I'm posting the 2nd chapter right away, so...tell me what you think of it :)
Beckett straddles him, letting her hips rock over his unconsciously from time to time. She slightly scrapes her teeth over his Adam's apple and continues her path down his neck. Her delicate fingers work on his buttons slowly opening one by one as her lips claim the newly exposed skin of his chest as she undoes his buttons.
His hand grip her hips tight and hooks two fingers into the waistband of her wet jeans, teasing her as he watches a shiver wash her body - with the flashes of light the storm gives them. With the other hand he cups her ass roughly gripping it – oh god, he craved for it – earning a gasp poured from her lips.
She slides her hips down his legs closing her eyes at the friction and finishes unbuttoning his shirt. She lets her tongue sink into his navel – "Oh god" he growls to the feeling of what she's doing to him – and her hot saliva drives him crazy. He can feel her mouth curling into a smile with his reaction under her chin. She blows cool air over her openmouthed kisses path over his abdomen and rises up again, settling over his hips.
He sits up and lets her take off his shirt pressing her body into his to finish her task. She pushes the fabric off his chest and runs her fingertips over the hot skin of his incredible strong biceps – which makes her wonder how hot will his back be – traces the line of his broad chest, and then his neck, his jaw and he claims her lips getting themselves lost into the kiss.
His fingers traces her spine up, enjoying every inch of her skin, and stops at the buckle of her bra quickly taking it off and tossing it somewhere in the room. He runs his tips over her skin, so smooth and cold that he can feel every single pore of her shivered skin in high relief.
He darts his tongue out and licks the tip of her nipples before taking each one into his mouth and sucking on them. She's arching her back in pleasure and he nips at her nipples, sucking them between his teeth; he flips them inside his mouth with his tongue and tears strangled cries from her. He's holding her tight against him seeing stars with the rock of her hips over his.
He shifts them again and rests between her legs. They're in no hurry to take their pants off. He brushes some hair locks away from her face and look into her green eyes. She smiles openly and giggles as she traces his jaw line with her digits. She's so light and free that he barely recognizes her but smiles back and sees this beautiful woman biting her lip, and he knows. It's always been her tell.
They crash their mouths together, tasting each other slow but hungrily confessing their love through melted lips. His tongue traces her bottom lip tickling and teasing, daring her to let him in. Her tongue meets his and their tips slide together through each other's length, dueling for dominance.
His hands slide to her jeans, hooking two fingers from each hand into her waistband, over her hipbones, and teasing their way to her center to undo the button and the zipper. Her heart races and the need starts to pool down her stomach and that little chill with the thrill of the anticipation takes her breath away. She lifts her hips giving him a better angle and pleading him to get to the zipper soon enough.
He's amazed with this side of her all smiley and bitten lips and she has these playful eyes; and he swear for his life he can hear some giggling when he kisses her navel and down, pulling her really tight wet jeans off of her – "finally" she hisses. She lifts her legs and points her feet to the ceiling and he just cannot not kiss and bite his way up to her feet; every new inch of exposed skin of her long legs.
She has only her panties on and – oh god it's matching her bra somewhere over the floor. He's placing openmouthed kisses from the top of her foot to her shin, slightly biting her knee in the way and getting to her inner thighs –she giggles in anticipation, open and responsive to his touch – and as he gets closer his kisses and bites gets darker with need – "oh" it's "so good" she gasps – she makes room for him to fit between her really long-never-ending-legs. As his mouth approaches her groin he can already catch her scent, her arousal and it's just intoxicating. It's heavy, dark, bitter-sweetly inebriating and addicting – and god it's watering his mouth just the scent.
He works his way up back to her mouth placing kisses form the hem of her panties, to her navel watching every muscle in her stomach tense under his touch; then he kisses his way up to both her breasts, slightly pinching her nipples with his teeth watching a shiver awake every single one of her pores and hardening even more her tips into his mouth. He runs his tongue up the column of her throat nipping at her pulse point and hums into her ear.
She rolls on top of him and bites her lip as she traces his abs again with her digits. She lowers herself and presses her naked body on top of his, letting her nipples tease his flesh and nips at his lobe. Her right hand is down on his pants, pressing and slightly stroking the obvious bulge and moans into his ear – "Cas- oh" – at the feeling of his hardness under her touch. It's a low blow. It whirls his mind and he can't restrain the thrust of his hips into her hand.
And then all he can hear is her voice – "Do it again" – whispering into his ear and he's about to lose it when she breathes in sharply by the second time he bucks into her hand. Her strokes over his pants are driving him crazy and her tongue is doing things – so obscenely wrong – to his own and it's so damn good.
