Kate woke up first: it was still morning outside the window. And it was their first quiet morning of the weekend. They couldn't believe that this secret weekend they wanted to devote solely to each other, but had to endure prison and get involved in the search for drug dealers. But now everything was behind them, and the night before, with candles, wine, and unbridled passion, was really a long-awaited holiday. Or maybe it was just their karma, that one could not be without the other.
- You are my destiny, Castle! - her lips whispered inaudibly, and pulling her knees up to her chest to wrap her arms around them, Kate rested her chin on them. Her customary pose, alone and with bitter regret in her soul after meeting some "under-Castle." Yes, it had practically become a habit with her: a physical body-pleasure and a deafening inner protest. Because she did not want to get attached to anyone, and she could not be sincere either, but now she deviates from the canon, because there is him, her Castle, with whom you can share any crazy and not so crazy idea and listen to a thorough and meaningful response. It had only previously seemed that her habit of relying solely on herself would remain so forever, but once she had tasted Castle's lively nature, Kate reluctantly admitted to herself that she was essentially not living but coexisting, and her soul was stale, calloused, dead, like a piece of fallen off bark from a tree. And now she has extra incentive to live and dig deep into her mother's case, where she has not been alone for a long time. And she loves, truly loves, but can't yet, can't openly admit it to Castle. Can't even talk about it, not yet, but waking Rick up for a dose of love is definitely something new. Really, really, she'd never done this to anyone before, and she should probably be a little careful. It's for her to adjust to the new bar of the relationship, not for him. Because her years-worn "stud" Castle is ready for adultery almost always: it was clearly visible in the taut fabric of his jeans, which, however, never embarrassed Kate. Well, what's wrong with men reacting properly to beautiful women, eh? Especially notable ones like Castle. Nothing, all right, especially since Rick had a fine sense of the forbidden line and had never crossed it. Now you can, you can do anything...
Beckett squinted her eyes with a smile, then unhooked her arms and straightened up, lying down on her right side. To peer at Castle in the morning twilight: Rick was sleeping a righteous, happy baby's sleep, arms outstretched and smiling softly in his sleep. Divine, unique, and irresistible. Defenseless, touching and a little naive. And that is his special charm: once unattainable, on the other side of the table - at presentations, and now next to her, breathing hotly into her ear and sweeping her auburn locks. And to look at him, asleep, was endless, but that wasn't the only reason they'd gotten together, was it?
Gently and carefully with her hands resting on his, without her breasts touching his, Kate hovered over Castle to gently explore his face with kisses: the tip of his nose, his lips swollen with bites, the velvety arch of his cheekbone and the main center of her once calloused exposure, his earlobe, but... Castle kept sniffing all over, and then he showed Kate his back, rolling over onto his stomach.
- Well, there you go! - Beckett pouted feignedly. - And all you men are the same!
Beckett traced the line of his vertebrae with her fingertips, without much hope, and then moved silently to the edge of the bed, with her legs over her head. She found hairpins on the bedside table, put her hair in a bun, and sat still with her head tilted back, remembering the exertions of her recent pleasures. Quietly nibbling her lips, she patted herself gently under her arms, under her breasts, and in her crotch: her skin needed a shower. Just a contrasting, powerful, whipping, without any backward thought. Then a fleeting raid on the refrigerator and a return to their shared bed. And, regardless of whether Castle wakes up, options are possible. And here, by the way, is the fishnet combination that played its iconic role yesterday. Now she would only throw it to one side...
Slipping her slippers on her feet and smoothing the neatly weightless silk, Kate grinned contentedly. Just nothing in Castle's house, and she already knew where there was plenty of hot water, and bubble baths, and a very fancy Jacuzzi. But that will be some other time, but right now it's an emergency downstairs...
Like so many things in Castle's house, the shower room was stunning. Fine designer furniture and intricately shaped mirrors matched perfectly with exclusive bathroom fixtures, and concealed fixtures providing soft light and the sheen of expensive tile costing more than her salary gave the setting an indescribable charm. There was even a special sound system built into the control panel of the shower stall. Which, by the way, could fit a good scout troop. Yes, yes, Beckett had never seen such enormous showers, but I doubt she would have told Castle about it. Screaming luxury is the lot of famous detectives, and she's just a cop who happened to stray into their company. But she's allowed to do anything, isn't she?
A modest-looking, but chic door let her in, and immediately the light came on: Castle was true to himself, the automation worked flawlessly. There was a closet built into the wall to the left of the entrance, and as soon as Kate touched the elegant curl on the tiles, the closet revealed its guts: terry robes, fresh towels, bath products and slippers of famous companies, manicure sets and some other strange and obscure things and objects, whose purpose Kate had yet to figure out.
- And that's where Castle was needed! - Beckett chuckled, briefly covering herself with her palms. - Why don't I wonder about that anymore?
She pulled the combination off over her head to send it to the basket, chose slippers to her liking, and only then did her hair, free of hairpins, flow down her shoulders. The only other thing she would have liked was a little less light, but only Castle knew how the system was adjusted.
