’m ready. Want a bite to eat before we hit the hot spring? We could make some sashimi, I caught some good salmon today.”
Rafael blushes, Belle knows everything about him. From his fears to his antidepressants to his favorite foods. She knows him better than Pablo by now.
“Yeah I would love that.”
“Plus that would give me the chance to shower off real quick before the springs, I am extremely dirty.” Belle says with a laugh. Something else Rafael admires about her, every time she laughs she laughs with her entire body.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
It’s approaching eight at night, and the autumn air is chilly. When Rafael opens Belle's house, the fireplace is already roaring, something is simmering on the stove, Geddy the dog runs right up to greet him. Geddy tries to jump up to get pets but he’s so short he barely reaches Rafael’s knee. There’s a smell like something is burning…
“Good dog… Good dog.” Rafael says as he bends down to pet the funny looking little creature.
“Ah shit I - hold on.” Belle says darting into the kitchen. She frantically takes the simmering pot off the burner. She takes the lid off and a plume of smoke erupts out of the pot. “Whoops whoops whoops I was - hold on hold on-”
She frantically turns off the stove and throws the pan into the sink. Rafael wonders if there’s anything he should do to help, but he’s used to Belle being a bit of a mess. I mean, how can one woman achieve so much every single day and not be a little bit scatterbrained? She’s missed
dates with him more than once after falling unconscious in the middle of her field. Still, his heart quickens with worry.
“I am so embarrassed right now, I was making lunch.”
“At eight at night?”
“No… At like noon.”
That sends Rafael’s heart into a worried gallop. “Oh my God, you need to be careful! Your house could’ve burned down or you could’ve gotten hurt!”
Rafael’s heart sinks with the thought of it. Although if her house did burn down she supposed he could stay with her if she needed to…
“I know I know -” That’s when Belle totally collapses.
Rafael feels like his heart stops as he sees her slump to the floor. But his body begins moving of its own accord, he sprints across the house to where she had been standing just a few seconds ago. He has to push Geddy gently out of the way as he’s already begun climbing on her to make sure she’s okay.
Rafael has always worried about Belle taking good enough care of herself. He scoops her up into his arms and picks her up off the ground. She’s limp but she’s moving.
“Are you okay, are you okay?” Rafael says as he shakes Belle gently while holding her against his chest.
“I’m okay, I’m sorry this is so silly -”
“It’s not silly at all you passed out!” Rafael says. Belle looks pale and weak in his arms. But she’s awake, that’s what’s important.
“This happens all the time.” Belle says with her eyes closed.
“Well firstly it sure shouldn’t. Secondly, how can I help? What do you need? Should I call Charles?”
“No, don’t bother Charles when he’s not working. I’m okay. Usually I just sleep wherever I drop until I’m strong enough to get home. I’m lucky this happened while I’m already home. Set me down and I can crawl over to the bed -”
“You are not crawling to the bed.”
“Good point, I really don’t want to get into bed while I’m this gross anyways. Maybe a shower then bed?” Belle suddenly opens her eyes and turns bright pink, “Oh my god, Raf I am so sorry this has happened on our date night. I am so embarrassed, you really can just set me down on the ground and go home I’ll get myself figured out like usual and I really really don’t want to put you out at all -”
“That’s nonsense, I’m already here and I’m not leaving you alone right after you pass out!” Rafael says, sure of himself. There’s very few things that make Rafael confident in his actions, but the love of his life collapsing to the ground is apparently one of them. “How about I run you a bath?”
Belle closes her eyes again and her head rolls into Rafael’s chest. He briefly hopes she’s too tired to hear how hard his heart is hammering. He doesn’t know the last time he’s been as scared as he was when he saw Belle fall. Or as nervous as he is now clutching her to his chest so intimately. He’s mostly just glad she’s safe.
Rafael walks into Belle's living room and gently sets her down on her couch, where she immediately begins snoring the second her head hits the pillow. Rafael chuckles.
