CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: More
Waking slowly, she looks over and sees Rick packing. The play of his muscles under his shirt intrigue her. The pull of his pants over his tight butt arouse her. Unaware of her scrutiny, he continues to fold and pack his clothes into the suitcase, the graceful motions of his body causing her heart to clench with love. This time together has been so idyllic. She's deeply in love with this man. And she wouldn't have it any other way.
"I don't want to leave." The words escape before she has time to censor them.
Looking up in surprise, Rick looks over at Kate. Still wrapped up in the sheets, she lounges on the bed, relaxed in a way he's never seen before. Unguarded, sleepy, she's stunning. His mouth goes dry just looking at her and his thoughts stutter, disjointed, as his senses overload on the vision before him.
"You don't?" he asks, hesitantly. She must be messing with him. Kate just doesn't play hooky. It's not in her nature.
"No. I don't." She says firmly. Impulsively, quickly, before she can change her mind, she continues. "Do you have to get back?"
"Are you serious?" He asks, hope in his voice.
"Yeah. I am." With a little twinkle in her eye, she sits up, unconcerned that the sheet has slipped down to her waist. Completely comfortable in her skin, she watches him, waiting for his answer.
Hesitating, considering, he mentally reviews his schedule. There's nothing urgent. He can move a few things around. Suddenly realizing what she's asking for, he smiles. She wants to spend more time with him. Alone. Away from everyone. Now that's something he can get behind.
Before he can answer, he sees a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she begins running her hands around her breasts, teasing herself, and him, a little taste of what she has in mind for some of their time together.
Momentarily distracted, he watches her, caught up in her actions, ready to join her. He almost forgets their conversation. Belatedly realizing she's still waiting for his answer, he responds. "No. I uh, I don't have to get back right away." Anything he had scheduled can wait forever as far as he's concerned. "But what about you. Aren't you scheduled to work?"
Watching him watching her, she continues to languidly play with her body as she continues the conversation, the husky tone of her voice and pebbled nipples giving away her arousal, her need. "I have some time coming to me. I've already taken the last couple of days. What's a few more?" she asks, a quirk of her eyebrow.
"Okay. I'll change our flight. When do you want to go back?"
"Let's make it Monday. I want this time with you." Kicking off the covers, she continues to tease and arouse them both with her actions, the predatory gleam in her eye causing an answering rush in his loins.
Holding up his hand in a stop motion, he picks up the phone, momentarily closing his eyes while he jumps on the chance to prolong their trip.
"Hi. This is Richard Castle. Yes, I'll hold."
Left in limbo, he turns back to her, mind racing with the possibilities, already planning ways to spoil and indulge her. Watching him watching her, Kate deliberately, slowly, trails one hand down her chest and over her stomach, while still playing with her nipple with her other hand. Spreading her legs, she lets out a little moan as her fingers separate her folds, drawing moisture up and over her clit as she begins circling it, deliberately pleasuring herself for him.
Flushing, aroused, he takes a step towards her. "What? Oh yeah. Hi. Um, this is Richard Castle. I'd, um, I'd like to extend our stay until Monday." Pausing, he waits. "Great. Thank you."
Hurriedly tossing the phone into the cradle, he shucks his shirt as he moves to the bed and hastily discards his pants, almost tripping as he rushes over to Kate, eager to get in on the action.
"Nuh-uh." She shakes her head as he reaches out to her, stopping him in his tracks. "Do you know how many times over the past few years I woke up aching for you?" she begins, eyes locked on his, her playful, teasing mood catching his attention. The low, husky tone of her voice sends shivers down his spine. Carefully not touching her, he sits on the bed next to her, so close he can feel the heat coming off her body, as he watches her, unbearably aroused.
"I'd lie in bed and think about you, wanting your hands on me, touching me, just like this." With a soft moan, she pinches her nipple harder while her other hand continues to work her clit, circling, sliding, arousing her further, her hips setting up a little rhythm as she gets more into what she's doing. A pink flush spreads over her torso and chest as her excitement grows.