Kate took another good look around: the shower stall in the far corner took up about a quarter of the total area, and a creamy foamy path led to the transparent foggy flaps. It beckoned with its deliberate softness, its weightlessness, its openwork, and Kate touched the path with her big toe. Cool! A really cool feeling! Stepping carefully, Beckett even walked the path barefoot, back and forth, enjoying and marveling, like a provincial, unwed girl visiting some tycoon. There was no denying it, Castle knew a lot about comfort, and she wouldn't laugh at it anymore, but would use it constantly and take it for granted...
The cabin doors opened with a slight rustle, letting Kate inside, and shut tightly behind her. The control panel sat to her left, on a frosted thickened insert that turned on the music, started the water, and regulated its temperature, while contrasting pictograms on the buttons described their purpose. Next to the remote control in the wall was built a huge, floor-length mirror: as Castle had once mentioned, the mirror could be removed completely, and the surface was treated with a hydrophobic compound, which did not affect the reflectivity. In addition, there were practically no traces of drips and soaps, too, which made cleaning much easier. There was not just one but four water spouts, which could be turned on individually or all at once. After a thorough study of the remote's circuitry, Beckett adjusted the shower and happily stepped under the water tent: that was where the indescribable thrill was! Powerful, the size of a good tray of water, the right temperature and pressure saturated her body and soul with clear, desired emotions, and with the tune spinning in her head Kate slowly danced, even unknown to her. She just straightened her arms above her, interlocking them in a lock, then, wiggling her hips and wriggling her whole body, she put one side and another under the jets, and her little hands, splashing drops, made unimaginable pas in the wet haze...
- Less! - someone spoke loudly nearby, and the light in the shower dimmed slightly.
- Ka-asl? - Awakened from her benign detachment, Beckett turned toward the voice, brushing her hair away from her face. - What are you... doing here?
- I just came to see if you'd run away. - Rick grinned; he was standing on the other side of the casement, peering inside, and the light, loose robe was close around his shoulders. - And here you are, without me, doing the dance. And what does it mean, by the way?
- And you guess, kitty cat! - Like a nymph from a waterfall, she stepped toward him to splash him from a handful, but Rick only blinked dumbfoundedly and ran his sleeve across his face, imitating an intensified reflection.
- Mmm... - The writer's facial expression was inimitable, and Beckett sputtered at Castle once more. - Oddly enough, nothing comes to mind at all. Unless... Unless you were still interested in the story about the possibilities of the shower room, but as it seemed to me, it was overlooked...
- Huh! Cross your heart when it seems! - Kate fearlessly turned her back on him and stepped under the jets again. And so already she wished that the room had grown darker, and so desirable, so insatiable in love Castle would seek her out. And it was as if Rick had read someone else's mind.- Fine! Then... Less! - Castle repeated as a mantra, and then half-darkness fell in the room, only light flickered here and there, and the diodes of button illumination glowed.
There was a barely audible rustle against the dripping shower; it was Castle, clearly intent on joining her, and Beckett was impatient for a hug, but for some reason Rick hesitated. So he had to be prodded somehow. And it didn't matter whether by word or deed.
- Will you rub my back, Castle? - and Kate put both hands against the mirror wall, arching her back slightly and arching her ass.
But Rick remained silent, though Beckett physically felt his presence, and her sex-hungry body had already responded adequately. True, Kate did not know what kind of devilish games Castle was up to, but to turn around right now was to scare it all away. She couldn't get out of that place...
And Beckett stood in the same pose, shrugging her shoulders, with her lip bitten to the point of pain, so wet, steaming inside and out... As the rain suddenly stopped: I mean, Castle switched the water to the watering can far away from them, which rustled there in proud solitude.
- Don't look! - Quietly, but with a noticeable gasp, Castle said right in Kate's ear. - And don't move!
- I'm not looking! - she said firmly, in his spirit. - Do you think I'm interested?
- Don't you?
Kate barely heard a subdued squelching sound, and after a moment the big soapy sponge, gently but forcefully pressed into her shoulder blades. And Kate gasped, trembling at the thrilling touch, but true to himself, Castle stroked her back and sides, deliberately leaving the intimate parts out. Yes, he left them for later, but he knew firmly, felt that Kate liked what he was doing to her, and she was consciously submitting to him. And he belonged to her and could possess her body at any moment. And that moment was still just glimmering ahead...
- Aahhhh... - Beckett's eyes rolled languidly as the sponge crawled over her stomach, and now Castle was methodically writing soapy circles on her body, taking the space farther and farther away. But suddenly he stopped, and, as if anticipating something, Beckett spread her legs wide. Castle, meanwhile, moved to her right side, and Kate trusted only her senses: Rick was standing close, sniffing at the base of her neck, and his hard cock was nudging her thigh. But that was not what Castle concentrated on: the sponge, clasped in his firm hand, methodically soaped her belly, then her pubis, then her crotch, then the inner surface of her thighs, then suddenly went down to her ankles (Castle even sat down for that) and, gently, alternating turns, starting from her heels, went back to her ass. With extensive circular spins, Castle soaped first one half of her, then the other, and snaked up along the vertebrae to her neck. He soaped her shoulder, went over her right arm all the way to her hand, moved to the other side, and repeated the process. And a quietly moaning Beckett, still patiently awaiting coitus, shook with small shivers when Castle did come in behind her.
