I Learned to Love You by Tamyalways
Translated from Spanish by ebfiddler
translator note: This is not a stand alone story, but Chapter 42 of a much longer fic. Most of the story is T rated and can be found with T-rated fics. A T-rated version of this chapter has already been posted with the regular story. I suggest reading the rest of the story to supply the context for this chapter.
(AU. Castle and Beckett are both homicide detectives. Whe Castle becomes dangerously ill, he must figure out his real priorities. What happens when Beckett finds out that SHE is at the top of his bucket list? The clock is ticking, and love is in the air. Translation of Te aprendí a a mar by Tamyalways with author's permission.)
Author note: Good morning. As I told you, this week you'll see things more relaxed as regards the drama. There will be more good times alternating with drama, so take advantage of it. Because what remains of this story includes some very, very hard times. Well, thank you all for your comments, and I'm warning you that this chapter is M :)
The characters are not mine ...
Idea from Lizcecilia6CECIFILLION
Content warning: Contains M-rated material. For T-rated version, see the same story under its T-rated listing.
Chapter 42
KATE'S POV
Again the door opened, the door of the room I had been allotted after fainting. I was already feeling better. All I needed was to put my feet up, get a few hours' sound sleep, and eat something. Both Alex and Lanie exaggerated and made such a big fuss over my being a little bit tired. Rick entered with a smile that lit up his entire face—even transformed it, it was so radiant. He walked slowly to my bed and lay down beside me, kissed me gently and declared, "Success!" He smiled like the cat that got the cream.
"Success?"
"We have a couple of hours alone, just for us. Nobody is going to bother us," he whispered in my ear, at the same time nibbling on the earlobe. Just that little bit of contact was enough to make my blood sing.
"How—?"
"Doesn't matter. What matters is that I've succeeded."
"You told them that—"
"I didn't even have to—" he chuckled.
"Oh god! This is so embarrassing! I won't be able to look your mother in the face, or Alex either, for the rest of my life. How embarrassing! You shouldn't have done that. What are they going to think of us?" I exclaimed, and Rick began to laugh at my discomfiture. "Hey!" I protested, slapping his chest.
"I like it when you blush, when you're embarrassed. That color suits you so well, makes your face so becoming. But you know what I really like?" he continued, attacking my neck and making me sigh, "I especially like when you forget everything else, when you focus on you and me, together. Not thinking, just enjoying the moment."
I kissed him hard, pulling him toward me. I needed him, needed to feel him as close as possible. I wanted to take off his clothes, to make myself his. My whole body was crying for him.
"God Kate! I want to kiss you a thousand times," he declared, settling down to the task. It was something special, this harmony we had. I don't know how, but he knew exactly where caress, where to put his lips, to make me enjoy and feel our union.
I felt him descend down my stomach, dropping kisses in every zone, never breaking his gaze into my eyes, watching me enjoy the sensations his caresses produced in me. While I, in those eyes so blue, I saw everything that he felt as he gave me pleasure. I felt so loved, wanted, safe, alive.
Little by little I was left with no more clothing, while he still wore his hospital gown and underpants. He went down at the spot where I needed him most, placing kisses there, too, as well as tiny bites that provoked sighs of need. I wanted to speed things up a bit, end the torture, and put my hand on his head to direct him to where I needed it most, and I could feel his smile over my most intimate parts. That provided just the special kind of touch that I needed to bring me to climax, but this was just the beginning. He began to move his mouth up to my center, making me jump at the unexpected intrusion of two fingers in my channel. He began to move them quickly, while never releasing the suction on my nub. An inner jolt began to fire through my whole body. It was the best climax I'd had in my life. It was impossible to avoid a groan of pleasure while his name fell from my lips in a sigh.
I felt him move back up my body, kissing every part wherever he went. When he got to my chest he gave it an extra portion of caresses on each side, making me moan again. Slowly, slowly, he climbed upwards toward my neck, and there he stayed, kissing, licking and nibbling my neck with just the right amount of tiny bites. I would certainly carry the marks for a few days, I mused as I enjoyed the sensation. Slowly he drew his mouth away, much to my displeasure. Just feeling his warm breath made me shudder.
"I love you," he breathed, and I could no longer resist the temptation. It was my turn to let him know what a woman in love could do.
In a wild manner, I stripped him of his hospital gown and underpants. When he was fully exposed, I got to thinking about Little Ricky and his shyness the first night we slept together, which made me smile.
"What are you laughing about now?" he wondered, seeing me smiling.
"I think that Little Ricky knows me now. He's not as shy as the first time," I remarked, making us both laugh.
"Now he won't miss an opportunity to say hello," he told me, smiling broadly.
I arranged myself over him and leaned over, and Little Ricky demonstrated his joy at seeing me. He was ready for me, so my mouth and my tongue had a long conversation with him. I heard Rick's sighs and rapid breathing, and that heated me up, too. I could see how his body responded to me, and this excited me as much—or even more—as when he took me.
Listening to his panting, I recognized that this could not last much longer, so I lay beside him and brought our bodies together. Immediately I found my husband stuck to my back and with his erection at the point of entrance. When he took me from behind, I could feel his entire length and that caused me a sublime pleasure.
"Oh God!" I sighed as I felt him fill me completely. We lay still for a moment, just appreciating the sensation. Trying to make that moment of passion, desire, and love last.
Gradually I began to move slowly, as did he. I needed it so much. I loved him and wanted him so badly. I didn't want to lose myself in all this passion that was consuming us, but the thought flickered across my mind that this might be the last time we could make love, and I felt some furtive tears roll down my face; I was powerless to stop them.
"Kate … am I hurting you?" he asked with concern.