"I'd imagine your hands on me, your thick fingers stroking me, filling me." Eyes heavy with desire, voice husky, she confesses. "I'd wonder just how you looked…what you tasted like….what you'd feel like….your hands and your tongue on me...your cock...hot and hard...inside me. I'd wonder how big you were. What it would feel like to have you stretch and fill me. I wanted you so badly back then. At night I'd spend hours thinking about you, about us, doing this. I'd get myself off as I'd wonder if you'd take me standing over my desk...or yours...and imagine how it would feel to have you pounding into me, your breath hot on my neck as you fucked me from behind. Or what it would feel like to have you go down on me, your mouth hot and open against me, the feel of your fingers inside of me as your tongue worked me and brought me to a climax. And I wanted so badly to feel you. To touch you through your pants, feel you grow hard in my hand before I opened your pants and went down on you in the stairwell. I'd imagine the feel your cock hot and heavy in my hand, and I'd open up and suck you deep inside of me, testing your length, feeling you at my mercy, wanting to taste your salty flavor as I suck you off. I had so many fantasies about us. I wanted to climb on top of you and ride you hard, take you inside my body and feel my breasts in your mouth. I could almost feel you pushing up into me, filling me. And how it would feel to be dominated by you. To feel you pushing me into the mattress, pounding into me. I wanted you everywhere I looked. Up against the wall. In the bath, the shower, the elevator. I wanted to fuck you hard and fast. To take you without mercy, and be taken. And to make love with you, gently, drawing it out, spending hours in bed with you, exploring your body while you explored mine. If you can imagine it, I wanted to do it. With you. And now that I've had you, I can't get enough of you. I'm never gonna stop."
Drawn in by her words, unbearably aroused, he moves closer. As she spoke, Rick unconsciously began touching himself, running his hand up and down his cock, eyes locked on her, seduced by her words, hypnotized by the vision of Kate pleasuring herself, mind spinning with fantasies of all the ways he wants her, latching onto her fantasies and making them his own. Never in his wildest dreams could he have pictured her like this, with him, sharing her most intimate thoughts about them. Wanting everything at once, dying to touch her, feel her, he waits, letting her control the moment.
"But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times I satisfied myself, there was something I couldn't do."
Fingers working feverishly now, body on the brink of explosion, she looks at him, as she watches and waits, unbearably aroused by the sight of him working himself with his hand, his cock bobbing in time to his movements. She sees he's getting worked up, the flush on his face as he watches her betraying him even as he pays more attention to what she's doing than his own pleasure. Somehow, laying herself bare in the full light of day while she masturbates in front of him, sharing her fantasies with him, feels more intimate than anything they've done before. Inexorably drawn in by him, she's compelled to bare herself to him completely, emotionally, physically, mentally. She can't hold back any more and feels her first orgasm hit her as she watches him, drawn to share this with him, wanting him to see how even the idea of being with him satisfies her.
"What's that?" he finally asks, belatedly realizing she is waiting for his response, that she's confessing something more that she needs from him.
"I couldn't be you. My fingers weren't enough. My fantasies weren't enough. I need you. Come here, Rick. Touch me."
Removing her fingers from her core, she brings them to his mouth, where he sucks them in, gently licking them, the erotic play of his tongue over her fingers exquisite torture, the taste of her pulling a moan of desire from him. "I want you, Rick. Only you." Pulling him in on top of her, she moans in delight as she feels the soft friction of his chest hair against her overly sensitive breasts, even as she instinctively opens her legs and aligns her body to his, the hot pulse of his arousal bobbing against her causing her body to clench in anticipation.
"You're killing me." He manages to groan out, before leaning over, his mouth nipping and biting on its journey towards her mouth. Reaching his destination, he seals his mouth to hers even as he holds himself against her carefully, wanting to prolong everything. Plundering her mouth, he groans as he tastes her musky flavor, tongues tangling, undone by her. The dance of her fingers along his cock pull another groan from him. Unerringly, his fingers find her, lightly teasing, tracing her seam, gently rubbing her clit. Mimicking her earlier movements, he sends her up and over in a heartbeat, her body already primed and ready as he swallows the moan that tears from her.