He heads to her bathroom, this is the first time he’s ever been in her bathroom. His heart speeds a little, is he allowed in her bathroom? Is this rude?
Her bathroom is adorable with bottles of bubble bath and candles and plants everywhere. Just as cute as the rest of the house and just as cute as her.
A single thought keeps repeating in Rafael’s head, things sure would be easier on her if someone lived on the farm with her.
He begins running a hot bath and decides to add in a lavender bubble bath solution he found. He takes the liberty of lighting some candles. Whatever Belle did today that was so strenuous her body literally couldn’t tolerate it, he’s glad he’s here to take care of her afterwards.
Rafael waits while the bath runs and reckons with a totally new set of anxieties. What will he do while Belle takes a bath? Go home right? But he can’t possibly go home until Belle is safe in bed after she literally lost consciousness trying to make sashimi. The bath finishes running before Rafael can finish his anxiety spiral.
Rafael walks back to where Belle lies unconscious on the couch, but finds her watching him instead of sleeping. She smiles when he walks up to her. She’s always smiling. Rafael’s heart feels lighter seeing her smile.
“The bath is ready… umm…” Rafael says.
Belle reaches up and takes Rafael’s hand.
“Could you help me out? My legs are feeling pretty weak.” She asks.
Rafael feels his face flush and he hopes the light in the room is soft enough that she can’t see it, but he knows she probably can.
“Do you need me to umm… do you want me to er - umm-”
“Don’t worry, Raf. It’s okay.” She squeezes his hand gently. “I could definitely walk, but I really liked being carried. Would you carry me again?”
Rafael feels a warmth and shudders through his entire body. That was one of the cutest things he’s heard in his life. “I would love that.”
This time, picking her up is different. He isn’t powered by sheer adrenaline. This time he feels a little weirder and a little clumsier. He has to swallow down his nerves as he reaches his arms under Belle’s legs and behind her shoulders. Years of lifting metal and fighting monsters have prepared his body for picking up grown women like they’re feathers. He feels her warmth - feverish warmth which worries him a little bit - through his shirt. His arms wrap around her skin like a hug. She snuggles her head into his chest and he knows she can hear his heart pounding this time.
Too fast they get to the bathroom and Rafael is faced with his next extremely awkward situation.
“Do you er - want me to put you down now?”
“Not really but I guess you need to.” Belle says. “I can’t believe you added bubbles and lit candles, that’s so sweet.”
Rafael sets her standing on the ground. He pulls away slowly like she’s precariously balanced and a sudden move will knock her over.
“Okay I’ll see you - er - umm… I’ll be out -”
Belle puts her hand on his as he turns to leave.
“Stay.” She says.
Rafael swallows and feels his cheeks flush brighter. “Okay - if you want me to.”
Rafael still turns around immediately to face the door. “I’ll look away while you - you know.”
“You’re comfortable with this, Rafael?” Belle asks, keeping her hand on his forearm.
“Yes, just nervous. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Rafael says.
“Don’t worry, you won’t.” Belle says, “But if you want… I could use a little help with my clothes.”
Rafael turns around to see Belle stuck with her shirt half off and several buckles on her overalls stuck. Rafael immediately laughs and then feels guilty he laughed, until Belle starts laughing too.
The laugh causes her to stumble and she slumps backwards. Rafael quickly puts his hand behind her back keeping her from sliding backwards into the tub. She lands ungracefully on the lip of the bathtub.
“Please be careful - But yes, I’ll help.” Rafael’s voice shakes with nerves but his hands are deft. That’s something he can always count on, he’s good with his hands.
Rafael moves gently, like Belle is made of fragile porcelain, to unbuckle Belle's overalls from her. After they slump down onto her waist, he’s able to help her lift her shirt up over her head.
He dodges looking at her, he folds her shirt and sets it gently to the side. He then quickly slides her overalls down her legs, keeping his eyes glued to the ground the entire time.