He pressed close to Kate: his soaped "pencil" was now rubbing unobtrusively between Kate's luscious "buns," and his hands finally moved to her bust. Here was a stroke under one breast, then another, and higher to the neck, under the chin, and again down the cleavage between the breasts. And a series of careful strokes over one nipple, then another, and a sudden, tremendously muscular pause: this was how Castle prepared Kate for himself, while she, horny to the point of being horny, moaned and whimpered, pressed her ass into his hips, supported on his arms, and kept going, going, going, going. Beckett felt Castle with every millimeter of her skin, and every cell of her body immediately demanded love.
- Stop!" suddenly said Rick loudly, and the distant watering can turned off. - One! Five! Six!
And as soon as Castle had said this, jolly trickles spurted into the lovers from both sides and above. They purposefully and methodically washed the foam off the slippery, sticky bodies, anticipating an indescribable thrill, and Castle tossed aside the unnecessary more sponge. Before he could even say anything, Kate immediately turned to face him, and their hands swept up toward each other.
No longer embarrassed, the lovers bypassed inhibitions: they stroked each other's supple skin, washing away the soap residue, and pulled their lips toward each other to feel the contact even more intimately, bringing both of them to the main thing...
Beckett breathed heavily, intermittently, as Rick deftly picked her up in his arms and pressed her against the tile with his whole body, penetrating her in an instant, while she wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, pressing close together to keep her from slipping. And they sought each other's lips, as if they were competing in the oral arts, and pressed their hips together tightly, with friction, and Beckett's eyes rolled up in a paroxysm of pleasure. And Rick was spanking and spanking Kate measuredly, trying not to speed up, but instead to squeeze into her supple, responsive womb with a delay at the end, to then partially come out and re-enter. And Kate sobbed, scratching his back with her nails, and kept massaging and massaging his earlobe with her tongue, and by the way Castle tensed and exhaled loudly, sharply, Beckett realized that she had finally achieved her goal. And she, already heated, was thrown into a powerful, all-encompassing heat. A jolt inside, another jolt, and they were frozen in each other's arms, the slight warm drips drumming softly against their shoulders and backs. And they were exhausted, but very, very happy, and they could not, and did not want to part their embrace. And so they stood for a while, Rick with his palms against Kate's chest, his fingers moving slightly, and Beckett stroking his groin, nibbling on his lips in sweet torment. And in the half-darkness Rick could not see it, but he kissed and kissed his lover's neck, breaking through the damp veil of her hair, and Beckett liked it so damn much. So much so that a new tight knot was gradually curling up inside her. Castle's arousal was building, too: his cock was bleeding with desire for lust, and it was trembling with excitement again. And Kate whimpered briefly, and they lips together audibly, and her hand rested on his shaft and moved up and down smoothly and smoothly. And even though her legs were a little humming, it was impossible to refuse the slaughtered sex. And Rick wheezed:
- Down, Kate, just down!
Rick took Kate away from the wall to the center of the shower and, kissing her nipples and under her breasts, her flat belly, her firm pubes and thighs and kneecaps, actually slid down her body to sit right on the floor, and Beckett froze in anticipation, outside his spread legs. And Castle crumpled, insatiably squeezed her buttocks, kissed and kissed the silky, moist skin of her pubis, then pulled her hand, toward him.
Beckett obeyed uncomplainingly. She, too, sat down on the floor and, helping herself with her hands, slid her legs over his hips. She moved close to him, helping herself with her hand and heels, while she fumbled for his cock with the other. And with a little tweak in her bosom, she sat on top of him with a pitiful, guttural exhalation. And Rick fumbled for her lips with his mouth and pulled her under her ass and back, pulling her tighter against him, and cried out through clenched teeth: it was so full and tight. And even without moving, Rick could feel the throbbing that Kate was sending for him. And no woman in the world had ever done that for him, there was no doubt about that. And Castle lifted Kate slightly over his thighs, so that even harder, helping him with his pelvis, he could sit her back down. Or rather, thrust, primal, ruthless, penetrating almost to the head.
And then it was all mixed up. He stared and stared at her, growled and shouted, twisted and spun on his cock like a doll, quenching his intimate thirst, and she, helping them both with her heels and hands, screamed and shouted so that his ears rang.
And then came the orgasm, powerful, prolonged, falling in waves, twisting into a knot and knocking her out of breath. Their arms and legs cramped, and their lungs greedily gulped in the hot, moist air of the stall. And there was no such strength to let go of each other, and the warm, caressing shower splashed little by little on the profuse, breakthrough sweat...
- S...sto-op..." Castle hissed out, loosening his grip on the vibrating arms. And when Kate moved next to him, he just fell back onto the tiles and tiredly closed his eyes. His hand, however, fumbled for his lover, and Beckett immediately rolled up under his side. She snuggled tightly, her head against his shoulder and the fold of her leg against his thighs, and smiled dreamily.
- What?" Castle seemed to feel her smile with all his muscles. - Did I do... something... wrong?
- No... (Sighs) It's just... You haven't shown me the hot tub yet...