Enlightenment 15.5
Yeah, M. Language and situation. Go read all of Enlightenment, or else this will just be smut. And we wouldn't want that…
He was pressed right up against her core, and apparently he still had some of the reflexes of a sixteen-year-old, because he was well and truly ready for action. It had been about half a minute since he first laid eyes on her. That was pretty good even for a teenager.
She'd been ready ever since she slipped on this outfit. She'd been thinking ever since about this exact feeling, well maybe without the cold metal counter under her rear, but the feeling of him hard between her legs, just exactly where she wanted him.
There were way too many of his clothes in the way.
He forcibly removed his lips from their attack on her mouth and his eyes darted up to hers. When he spoke, his voice was all gravel and lust and male.
"Please don't take this the wrong way, but I really just want to be inside you right now."
She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and had his belt unbuckled before he'd even finished his sentence. His hands joined in and together they made quick work of his buttons and zipper. As he attached his lips to her neck, sliding tongue then teeth over the tender skin, she shoved at his slacks, and they fell around his ankles, belt buckle clinking on the hardwood. The floor, yes the floor.
His underwear quickly followed and he reached around behind her to pull her to the very edge of the island, nudging her thighs far apart with his hips. He still hadn't shifted to make firm intimate contact, and she was desperate for it. She didn't have to wait long, though. He slid one hand between them and slipped two fingers past the tiny strip of lace between her legs, sinking them deep inside her.
"Oh fuck. Castle, I want you inside me."
He slipped his fingers out and circled her pulsing nub once, twice, the third time she whimpered and reached around his shoulders to try to pull him against her.
He slid her underwear to the side, then spread her folds with his fingers, using his other hand to position his tip at her entrance. He pulled away from the spot where she would likely have a mark on her neck, and looked her in the eye, pupils huge and dark, expression just shy of dangerous.
She felt him pressing just barely against her, and then he deliberately shifted his gaze from her face to where they were about to be joined. He wanted to watch. A wave of moisture and a surprised "oh" cascaded from her lips. She looked down, too, placing her hands on the counter on either side of her for leverage and balance.
He went slowly, despite the initial speed of their arousal. As he sank himself in her, she saw him physically stretching and filling her. The sensation was so much more acute, more detailed, more intimate when she had a visual to cue her. Just as his hips were meeting hers, about to complete the motion with delicious friction, he pulled away and repeated the whole slow slide inside her. This time, he placed his thumb over her center and gently circled as he withdrew. Her internal muscles clenched involuntarily with the contact, and the sensation of him moving against her tight muscles made her gasp. He sucked in a breath at the same time, making her think he had felt the difference, too. Oh, good new trick.
A few more slow, controlled thrusts and he finally gave in, driving deep inside her and making contact with his pelvis against her center, his hands moving to clutch at the creases of her wide-splayed thighs. He returned his eyes to hers.
There was just no substitute for this feeling of utter fullness, the unmistakable invasion, the opening of herself and the acceptance of part of him inside her body. Watching his pulse threading through the veins in his neck, seeing the flush of arousal suffuse his chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles of his thighs and hips and back tighten under the muscles of her calves with the effort of bringing them both pleasure, she was lost. She was drowning. And then his hands reached up to brush over the sheer fabric covering her breasts. His thumbs stroked her already-tight nipples as he withdrew and thrust again.
She repeated the tightening of her internal muscles each time he pulled back. She'd never made such a conscious effort, but wow, she was going to do this every time now that she knew what it did to them both. He was panting against her collar bone, palms cupping and stroking over her breasts, driving her higher, making her breath come faster. She realized she might be close to hyperventilating when her fingertips and lips started tingling. She didn't think she'd ever been this out of control.
"Kate, are you…" His voice was low and serious.
"I'm… I'm really close. Really close." She couldn't manage more than a whisper against his temple.
"Oh thank God."
She chuckled. She loved that she could make him so desperate.
He obviously had figured out exactly what drove her to distraction, because he reached around her hips and tugged her flush against him, focusing his movements to place pressure at just the right spot, just the right angle. Her eyes clamped shut against the onslaught of sensation, and she tightened her legs around him and moaned low in her throat in approval. When his tongue connected with hers, he groaned into her mouth and sped their pace. As she felt her climax start to build low in her belly, she had to disengage from the kiss, keeping her lips almost touching his.
"Kate."
She opened her eyes to see his, very close, even more intense. His body was coiled so tight, muscles flexing, but he kept his eyes on hers, his mouth aligned, noses brushing, watching again, with a look so profoundly in love, trying to capture her expression at the pinnacle, just before exquisite pleasure overtook her.
That look was what sent her over. She couldn't deny him access—not to her thoughts or her emotions or her body or her eyes—when he looked at her like that.
She took in a sharp breath as the spasms started. He redoubled his efforts, propelling her higher before he spilled inside her, whispering her name against her own lips, brow furrowing with the force of his release.
It was strange, normally she would have tucked her nose against his shoulder to collect herself, slow her breathing, but she couldn't look away from his eyes. Everything was there. All the things he'd said and everything he hadn't. His intentions were laid bare, and he didn't try to mask them.
As reality began to lap at the idyllic shores of their hazy island of love and sex, she smiled.
"I think maybe we should move this to the bedroom."
"Really? You expect me to move right now?"
"The alternative is to stay standing, half-naked, pants around your ankles, in the middle of my kitchen."
"I see your point."
He gently pulled out of her.
"I had no idea I had that in me."
"Are you saying you're old, Castle?"
"Oh, I'm not talking about the crazy kitchen counter sex. You put that on, hell, you take whatever you happen to be wearing off, and I can do that any day of the week. That's just you, Kate. No, I'm talking about the restraint. I thought I was gone the second you made that sexy little noise you make when I hit—"
"What? Me? I so do not make noise." Her incredulous expression was probably ruined by the teasing grin she couldn't quite suppress.
"Do you really want me to call that guy with the nanny cams? Because I totally owe him some business."
She whacked him hard on the shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Don't even think about it."
"Fine! You didn't have to hit me. I think I'm going to have a bruise." He rubbed his arm as he reached down to finally escape his pants and slide out of his shoes. He did pull his underwear back on, though.
"Think you're going to need those any time soon?" She gestured toward his boxers with an index finger.
"Not if you don't think so…" He slung and arm around her waist and pulled her to his chest, slipping his other hand down to grab her bottom. As he pulled her off the counter, she let out a little shriek and had no choice but to wrap herself back around him, arms and legs clinging and grasping for purchase as he swung around and hauled off toward her bedroom.
"This from the woman who wouldn't let me take off her lingerie…"
A/N: Hope this met expectations for the naughty lingerie. Oh, if only this were what Stana was referring to in her red carpet interview! We can always dream. And keep writing (reading) fanfic.
:)
-KC