He sits on the ground and pulls off her shoes and socks. He notices that her legs are covered in bruises and cuts and scrapes, probably from the last run she did in the mines or an accident while scuba diving. His fingers linger for just a second, willing the injuries to disappear under his touch. He then quickly glues his eyes back to the ground to not be rude.
“Rafael, could you help me with this too?”
Rafael is forced to look up and sees her thumbs hooked into her bra.
“Absolutely I can - I mean sure if that would help.”
Belle smirks at him.
He reaches his arms around her and can feel her breath on his neck as he finds the clasp and unlinks it. She holds the bra against her chest as she scoots forward a little bit to take off her underwear. Rafael again glues his eyes on the floor.
He sees her bra and underwear set down on the floor next to her other clothes and hears the water swish as Belle slips into the tub.
“Raf… could you wash my hair?” Belle asks.
Rafael swallows again. “Are you ummm… are you sure you’re comfortable with that? I mean I don’t want to overstep.”
Belle chuckles. She reaches out of the bath and tilts Rafael’s head up until he’s making eye contact with her. She’s resting with her arms on the side of the bath. She’s close to him, and can feel her breath on his face. Every time she moves a lavender wafts off of her.
“Rafael, do you want to have sex? Do you feel ready?” Belle asks. It’s a question that would normally send Rafael into a panic but something about Belle makes him feel safe, like he can be honest with how he feels, no matter how he feels.
At the moment, he feels harder than he has been in his entire life.
“Yes, please.”
Belle laughs.
“In that case consider washing my hair to be foreplay. I would hate for you to go to pull my hair and find a clump of seaweed in it.” Belle teases, again sending a jolt of electricity up Rafael’s spine. He’s never pulled hair before, he’s petrified of the idea of hurting Belle, but he would also do literally anything she asked of him and so he makes a quick mental note.
“Okay.” Rafael says. He feels calmer now that sex has been officially declared. Still frantic from the emotional roller coaster of Belle collapsing in front of him, but calmer with the expectations made clear. That’s something he loves about Belle, she’s always comfortable saying the quiet parts outloud. That’s extra helpful for someone who can’t usually intuit the quiet parts.
Rafael rolls up his sleeves and takes a moment to look at how beautiful Belle is. He catches himself and looks straight back down at the floor, unsure of exactly how much is okay. Sure Belle talked about having sex but -
She puts her finger on his chin and lifts his head back up as she lies back in the bathtub. Her skin glistens in the flickering candlelight. Every curve of her body is accentuated by the dark shadows. Her chest rises just barely above the bubbles as she breaths. Rafael takes a moment to pause in sheer awe. He doesn’t know what he did to get this lucky.
“It’s okay, Raf. You can look all you want. I like it.” Belle says.
If Rafael thought he was harder than he had ever been before, he immediately was proven wrong. The bubbles cover the rest of her body from his view and a deep animalistic part of him wants to smack the bubbles aside so he can see more of her. He would never do that, surely that would mess up Belle’s bath, but the urge is there.
Rafael stands up and repositions himself at the head of the tub.
Belle slowly submerges into the bath until her hair is completely wet. He finds his mind wandering with all of the things he’s going to do to her. How does she like it? He sighs and a growing anxiety builds. He doesn’t know what he should do once things start and if he doesn’t know what to do is Belle going to judge him for being inexperienced or -
Rafael realizes it has been an uncomfortably long pause where he’s just been staring at the back of Belle’s hair. It is tangled and there is seaweed in it. That is definitely the first order of business here.
Rafael quickly reads bottles on the lip of the bathtub until he finally finds one labeled as shampoo. It’s lavender scented too. Rafael also makes a mental note that lavender is definitely Belle’s favorite smell and could be her favorite flower too.
He squirts some into his hand and begins massaging it onto Belle’s hair, he’s never washed hair this long but he knows at least to get the seaweed out.
“So umm… do you want to tell me about your day? What kind of crazy wild adventure did you have?”
Belle’s hair glistens like the rest of her as little suds of soap reflect the candlelight. She looks like a jewel or a well polished silver.