"You know what else you couldn't do?" he murmurs softly, knowing she'll give him anything, let him do anything. "This."
Moving south, spreading her legs wide, his fingers lightly play along her thighs as he settles in and latches onto her. Tongue working her furiously, he plunges two fingers into her, teasing out her g spot as he suckles and nibbles at her slick core. Her body bucks uncontrollably, the feel of his thick fingers filling her, stroking her, driving her higher and higher as he works her furiously. The sloppy rhythm of her hips betrays just how far gone she is. Humming with satisfaction as she squirms beneath him, he ruthlessly drives her into another climax. Her body's on fire as she grinds against him, her nerves overly sensitized by everything he's doing, unwilling and unable to stop the flood of sensations through her, she lets go, taking everything he's offering. It's never been like this. Her body is so responsive and primed she can almost come on command. Lost in pleasure, she rides the sensations mindlessly.
"More." She pleads. "I need you. All of you."
Scooting up onto his knees even as he continues to pleasure her, he sucks on her clit hard once, twice, flicking it with his tongue. He feels her body clenching his fingers in response, her orgasm continuing to flow around him. Unable to resist any longer, he postures up and spreads her legs wide. Lost in her gaze, equally mindless with need, he rams himself home, impaling her.
"Oh God. Yes. Don't stop!" she manages to stutter out, everything in her reaching for him, responding to him. Unable to hold back any longer, he begins pounding into her, driven mad by the silky feel of her wrapped around him, the feel of her hands clutching his ass and pulling him into her with every thrust driving him on. He's locked tightly inside of her, a willing prisoner as they ride the storm together, giving and taking with every fiber of their being before he explodes, a heated rush filling her. Her body writhes in ecstasy, as she clamps down on him in an orgasm so intense its almost painful. Feeling like she's on the verge of passing out, she clutches at him, holding him tightly to her, her heart racing in time with his. She never wants to let go. The feel of his body crushing her into the bed adds to the intense feelings of satisfaction racing through her, the pleasure so intense she won't move for hours if given a choice.
Chest heaving, sweat dribbling down his back, Rick's arms shake with the effort of holding himself up even a little, trying not to crush her as his system overloads with the feel and taste of her around him. Shaken to his core, the most intense feelings he's ever experienced race through him. Undone by her, he tries to get himself under control, relaxing his body into hers bit by bit as he rebuilds his shattered emotions, overwhelmed with love. Opening his eyes, he seeks out her gaze, stunned into silence by their coupling. His eyes latch onto hers, silently communicating that she's everything to him. A soft smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she watches him. Eyes soft with love for him, she reaches up and pulls his mouth to hers, kissing him gently, softly, lovingly.
"I love you." Soft kisses reassure him even as her hands soothe him, softly rubbing up and down his back, letting him know he's safe, loved. "You're amazing." she murmurs between kisses, the intimacy they've created together driving her to speak. "So amazing. I love you." Repeating herself, sweet nothings perfuming the air as she cuddles and soothes him, she lets her emotions run free, unable to stop touching him and telling him how she feels.
Recovering slowly, amazed, overwhelmed, wrapped in her love, he rolls them gently to the side, cuddling her into him, looking deep in her eyes, everything she's feeling exposed to his gaze. Softly, tenderly, he speaks. Words which usually flow so easily come slowly in the moment. Finally, reverently, he tells her, "I love you, Kate."
Tracing her hand along his jaw, she kisses him again, slowly. "I know, Rick. You're amazing. We're amazing. Better than I could ever imagine. I don't want this to ever end."
"Me neither." Kissing her again, he pulls her in even closer. Softly, bravely, he tells her his deepest desire, the words pulled from him, laced with emotion, a heartfelt confession. "I want to marry you, Kate. I want to be yours forever."
Slowly, surely, a brilliant smile creeps over her face, as she looks him deep in the eyes. "I'd like that."