She lowers her body so she can face the bulge of his pants. She slightly bites him over the fabric and uses her tongue to flip the button open. She looks at him with this smirk and he knows, he just knows, he's going down tonight. He can hear the zipper being opened and he can feel both her hands on his thighs, scratching them over the fabric and when he looks at her, his hips – filthy traitors – rocks into her mouth.
She nuzzles his member with her lips and nose over his boxers and pushes his pants down and to the floor. Her hands travel up his legs enjoying every inch of what he's been hiding from her all these years, applying just the right pressure with her nails to reap shivers and growls from the bottom of his soul. And – god – when she tugs her hands under his boxers' leg-holes, teasing so close to him, almost touching, to the point of feeling his heat, he's gone. So completely gone…
She scrapes her teeth over his member through the silk fabric and she just needs to taste him; and she's tempted. He puts his hands under his butt trying to not push her head on him because he really really wants to and then he hears her voice, so shy, calling his name – "Rick" – he takes a deep breath and looks at her within short and sharp breaths.
The boxers are pushed off of his body by her hands ever so slowly and all she can hear are his sharp breaths. Her greens and flicks his member and to his blues and she gives him a smirk; and he so knows he's going down... so he takes a deep breath and tries to not embarrass himself because the woman he loves is about to-
She kisses his groin letting her tongue taste his soft skin; she brushes her lips on his tiny blonde hairs while she cups his balls, shivering at the feeling of his thin and soft skin under her touch, massaging them with those delicate fingers of hers. She nuzzles his throbbing member with her nose, inhaling his scent printing it into her memory. It's thick and dark, but not as dark as hers, drugging and familiar – his scent. It smells like him in his primitive self right in front of her.
He can feel her hard nipples teasing his inner thighs; her hot breath is too close to his balls than it should be and – "god, please" he whimpers – she's licking one of them, sucking on it ever so delicate, and letting him go with a soft pop. And again with the other one. His hips buckle into her mouth against his will and she can feel his thighs muscles contracting hard to keep his hips from moving again all in vain.
He wants with every cell of his body to touch her head, to tangle his fingers into her so soft locks moving under his fingers and hold them back so he can watch her. Her husky voice is telling him to – "Can you hold my hair?" – Can he hold her hair? Is she serious? He just loves her.
"Y-y-yeah" he hisses as his hands hold her locks up together. She thanks him with a coy smile and they both know she only asked because he really really was aching to do it; and it's ok, she doesn't mind. It actually helps.
Her tongue's tip is moistening his tip with her hot and thick saliva and it feels so damn good. And when her soft and wet lips involves his head, the heat and – finally – the taste of him waters her mouth letting her liqueur lubricate every inch of him, he can't keep his growls and the slightly push his hands and hips make to try to go deeper. She hums in response and takes him inch by inch into her hot mouth.
His skin is so soft, hot, so delicate and so powerful, throbbing with want and need and it's so easy to just drive him crazy with the slide of her tongue and she carries on taking every inch of him in enjoying the power she has over him right now. And god, he tastes good.
She swallows hard at the feeling of his tip in her throat's walls and he almost faints wth the move. Absolutely lightheaded from her ministrations, his eyes close and his mouth gets dry – too good. Slowly she starts to move him in and out, holding the base of him with a tight grip; her thumb is pressing down his main vein. The pulse from the base to the tip that her grip gives him, it's almost too much, something entirely new; and when that same hand starts vibrating with really tiny strokes, he's sure he's gonna come into her mouth and spoil their first night because – "Oh my – Ka – god!" his eyes roll up delighted.
She's enjoying it herself. She teases his underside with her tongue slightly pressing his sensitive spot as her mouth strokes his length; and the other hand is massaging his balls ever so gently. Every single time she hums, he can feel his thighs beginning to contract and that familiar pool low in his stomach desperate to release some of his building tension and he cannot stop her. He might have to find a way to do it.
She tastes something promising – "Ka- oh god- stop" he swallows thickly "or don't stop" – and she hums deeply. It's that good. She lets him feel her hand vibrating, her lips sliding up and down around him, feeling the edge of his head, and her hand slightly squeezing his balls - starting a series of tiny shocks - for a few seconds until she slowly begins to stop everything, one thing at a time. His heart is racing 'cause she just sent him to the edge and now she's riding him back careful enough to not frustrate him.
He flips her onto her back and kisses her deeply, passionately. They're starting to feel the hurry, the need to go faster. Her lips are swollen, kissed red and he can taste himself on her tongue and he finds this fact extremely arousing..