“Well… So last night I didn’t get back to the farm until 1:30am. Which in itself was a whole mess. I’ve definitely been pulling too many all-nighters before that too.” The farmer says.
Rafael grabs a cup next to the shampoo and fills it with water, and uses it to slowly rinse the soap suds out of Belle’s hair. He keeps massaging her scalp as he does so to make sure he’s doing a thorough job. Every motion feels like it’s making him harder, it’s making his heart beat faster. How does washing someone's hair get him going this much?
Belle makes a little sound that almost sounds like a moan, “That feels really good.”
Rafael literally shivers and is suddenly very concerned about his endurance.
He grabs the conditioner and begins rubbing it into her hair. He hopes he’s doing it right because he has had the same 3 in 1 soap since he was twelve.
“So this morning right at 6:00 I woke up and went to the mines, because I needed some osmium to make something for my scuba diving later. And while I was there a slime probably six times the size of me dropped literally onto me from the floor above. That felt super weird. I don't recommend it. Then I had to come back and do some farm chores and eat lunch, but by then I was already losing daylight so I had to hop to the ocean. Operation clean the ocean is going really well by the way. And then after I did that for a couple hours I realized it was time for our date so I hustled back and tried to finish the last few farm chores I had before our date. It was definitely a long day.”
Rafael rinses the conditioner out of the farmer's hair slowly and she gets quiet again the same way she did before, then another little sigh escapes. Rafael finds himself sighing with her.
“You know, I could really use some help on the farm.” Belle says.
The words stoke the fire in Rafael’s chest. He loves the idea, him puttering around before work making sure Belle has something ready to eat for breakfast and lunch, keeping the house clean, walking the dog, making sure that every day Belle has somewhere safe and comfortable to come home to. Even the thought fills him with pride and joy.
“I would love to help.” Rafael whispers into the back of her head.
He doesn’t know what comes over him then. As soon as the conditioner is rinsed out it’s like something ignites in every part of his body, he suddenly has the overwhelming need to touch her, to kiss her. To feel her.
“Can I er… Can I kiss you?”
The farmer tilts her head back so that Rafael can see her face, which means he can also see her chest, and as the bubbles have started to dissipate he can see the curve of her stomach too.
“Yes.” Belle says. Her chest is moving faster than before, Rafael bets if he were close enough he could hear her heart racing too.
“Thank you.” He whispers as he leans in and presses his lips against her neck.
Her head rolls to the side to reveal more of herself to him, he eagerly begins sucking and nipping at the side of her neck. She moans again and he can feel every muscle in his stomach tighten.
“Take me to the bedroom, Raf.” She instructs him.
He immediately pulls away and stands to help her out of the bathtub.
She stands and for the first time he can see her entire body naked. It’s beautiful. Her chest swells with each quick breath. Her stomach curves in a way he wants to hold and kiss. His eyes trail down to the tuft of hair between her legs and the swell of her thighs. He’d known the farmer was curvy, but seeing her naked redefines the very word.
He grabs a towel and gently pats her dry as she sits back down on the edge of the bathtub. He’s seen girls do something with towels where it looks like a hat, to dry their hair. He thinks to himself that it can’t be that hard really, and after he’s sure the rest of her has been gently patted dry he scoops up all of her hair into the towel and attempts to set it on top of her head.
It immediately falls off.
The farmer laughs hard enough that Rafael reaches behind her in case she’s about to slide back into the bathtub again. She stays stable though. She looks a lot stronger than she did when Rafael first saw her collapse. Her cheeks are rosy and her arms and legs aren’t shaking at all.
“Maybe I should do that part. But I can show you how if you want.” The farmer says. Rafael laughs too. He’s never known someone he’s so comfortable around that he can do something stupid like that and not feel too embarrassed.
Belle shows him how she wrings her hair dry with the towel, and then demonstrates how to twist the towel up onto her head.
“But I’m not too worried about wet hair if you aren’t.” Belle says, taking the towel back down off of her head.
