Holy shit.

She honestly can't remember the last time she came that hard, with her legs turned to jello, her entire body on fire as the piercing wave of her orgasm ripped through her. All she could do was hold onto him for dear life as he sent her body flying over a cliff of pure ecstasy. And he hasn't even been inside her yet.

She's still panting, grateful for the support of his arms around her waist holding her up and the fridge at her back. She doesn't think she would have managed to stay upright if either had been absent.

God, she can't believe that just happened.

She just let Richard Castle eat her out in his kitchen. She's suddenly hit with the urge to see him, to kiss him, to return the favor and make him just as weak from her touch. Castle is still laying soft kisses atop her thighs, her lower abdomen, stoking the flame in her midsection and she pulls him back up to her, urges him back onto his feet with her hands tugging at his ear and the material of his shirt.

And how in the world is he still fully clothed? She needs to remedy that. Stat.

She surges up to capture his lips with hers as soon as he's back to his full height, revels in the taste of herself on his tongue. "You were amazing," he mumbles against her lips, a touch of awe in his voice. "So beautiful," he continues to praise between demanding kisses and she whimpers, his words and his tongue slowly setting her aflame from the inside out, the embers igniting in her bones.

"Kate," he groans into her mouth when she pulls him in closer by the tails of his shirt, sealing her body to his, deliberately dragging her wet center over the bulging evidence of his arousal straining against the confines of his pants. "Bedroom," he bites out, his teeth nipping at her earlobe. "Now."

The commanding tone in his voice has a shiver running up her spine. Castle rarely takes charge, usually happy to let her lead most of the time and she normally likes it that way, but right now, half naked in his kitchen with his erection pressed against her, she's incredibly turned on by the way he allows his primal instincts to take over.

Kate gasps when she feels her feet lift from the ground, his broad hands bracketing her thighs around his waist and she wraps her arms around his neck not to fall. He carries her towards his bedroom and she can't help but chuckle when his steps falter as her fingers begin to unbutton his shirt, her lips following the newly revealed skin with a trail of kisses.

"Beckett," he warns, and she grins at the use of her surname. She knows he probably meant it to be more threatening than it ended up sounding but the breathless quality of his voice tells her she's the one who holds all the power right now. She wants to tease him, to drive him crazy and get under his skin the way he does every single day but she holds back, figures it's probably in both their best interests to ensure that they make it to his bedroom in one piece.

Castle crosses his office in an impressively low number of long strides with her in his arms and lets her legs fall back down to the ground at the foot of his bed, trailing his hands up from her thighs, lifting the material of her shirt-

She swats his hands away and he pouts. Kate traps his upturned bottom lip between her teeth and kisses away his frown.

"You're severely overdressed," she observes, continuing her work on the buttons of his shirt. "Not fair at all, Castle," she teases, her voice sultry, and she isn't disappointed in the effect it has on him.

He holds his breath, his adams apple bobbing when he swallows hard at the work of her deft fingers making their way down his sternum, popping open every button at a painstakingly slow pace, taking her time and mapping every new patch of skin she uncovers with her hands, her lips, her tongue, her teeth.

His fingers coil tightly in the material of her shirt at her waist, needing to hold onto something and good, she thinks. She wants to drive him mad with need, wants him wild and wanton and past the point of any coherent thought. She wants him to experience everything he made her feel.

When she finally has his shirt open, she wastes no time in lifting it passed his shoulders and down the length of his arms, leaving it to fall to the floor at their feet.

Kate gasps when he steals his hands below her shirt, returning the favor, pulling the material from her waist and up the length of her body. His large palms seem to engulf her small frame, and a fresh wave of heat blooms across her skin, following the blazing trail of his hands as they make their way up, molding along every edge and curve. She makes a soft sound she doesn't recognize – she thinks it almost resembles whine - when he lets his pinky finger trace the underside of her breast, but he continues, determined not to get sidetracked by the siren call of her body and actually get the shirt off her this time. She lifts her arms up to help his progress and her shirt quickly joins his on the floor and suddenly she's been away from his mouth for too long, craves the curl of his tongue, the subtle taste of what she thinks is whiskey and something uniquely him.

She surges up and he meets her halfway, his arms branding around her waist and her stomach grazes his, her still covered chest pressed in close. Kate moans at the skin to skin contact, how warm his hands are against her bare flesh, how big and soft and right.

She doesn't remember the last time anything has felt so right.

His mouth never strays from her, his kiss deep and languid even as his hands scale up the length of her back until he reaches the clasp of her bra. A very tiny part of her wants to protest, insist that she's still far more uncovered than he is but then she feels the undergarment loosen at her back, one of the straps slipping from her shoulder and all she can think about is how much she wants his hands to move around to her front to cup her breasts.

He's so gentle, so slow and tender and she loves it, loves the way their pace is setting them both on fire, but she needs him. Desire coils tightly in her midsection, and she brings her hands down from around his neck, reaches behind her back until she catches his wrists and guides him exactly where she wants him.

Castle groans at the weight of both her breasts in his palm, breaking away from her mouth on a sharp exhale and he looks down.

"God, Kate," he tweaks her nipples, rolls each of them between his thumb and forefinger and she gasps as sparks of pleasure zip through her, spiking her blood.

"Rick," his name falls from her lips in supplication, her head falling forward, and she bites at his shoulder to keep herself from being embarrassingly loud from the attention he's paying to her breasts.

