Naked

It's Saturday evening at Casa del Castle 2.0 and she is contentedly resting back against Rick's chest as they look up at the stars. Alexis has decided to stay in New York for the weekend, reassuring them multiple times and with exasperated eyes that no, really, it was okay. Even the teenager knew they had been stressed over the weeks and she'd seemed completely understanding about their need to get away.

Her hands are stroking up and down his thighs, his are wrapped around her stomach and he's pressing periodic kisses to her shoulder. She sighs, relaxed for the first time in what feels like ages. She likes this kind of relaxing. It's different than what she used to do before they made their relationship official. Hell, even before they'd made their relationship official she'd spent time in the Castle loft and felt more relaxed there than she did watching old Disney movies in her apartment. There is something about the whole damned family that virtually sucks the tension from her muscles. Well, most of it anyway.

"You know, I really like this," he says as he strokes the tendrils that have fallen out from her bun where they've fallen on her neck, reveling in the goosebumps that rise across her shoulders.

"Like what?" There's a million things that he could mean because there's a million things that she likes about things between them, like the stroke of his thumb she can feel through her shirt, the feeling of his body behind hers, the quiet of their surroundings, only the waves for soundtrack.

"You," he answers easily and they both chuckle as she grants him a sweet kiss. "Having you here."

"I like being here," she tells him. She chews her lip for a moment, then plows on, "I like being with you."

It's the closest she can come to saying 'I love you' and he recognizes that with a wide smile. She's said it before but he likes hearing it. He likes hearing it a lot because it, more than anything, tells him that despite some of the things he does, she's not going anywhere. He likes the idea of her staying. One of his hands slips from her stomach to press a thumb against her right shoulder and she groans at the contact. He's digging into a rather persistent and chronic stress knot.

"You're tense."

She rolls her eyes despite herself. "No kidding."

He laughs. "We have a hot tub you know. Killer at getting out stubborn knots."

Oh, she is well aware there's a hot tub. This isn't the first time she's been to the Hamptons mansion after all. They'd spent Christmas here, her included with the exception of a foray to her father's house for Christmas Day and they'd spent plenty of time lounging in the warm water while snow covered the rest of the patio. She hates the cold but loves the snow and had reveled in the ability to experience both outside rather than in.

She actually whimpers slightly when he removes his hand and lips from her shoulder and he chuckles as he pulls her up with him. They make their way back up the beach and he takes great pleasure in trying to brush the sand from her ass. His eyes are heated when she looks back at him over her shoulder and she feels her body heat. It never ceases to amaze her that he can have her hot with a glance. She knows she does the same to him, but it's been a long time since just a look has resulted in liquid heat between her legs.

He leans down to kiss her as they hit the hallway just inside the back door. "I'm just going to check in with Alexis. I'll meet you back out here."

She heads to the bedroom and to the balcony beyond where they'd hung their swimsuits earlier in the day. She's more modest than he is and though she knows he would have no problem swimming without his suit, she's not quite ready for that.

At least not during the day, she thinks as she chews her lip and eyes the fabric of her bikini. It's his favourite, and she knows that. It's the reason she made him stop off at her apartment to begin with. She forces herself to take a deep breath and do something daring. She pulls off her clothes and, after a minute, decides to hide her bathing suit. She knows he's going to be on the phone for a while so she knows she has time as she wraps a towel around her body and heads out to the tub.

She slides into the water with a contented sigh, turning the jets on high and letting them buffet more of the stress and a few of the tension knots from her back and shoulders. It's a good twenty minutes before he emerges from the house, swim trunks sitting low on his hips, his towel over his arm. He climbs in and shuffles over until he's beside her and she manages not to blush as he takes her in. His fingers come up to her neck and shoulder, following the line of her collarbone. She lifts her legs as he turns toward her, swinging them over his so they're comfortable. A shiver drills down her spine and it has everything to do with the gentle brush of his fingers along her skin.

"Your bathing suit ties behind your neck," he whispers into her ear. Her eyes flutter closed as his hand continues its journey down her front and finds the gentle swell of her breast under the water. His chuckle is low and it sends a pulse to her core.

"So you won't go swimming naked, but the hot tub is okay?"

His finger brushes along the side of her breast and she sighs, the hand closest to him sliding up his wet back until she can play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. "It's more a day and night thing," she allows herself to answer.

He hums and mouths her shoulder, reveling in the gasp she releases when he hits her pulse. He likes that he knows the secret spots on her body, the ones that make her gasp, squeak, moan, and he uses that to his advantage now. His fingers wander freely along her side while the other reaches out to tug on her hip. She's breathing heavily as she slides out of her seat and onto his lap. He's growing hard and she rubs against him just to feel him hitch and gasp. She presses her mouth to his, their tongues tangling as he sets his hands free and she follows suit.

