Just a couple of reminders: I don't own Castle the whole thing is Andrew Marlowe's and ABC's. Secondly, this story is rated M.
Ricky Castle...
It takes him a moment for the words to catch up to him. He's too mesmerized by her eyes, which have turned a shade of dark forest green. His entire body is tingling from her touch on his check. By the time the words, "I'm in love with you" register, her mouth is on his and there is no space for thought. Her tongue traces over his lips - like their last kiss. His mouth opens to let her in and she's immediately exploring his textures and taste. Instinctively, Rick slips one arm beneath her knees, the other around her back and pulls her crosswise into his lap. Kate murmurs her approval while she slides her tongue down over his. Her hand is on the back of his head, her other arm encircles his shoulder to clutch his back. She pulls him closer, kisses him deeper, and softly moans against his mouth.
That moan is one Rick's heard before - and he wants to hear it again. Now it's his hand in her hair, his tongue stroking hers, caressing the smooth inside of her cheek, his lips pulsing against hers. Kate leans in, pushing her breasts against his chest, and he's the one whimpering with the pleasure of it. When she gasps loudly, her nails digging into his back, he feels that sudden hot rush of blood going south, the almost painful but oh so delicious stretching out that makes his pants uncomfortably tight. Kate must have felt it too, because her ass wiggles down against him, and a second rush of blood hits. Fuck, he never gets this way so fast, but the straining in his pants tells him he's gonna have to unzip soon if he doesn't slow it down. Kate's mouth pulls away wetly to suck his earlobe as she grinds her ass downward yet again. Rick's head jerks back and hits the back of couch, as his hips jerk upwards against her and he sucks in a sharp breath.
"Fuck, Kate,"
His words are a low quiet rumble as he feels himself swelling to nearly full; the binding of the pants zipper is digging into his flesh. It's not the way he likes to introduce this aspect of himself, and it's why he's learned to have a certain level of control in this regard. A control that had kept him at half-mast that day he'd witnessed Kate in the break-room, where many men would have lost it. He tries to breathe in, but the tip of Kate's tongue is in his ear and panting words that send his hand desperately fumbling to release himself as he feels that final pulsing of blood that will take him to full length and girth. Her lips nip the shell of his ear, her chest pressing even harder against his, and her perfect ass is practically stroking him through his pants.
'Oh, Ricky…you are a very, very, big boy."
He starts to chuckle at that, but the sound is cut short as she nips his ear again. She's shifting herself slightly back onto his thigh and it's just enough space to slide her hand down his back, slip it around to his waist and unsnap the top of his pants, which to Rick sounds like a somewhat loud pop. Looking in his eyes, and wearing a cat-like grin her fingers measure the full length and width of him still straining against his zipper. His eyes close, his hips arch up again and his groan is strangled.
"Kate!"
"Shhh."
He feels her hand gently move his aside. Her lips brush his temple and the breath of her words burns his skin.
"Let me do it, Rick."
They both suck in a sharp breath as her slender fingers pull the zipper tab away from his body and she slowly slides it down. She's biting her lip and her eyes are half-closed as her knuckles brush him through the fabric. Released, he spring forwards through his boxers and her hand encircles him, only it can't quite fit around his width. A husky purr hits his ears as she strokes down, then up, but then her fingers are at the tip, sliding around it, spreading the clear thick liquid that's been leaking out. He cries out loudly as his hips thrusts upward...
"Uhhh..."
No! Rick jerks her hand away and pulls her head to his for a searing kiss. He isn't gentle now; his tongue is fast and furious in her mouth, down her throat. He's feels so hard and throbbing, so ready to - oh yeah, that ass! He just wants to let it go - but this is KATE. He will not make a big mess all over her couch like some hormonal teenager. She already thinks he acts too much like a kid. Fuck, she's trying to touch him there again, and if she does he's gonna come.
Quick and fast is not what he's imagined the first time with Kate to be. His fantasies are of slowly driving her mad, pleasuring her to climax a few times, having her be so relaxed, so soaking wet, that it's easy for him to just slide inside... As he struggles with her hand trying to grip him again, he brushes down between her thighs and feels the damp spot on her pants. He almost loses it then, realizing that she is that wet. Wet through her pants...
Reflexively, his fingers press down, sliding over where he knows she must be aching. Catching Kate off guard, she reacts with a delightfully sexy, "Oh" of surprise, a new sound for him to file away and replay later. Her thighs clamp shut, as if to keep him from continuing his strokes, but like a pianist, working on a keyboard for hours a day has given him nimble fingers. He works his thumb free, finds that spot, and works it: pressure stroke up, then down, up, then down... He curves just slightly on the down stroke and gets her moaning against his mouth. Her nails are digging deeply into his back and her thighs are tightening even more against his hand. Oh, yeah, she's close. Even as her thighs clutch tighter her hips are arching up into that pressure he's providing. He breaks the kiss because he has to see her face. She's flushed, and strands of her hair cling to her face from the light sweat that's broken out. Her eyes are so dark they could be chocolate drops, and even as her head is shaking no, her hips are moving in counter-rhythm against his hand, and her gasps and cries are getting faster and higher...
Rick can barely breathe. While it was beautiful watching her come in her sleep, seeing her come from his kisses, his touch - he wants that more than anything. His head moves as if to kiss her again, but as he does his thumb is speeding up it rhythm, tightening its circular path so that it's quick and fast, like strumming a guitar...
"I love you, Kate."
His whisper puffs air against her lips just as his thumb presses down. Kate's body stiffens. Her hips slam upward and hold, and her head arches back... The orgasm hits and as her body convulses in his arms, Kate screams. She hadn't screamed the last time. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. She's the most beautiful woman ever... His own body is trembling with the effort of holding back. He has to, though. He HAS to! Not on Kate's couch...he can hold it until not on Kate's couch.
Rick's heart is pounding rapid-fire as she collapses against his chest. He shifts so that her head can tuck into his shoulder. While gently stroking her back it pops into his head that he could die right then a happy man.
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Sorry this took a while to update. It's not easy writing scenes like this, especially from the guy's point of view. I'm comfortable with sex, and I think in writing it can be used to illuminate a character's feelings. Sex can be when a character is most open, vulnerable and raw. Still, I almost tossed this and was going to just stick with Kate's perspective. The good news is that writing helped me out with the next chapter.