Rafael shakes his head and quickly scoops Belle back up into his arms.
The farmer giggles, her skin even hotter than before from the warm bath radiates out through every point of skin contact between them. Rafael feels like his skin is on fire.
Rafael lies the farmer down on her big feathery bed. He then runs back into the bathroom and grabs the candles from the bath and sets them up beside the bed on the end table, the only light in the room.
“Rafael, you like being told what to do don’t you?” Belle asks from her comfortable nest.
“Yes.” Rafael says, suddenly flooded with relief. He loves when a girl tells him what to do more than anything else.
“Okay, take off your clothes.”
It’s been a long time since Rafael took his clothes off for someone else. But he’s eager to do it for her. He pulls off his shirt quickly, she’s seen him shirtless plenty of times. He hesitates at his pants. His heavy duty pants he wears for blacksmithing can at least do a mild job of covering his erection, but his underwear certainly can’t. Rafael blushes, he knows it’s silly to be bashful right before sex but it feels… Rude. Rafael feels bashful and rude. Someone as beautiful as Belle couldn’t possibly want to waste her time on him.
Belle gets up and crawls across the bed to where Rafael stands at the end.
“Can I touch you?” Belle asks quietly.
“Yes - please do.”
Belle runs her hands over his dick through his pants before gripping his button. She unsnaps his button and undoes the zipper with expert hands. “Have you ever -”
“Yeah but it was umm… A long time ago. Not someone I liked as much as I like you. I’m sorry I’m so nervous.”
Belle lets go of his pants and gets up onto her knees. Even with the added height of the bed she barely comes up to his chest. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
She wraps her arms around him in a hug, she presses her body against his skin, he can feel her tits against his chest and he shudders. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. I want to take this at your pace okay? You just tell me to stop and we’ll stop whatever we’re doing okay?”
Rafael is certainly a sucker for a little bit of praise.
“No it’s okay I uhh- I want this more than I have maybe wanted anything ever. Like in my life.”
Belle leans back with a mischievous smirk on her face. She puts her hands back on his cock and squeezes through his pants gently, just enough to feel pressure. She grabs his pants by the belt loops and drops them to the ground easily. She pulls down his underwear in a similar smooth motion. She takes a long time to take him in, staring at him. Her eyes linger on his cock.
“Mmm… Very good.” Belle whispers.
She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him back into the bed with her. Rafael lands perched on top of her with his arms on either side of her head. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, she’s as excited as him. Rafael feels a deep ache in his stomach, he wants to touch her. He wants to feel her. He wants to be inside of her.
“Touch me.”
Rafael doesn’t need to be told twice. He keeps himself from crushing her with his left hand and uses his right to run his fingers through her hair. Her back arches and her head rubs into his grip. He trails his hand down to her chest. He lingers on her nipples and notices that she squirms a little bit when he rubs his thumb around it. Her legs move back and forth, her thighs rubbing against each other. Rafael shudders at her desperation for him.
He literally feels her shake when he moves his hand lower.
He rubs her inner thigh and slowly opens her legs like a book. She goes still and follows his movement exactly. He lightly rubs her opposite thigh, massaging her skin. She tries to stay still as he notices her hips point towards his hand like a compass.
“Come on Rafael, touch me.” Belle instructs. Her voice is more of a moan than a whisper.
“Yes, ma’am.” Rafael says as he brings his hand directly to her center. She’s warm and wetter than he’d imagined in his wildest dreams. He trails his fingers up and down the length of her vulva, trailing a circle around her clit before trailing back down around her vagina. He circles her a few times until she grabs his hand with hers and guides it squarely onto her clit. Rafael chuckles a little bit and begins lightly circling.
Belle grinds her hips down onto his hand as he circles her clit. He leans down next to her ear and whispers, “Can I put my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Belle moans, “You’re doing so good baby, you feel really good.”
Rafael feels a new wave of warmth go through his cheeks and his chest. A swell of pride, a throb in his cock.
