100 Sex Positions of the Kama Sutra
By Dana Keylits
Chapter Ten: The Butterfly
He had always felt at his most creative in the middle of the night. Something about being cocooned in the soft glow of the desk lamp, the flickering light from the computer screen, while all around him existed nothing but muted darkness. The hustle and bustle of the city below having given way to a dampened, almost macabre feel, with shadows emerging from behind the alleys and doorways that measured an uneven distance along the stained concrete of Manhattan's sidewalks.
Tonight was no different. After he'd watched Kate fall asleep, the measured rise and fall of her chest a telltale sign that she was off somewhere in the land of nod, he'd slipped out of bed and into his favorite blue terry cloth bathrobe. Tiptoeing out of the room, he closed the door between his office and bedroom, so as not to wake her, and sat down at the massive desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard as soon as the MacBook Air had fired up.
Their recent sexual adventures had inspired his next chapter between Heat and Rook, and his mind was spinning with the imagery he wanted to include in their next love scene. He'd hesitated to write it, it was more detailed than his normal style. But, tonight he was feeling inspired, so thought he'd give it a go.
Nikki Heat had just finished clearing the dishes from the kitchen table while Rook filled the cavernous sink with hot soapy water. He slipped the two large cobalt blue dinner plates into the water, followed by the drinking glasses, silverware, and serving platters. He swirled his fingers around the bubbly mix, creating tiny counter clockwise cyclones, before plunging the sponge in to scrub the plates clean.
He didn't even hear her approach and stiffened briefly as she snaked her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against his warm back, the soft cotton of his white t-shirt a soothing balm on her sunburned face.
"Why don't you go relax," Rook said, "I've got this."
She moaned, a soft low-throated moan that sounded more like the contented purring of a big cat, probably a lioness. "I'll help." She moved her hands around him, her fingers dipping into the warm water, tracing his hand as it held the sponge.
"Careful, there," Rook warned, "Or these won't get done at all."
"Would that be the end of the world?" she asked, gently rocking her hips against his fabulous ass. "The dishes can always wait," she teased.
He chuckled. "You're trying to tempt me, Nikki."
"Trying? Or, succeeding?"
He spun around, droplets of tepid water flying from his hands, landing in haphazard patterns on the floor around them, and pulled her to him, their mouths meeting, lips and tongues choreographed like a well-rehearsed ballet. She took his bottom lip between her teeth, toying with it before letting it go and then plunging her tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth.
He pressed his hips against her, and she could feel his growing excitement.
She quirked an eyebrow, her eyes darting down to look at the space between them. "Well, Mr. Rooke, I'd say your mind isn't on the dishes, is it?"
"Not even close," he mumbled, backing her up to the table, his pelvis pitching towards her, one hand under her shirt, cupping her breasts.
She snaked one leg around him, her mouth traveling along his jaw, nipping at his earlobe as he gathered the hem of her grey t-shirt and journeyed it up and over her head, tossing it aside. Not realizing (until later) he'd just pitched it into the dishwater.
She reached around with both hands and quickly unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and to the floor as his hands greedily cupped her, his lips hot on her throat. She felt dizzy and disoriented, succumbing to his touch, her body humming against him.
Wrapping her hands around his neck, she arched her back, her breasts pressing against the palms of his hands, his thumb and forefinger teasing her nipples, coaxing them, their rise and hardening an honest result of his expert ministrations.
In the half-light he watched as her hands mapped a trail along his chest, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt. He was struck by how well they fit together, how every touch of her against him was like magic, how he always felt like a little boy staring wide-eyed through the front gates at Disney World, not able to even conceive of the adventures to come, but knowing they were going to be awesome.
She pulled his shirt off and the moonlight traced, in black and white like an artists sketch, the muscles of his chest and abdomen, the gentle lines of his ribcage. Her hands followed its path, teasing and kneading the rise of muscle over bone, feeling the furious rate of his heartbeat as it slammed against his chest.
For a second he fumbled with the button on her jeans, until she reached down to help him, shoving the denim swiftly down her long statuesque legs, her panties quickly following. Then they took care of his pants, gathering his boxers along with them and they stood in the middle of her kitchen, completely naked, completely open and willing and wanting each other.