And fuck, she wants to feel him too. The sudden desperate need to have him begging at the touch of her hands makes itself known and she doesn't resist the temptation. Her fingers quickly move down his naked chest to his pants and his hips jerk forward when she purposefully dips a tad lower than needed to reach his belt buckle and brushes against the tight bulge in his pants.

He makes her feel brave, powerful even, and she cups him, can feel the effect her hand has on him even through two layers of clothing and his hands reflexively squeeze around her breasts, pulling a keening sound from her throat. She makes quick work of his belt, desperate to touch him and hurriedly pushes his pants down his legs.

She doesn't think he expects her hand to move so quickly past the elastic band of his boxers and circle around his pulsing length.

"Fuck."

When Kate looks up, she sees his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and she reaches up on her toes until her lips meet his, her kiss smooth and gentle, coaxing his mouth open and when his tongue reaches out to tangle with hers she strokes her hand along his shaft, slow and teasing. His fingers dig into her waist, holding on tight but he allows her to have the reigns, to explore his body like it's her property now, like she can do as she pleases with it.

She doesn't think she's ever been with anyone who's given themselves over to her quite so completely, and certainly not during their first time. She vows not to take it for granted, to treat his body like the treasure it is.

Kate pulls away from his mouth, opening her eyes and waiting until he looks back at her, meets her gaze. His pupils are dilated, emanating pure want and hunger but there's something softer there too. He trusts her.

She doesn't break eye contact as she lets her hand glide up and down his erection at a maddening pace, her thumb swiping over his sensitive tip and twisting slightly as she strokes her way back down. His breathing is shallow, his jaw clenched tightly, and he swallows hard as she works him over expertly, teasing him and building up the pressure at the base of his spine all too quickly.

"Kate you have to stop," he gasps when she squeezes a bit tighter, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist, stilling her movements.

"Don't think you can handle it, Castle?" she counters, arching an eyebrow at him and he groans, leaning down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss.

"I'm pretty sure you're going to kill me if you keep going and I'd really like to make you come a few more times before I die," he explains, the familiar grin she's come to know so well curving along his lips.

Kate leans forward to wipe the smug smile off his face with her lips, because she can, but his kiss is softer than she expected, more reverent and sweet than teasing. "I thought I was going to lose you today. And the thought I – that we never would have-"

He cuts himself off and his words have her stomach churning as the events of the last few hours come back to mind. They almost died – twice in less than forty-eight hours no less – and she couldn't spend another second denying that she didn't want him. It was pure luck that they survived, that she even lived to have the realization. "I know," she says, her hand drifting upward to cup his cheek and brush her thumb along the stubble lining his jaw. "But we have right now."

Castle opens his eyes to look at her. He's always seen far more of her than anyone ever has.

"And after that?" he asks, his voice shy, unsure, and she can see the turmoil in his eyes. "What happens after tonight, Kate?"

This is her fault, she knows it. They never talk about what they are, what they both mean to one another and she's been the queen of avoidance, skirting conversations and layering her words with subtext whenever they do.

No more. She wants to fix it, to wash away the uncertainty in his gaze and reassure him that this means just as much to her as she thinks it means to him.

"I don't know what's going to happen, Castle," she starts but she knows those were the wrong words to start with when his eyes fall from hers in disappointment. "I know I'm going to mess up sometimes, and you probably will too. But I want more than just tonight," she promises, and his gaze shoots up to meet hers once more, a bright flare of hope lifting up his lips in a smile.

"Thank god," he breathes a sigh of relief and a second later his pupils are dilating, his mouth crashing over hers possessively and she lets him take whatever he needs. "God, I want you," he growls, pulling her body close until every part of her is flush with his. Kate whimpers at the direct pressure of his thigh brushing against her clit, but she wants more, wants him, all of him, and the fact that his briefs are still in the way is entirely too frustrating.

She hastily returns to the job she'd begun seconds ago before she got distracted, shoving his boxers down the length of his legs until he stands completely bare before her. He doesn't protest and picks her up off her feet only to deposit her back down onto his king size bed, her back lying on the soft comforter and he drapes himself above her, claiming her mouth and moaning when she twines her legs across his back, driving his lower body into hers.


His length brushes against her, slides through the slick folds of her sex along her clit and the uninhibited moan that tumbles past her lips nearly has him coming right then and there, but he fights against the powerful current of pleasure that threatens to pull him under.

He lets his head drop forward, his face nestled into the cove of her neck as he struggles to breathe, to slow the pounding of his heart but he knows it's useless. She's ruined him already and he hasn't even been inside her.

And he knows he's especially doomed when he has to stop three words that he knows would have her running scared from falling past his lips.

He loves her. He might not be able to tell her yet, she might not be ready to hear his confession but he's damn well going to do his best to show her.

"Castle," she gasps when he lifts up, shifting the weight of his body onto his hands and it has his shaft moving against her center, producing friction right where she needs it most. Her arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she holds him close. "Inside," she urges, her voice breathless as her lower body moves against him in a way that has him clenching at her hips. "Please."

Castle shifts his pelvis, moves up slightly, positioning himself at her entrance and the look of pure pleasure and anticipation on her face gives him all the permission he needs. He grinds down and enters her in one swift move.


A/N: Wow, you guys, honestly, I can't thank you enough for all your kind responses! I hope you enjoyed this chapter; the last one will be up on Monday! - Zoe

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