"Don't stop!" I practically shouted at him, moving faster, drawing a loud groan from his lips.
"But, Kate—"
"Don't stop ... never stop ... I love you," I gasped, and kissed him. I wanted this time to be eternal, I wanted it never to end, but above all I wanted it to be special, I wanted it to be completely magical.
Rick held me tightly against his chest, while he too, joined in this dance that drove us both wild, that was taking us to the height of the overflowing passion. I felt him accelerate his efforts, driven by the need to reach completion, as if he couldn't take it anymore.
I joined in the movement, augmenting his movements and shifting to deepen the penetration. I felt like I was boiling over, I was so near the end. I didn't know if I could hold on until he reached his peak. My skin felt sticky against his, heated from the sheer amount of pleasure that he was generating in me.
I felt a kind of electric jolt running through my body again. I knew he was nearing the precipice. We increased the pace a little and when I felt Rick's hand play lightly on my center, I fell hard, vanquished by the passion that ran through my body, arriving at my second release. He was right, certainly tonight was going to be magnificent.
I had not yet recovered, when he changed our positions. Now I lay on on the bed, and I could feel his member still hard inside me, and barely had I assimilated that fact than he returned to thrusting, harder, much deeper, extending my ecstasy to the point that I could scarcely take it anymore. I was so highly excited and sensitive that the slightest touch would make me explode. He increased the pace in more controlled manner. His skin was gleaming with sweat, his pupils dark and dilated, never breaking eye contact, his breathing rapid, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, deepening the penetration, and after only two or three more movements, he filled me with his seed. I watched him close his eyes tightly as he whispered my name. I liked that so much that I exploded into a new climax that consumed me completely.
Rick fell exhausted on me, still placing slow kisses on my shoulder and tickling my neck. He was still inside me, and I didn't want him to disconnect from my body, not yet. I wanted to stay this way for a little while longer, embracing, feeling it together.
Rick raised his head, and we lay there for a few seconds, regarding one another with smiling faces. Rick tried to roll off me, but I prevented him by embracing him again fiercely against my chest.
"Rick, don't get up."
"But ... I'm crushing you."
"I need to feel you a little more, don't move."
"We don't have much time before—"
"I don't care ... stay here with me."
"Mmm ... you know, this was so much better than my fantasy," he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yeah?"
"The only thing is that, in my fantasy, you were wearing a nurse's uniform."
"Aha. Well of course, that didn't happen."
"Doesn't matter. You're the best nurse I could ever imagine. And definitely the hottest," he said kissing my neck, and I couldn't help moaning because my body was still so sensitive.
"Rick, you know what?" I mused.
"Mmm ..." he purred in my ear. I could feel his weight on me, and could tell he was relaxed, calm—and at the same time, worn out by all the exercise.
"At the precinct you were always boasting to the guys about your Saturday night hook-ups."
"Kate, you won't be jealous now?"
"It doesn't matter what you used to do. You're all mine now," I laughed. "I'm not jealous. I just wanted to ask if they were the ones who taught you all the techniques you used with me today."
"No, Kate, the things I told the boys were tales of my youthful indiscretions. Since I met you, I never had eyes for anyone else."
I kept silent, thinking. I couldn't believe what he'd just confessed. For two years he hadn't slept with a woman?
"Come on. I was with Josh, you know. I can't believe that it's been that long since you—"
"Well, okay, there were some women. I'm not a saint, I had my needs. But for the last year ... I'd go out with women, but in the end ... I couldn't do it. I thought about you all the time, Kate," he admitted, breaking eye contact and stretching out next to me.
"But—" It was incredible. I never would have thought he'd had such feelings for me.
"I know you were with Josh, and it hurt, but there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. You didn't know my feelings. I was nothing more than your partner and your second-string. Other than pester you and make you lose patience, there wasn't much more I could do. So I settled for that."
I drew closer to him. He seemed more distant now, despite the togetherness we had just achieved only a moment ago. Now, by asking a simple question, I was guilty of having made him recall that not long ago I had been with another man. But it made me think about something ... and I told him openly, as I rested on his chest. I brought my lips to his mouth.
"Well, I also have something to confess," I told him, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, those lips that still tasted of me.
"It doesn't matter, Kate, we're together now. You're with me ... and that's enough. Really, don't worry about it," he said, in an attempt to forestall the bad feeling my question had provoked.
"Seriously ... let me continue." I captured his attention, and he gave me his full attention, waiting for my confession.
"If you want to."
"This is the first time I've felt an orgasm like this. I never had more than two together, and certainly never two such intense ones. But I've never, ever had three of such magnitude. You're a champion. Despite everything, you've achieved what no man has achieved before," and I saw his serious face transform into a smile. "You have my word as police officer," I said raising my right hand the way we did when we swore to observe, uphold, and enforce the law in the Academy. He knew that was sacred to me, just as it was for him.
He returned my kiss and said, "Do you think we have time for another round?"
"I don't think so."
"Well ... really, I wouldn't mind a quickie."
"With you I don't want quickies. I want it to last a long, long time, Rick." He looked at me, with a strange look in his eyes, but with a smile on his face.
"I would love to be able to make love with you for hours and hours, Kate. This is the best thing that ever happened to me. You know that for me this is not just sex, right?"
"I know," I replied, and I kissed him again.
He had been about to break the magic, but I got it back.
No matter what, I held onto the confession that over the last year, he was unable to have sex with any other woman, because he was in love with me. That would be something I would carry in my heart for as long as I lived, because this love—his love—was unique and special.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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translator: For the rest of the story, see I Learned to Love You by Tamyalways, under T rated fics.