His hands stroke up her back and around to cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her nipples. He pulls away and looks at her, bathed in shadow from the dark beach, but light from the porch lights of the house. It accentuates the darkness of her eyes, the depth of them and the glistening water on her shoulders. Her mouth opens slightly, her eyes closed as he toys with her breasts, working her up until she's rocking against him rhythmically. She's seconds from coming and they both know that, when he pulls away.

She whimpers in disappointment when he pushes her away and her eyes are glazed when they float open.

"We don't want to do this here," he says, his hands stroking her sides. "It'll be uncomfortable."

She arches an eyebrow, part of her wondering how he knows and part of her very much against knowing. But her mind is distracted when he slides her to the seat beside him and stands. The water sluices down his form and she finds herself licking her lips. He's not built in the celebrity sense of the word, with bulging muscles and six-pack abs but she likes his body. He climbs out of the tub and takes a moment to remove his trunks. He lays them over the back of a chair and returns to the tub to hold a hand out to her. She bites her lip for a moment, because she's about to get out of the tub naked and she still has reservations about that, but eventually she stands and takes his hand. She knows it's purely instinct that has him tightening his hand as she wobbles slightly because his eyes are taking in the entirety of her body. It's not by far the first time he's seen it, but he looks awed and a little gobsmacked.

"What is it?" she asks, a little self-consciously, even as she presses her wet body against his and winds her arms around his neck.

"You're breathtaking," he replies leaning down to seal his mouth to hers. "Utterly breathtaking."

She hums into his mouth and he starts walking her backwards. There's an outdoor set on the edge of the patio, one side bordered by trees, another by the house and the other two open to the deck. He pauses, his hands sliding down her back to cup her rear. Their tongues tangle as he takes a few more steps, then starts making his way down her body. She realizes what's going on when she finally pries her eyes open and looks down to see him sitting on the edge a lounge chair. Her fingers tangle in his hair as she forces his head to tilt back, leaning down to kiss him. She knows where he's going and she watches with dark eyes as he leans back, legs outstretched.

She climbs on top of him, her hands resting on the top of the chair beside his head for balance. She nestles her center against his hardness and they both moan at the contact. She grinds against him, unable to stop herself from rocking against his hips. He doesn't seem to mind because he's focused on kissing her breathless. It's not a difficult task for him to accomplish and his mouth heads to her neck and throat when she throws her head back to breathe. She forces herself to slow down, because he doesn't seem to be in a hurry and she has an irrational need to come with him. She allows her hips to keep rocking but slows the rhythm, forcing herself to focus completely on his mouth and how it trails down until he bites at her pulse. She's going to have a mark, but she has concealer and it's so rare that he loses control enough with her to leave a mark that she actually moans at the sensation.

"Kate," he moans as her hips speed up of their own volition. "I want to be inside you."

He grasps her hips and they stop moving while he positions himself and slides into her wet heat. They both groan at the first push, the pressure, the slide… She loves the feel of him inside her, of every ridge of his cock sliding against the sensitive nerves of her channel. Her head falls forward to rest on his shoulder and she stops moving, simply sitting there to absorb the feeling of his skin, of his breath against her neck, and most importantly, of him inside her. After a moment, she straightens her back and meets his gaze.

"You feel so good," she whispers and starts to move. "So good, Rick."

One of his hands spreads over the bottom of her spine as the other cups her cheek. He kisses her, his fingers sliding into her hair as she continues to rock against him. They're already close because of their teasing so it doesn't take long before he's tumbling over the edge. A few strokes of his thumb against her clit has her following, just barely managing to muffle her groan in his shoulder.

She only allows herself the chance to come down from the high before she climbs off him and heads for the towel he's left over the back of one of the chairs to wrap around her body.

"Hey," he says, his arms behind his head now, lounging naked on the chair. "You just ruined the view."

She shoots him another sly grin. "You can see it again if you can drag yourself up to bed."

She's already inside and just about to climb the stairs when his hands wrap around her hips. She pauses and looks back over her shoulder to see his boyish grin. She rolls her eyes, but drops the towel and he sweeps her into his arms and takes her to bed.

Honestly, this exists solely because there were a handful of people that wanted to see the weekend in the Hamptons. I'm pretty sure this is going to be the only installment from that weekend (though that's not to say there won't be more from other Hamptons vacations) because I have the next one half written and I can tell you that it takes place back in New York.

And because it's half written it should actually be up in a couple of days. At least I'm kind of hoping.

One more thing, I learned (I actually did Google this, for reality's sake) that it's not actually that safe to have sex in a hot tub. There's a number of issues with it and that's why they don't actually do the deed in the hot tub. Safety first!

Thanks to those of you who review and let me know you're enjoying this ride!