She was helpless, half laughing with delight, all wetness and wanting and wild, her eyes scanning the fullness of his arousal, feeling the stirrings of her own.
"Up," Rook commanded, guiding Nikki onto the edge of the kitchen table. "I want you here, right now, Nikki. Like this."
He grabbed her ankles with powerful hands, placing her legs over his shoulders, lifting the bottom half of her body up towards him. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands, her knuckles white, her head slamming back against the hard wood of the table. She didn't care, didn't feel it, just wanted him, wanted him inside of her.
And then he was. He was there, filling her, slamming into her, over and over. Pumping, fucking, his cock thick and hard inside of her.
The orgasm was sharp and hard when it crashed into her, washing over her like a tsunami, and he coaxed her with dirty words as she cried out, his name roaring past her lips like the lead car on a roller coaster.
"Rook! Fuck. God. Rook!"
He kept it up, his furious pace, in and out, keeping her lower body off the table, her legs rigid as they pressed hard against his shoulders. She clutched the edge of the table, her toes curling and yielded to the powerful ripples of pleasure coursing throughout her body, surging, shuddering, finally subsiding into small pulsing phantoms.
She could feel him approach his own climax and it was her turn to spill dirty words, coaxing his orgasm, telling him to come, to come hard, to come inside of her.
She did not have to ask, he did not need to be told, he dug his hands into the soft flesh of her hips and ass, increasing the pace of his pelvis as his body quivered and shuddered, melting into hers. His orgasm taking possession of his body, his mind, higher and higher, soaring and reaching, and then spiraling back down.
And then he sighed, with anguish and release, his hips slowing, his eyes fluttering shut, and her name stumbled from his lips as he released one last thrust into her before going soft and slowly pulling out.
"God, Nikki."
"Yeah,"
He chin nodded to the top of the table, and she scooted backwards. He climbed on top of the sturdy piece of furniture, crawling beside her and laying on his side next to her.
"Wow."
She grinned, "Yeah."
"Castle, what are you doing?"
Startled, his head snapped up and he squinted to see her past the flickering light of his laptop.
She padded into the room, sliding onto his lap. "Writing?"
"Mmm hmm," he replied, his hands sliding up her bare thigh, tripping on the hem of her short pajama bottoms. "Just finished a chapter."
"Can I read it?"
He hesitated, "It's just the first draft, Kate. It's not…"
But she'd already turned the laptop towards her and was scanning the screen, her eyes furiously reading the words his fingers had just tapped out. When she was done, she turned back to him, her eyes laughing, her mouth curved into a lopsided grin.
"Castle. You cannot use this."
"Why?"
"Because, this is us. Not two hours ago! This is the Butterfly Position!"
"It is?" He looked closer at the words dotting his screen. "Huh. I didn't even realize that's what I was writing."
"Besides, they'll never let you publish it like that!
"Wha-?"
She raised one hand in the air, "Castle. It's porn. It's too explicit!"
He rubbed his chin. "You think so?"
She grabbed his chin, then playfully slapped his cheek. "Yes, and you do too."
He laughed, "Yeah, I know. I just got a little carried away." He lifted his butt off the chair, jostling her in his lap.
"Ya think?" she agreed, getting up and reaching for his hand, "An honest result of his expert ministrations?" she teased. "His cock, thick and hard inside of her?" She rolled her eyes, "Ew."
"Ew? I thought you liked my…"
"I love your," her eyes slipped to the place between his legs, "I just don't like that word."
"Ah," he said. "What word do you prefer?"
She cupped him, her eyes dancing in the dim light. "Do I need a word?"
He flinched, "Whoa. No. Yes. Ah. Jeez, Beckett!"
She half-laughed, half-purred as they crawled back into bed, tucking the covers up to her chin, Kate turned to look at him as he hovered over her. "Do you really feel like little a boy looking through the gates at Disney World?"
He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that adorably boyish way that always made her melt. "When I'm with you?"
She nodded.
"Always."
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