He shifts his fingers so that his thumb is still circling her clit and he pushes just his index finger inside of her. He hooks his finger up and massages the wall of her pussy, and watches as she squirms beneath him. She grinds her hips in a circle around his fingers, up and down. Rafael barely has to move his hand at all, he just has to watch in awe as Belle grinds against him chasing her satisfaction. He continues gentle pulsing massaging on her clit and her pussy as breathing speeds up.
He can feel something twitching inside of her as her breathing changes into something closer to gasps for air.
“Yes you’re so good baby, you feel so good. Thank you honey that feels so -” And then he feels her pussy clench down on his fingers. Her legs clamp down on his arm and it’s like every muscle in her body tightens in on itself all at once.
And then with a full body sigh she relaxes
.
Her body finally sighs to a total stop and he pulls his fingers out from her. His body aches with need and longing, but he also feels her exhaustion as her body slumps to a total stop. He lies down beside her on his side and wraps an arm around her, squeezing her body close to his. Her breathing has slowed, her eyes are closed and she looks a little hazy. As much as Rafael wants to get off, he’d be satisfied with just seeing her like this.
Belle rolls onto her side and looks into Rafael’s eyes. She almost looks drunk on satisfaction.
“I knew you’d be good with your hands.” She mumbles with a big smile. Rafael can feel his pulse in his dick. “You did a very good job.”
“Thank you.” He whispers as he runs his hands through her hair.
They stay just like that for what feels like an eternity, an eternity that Rafael hopes will never end. He lets his eyes close as he sighs and squeezes the farmer closer into his chest. She snuggles in closer, and wraps her leg up around his hip.
Rafael’s breathing accelerates, his heart speeds up.
Belle reaches down and strokes his dick, once, twice… He can feel precum leaking out onto her hands as she strokes him slowly and firmly. Then he feels her reposition again and she’s suddenly circling his dick around her entrance. He has to hold his breath to keep from m owning as she slides down onto him, but when he breaths again it comes out anyways.
“Mmm you feel even bigger than you look.” The farmer says with a strain in her voice as she slides herself down him. Rafael feels a flash of pride and animalistic need rush through him.
He begins to pump into her but she puts a hand on his chest. “You did all the work tonight so far, you just relax and let me take over.”
Belle rolls Rafael onto his back while keeping him inside of her. He feels like every inch of his skin is on fire. She begins slowly grinding on his dick in a way that makes him feel like his soul is going to be sucked through it.
She moans again quieter this time, she moves in a confident, slow and sleepy kind of way. But as she grinds she lights up more and more, chasing another orgasm. Rafael cannot fathom how beautiful he is, and the words oh my god don’t cum yet flash through his head more than once.
She begins bouncing on him, she’s so tight that with every bounce Rafael sucks in a sharp breath with the sensation. He reaches up and grabs her tits and begins to fondle them, which makes her start bouncing faster and harder.
She moans and her back arches and her head rolls back in pleasure. Her breathing speeds up as she bounces until Rafael can feel her pussy start to twitch and tighten around his dick. With a long moan he releases himself and feels an explosive wave of relief and satisfaction literally flow from his cock through the rest of his body. He cums so hard that when he opens his eyes afterwards he literally sees stars dancing around Belle like she’s a literal angel.
She stays where she is on top of him for a moment as her breathing slows and her body relaxes. Eventually she slides slowly to the side and pulls off of him. Rafael feels cold and empty without being inside of her, so he does the next best thing and reaches for her and squeezes her into his chest tightly.
“Thank you, that was a really good time.” Rafael says quietly.
“I think that was the first time I’ve ever been thanked for sex.” Belle says, “I’d like to be thanked for sex more often.”
“I can do that.” Rafael says. He buries his face into her hair and pulls her against his chest so tight he’s a little worried he’s going to break her in half. But she snuggles in just as close and he knows she’s okay.
Rafael falls asleep with the farmer wrapped tightly in his arms. At least, for the hour or so before round two.