A/N: Friendly reminder that this chapter is rated M.
Kate mewled and crashed her lips to his when he slipped a hand underneath her dress and between her legs, the heat of his fingertips burning through the lace of her underwear.
"Off," she growled, dropping her hands to his pants and clawing at his belt, her dexterous fingers having the buttons and zipper undone within seconds.
His pants fell around his ankles the same time the scrap of her underwear slipped to the floor. The skirt of her dress was rucked up around her waist and Kate used the freedom to hook her leg high around his thigh once again. Her hand slithered down to close around his length, the width of him filling her palm and making her swallow hard in anticipation and maybe a hint of apprehension. This would be her first time in a while and he had always qualified as the largest she'd ever had.
"Kate," he murmured through his teeth after a few seconds of her caressing him, memorizing the weight of him so heavy and thick in her hand, and oh, she liked the sound of her name grinding past his lips like that.
She guided him to her entrance, let him tease her for just a moment by stroking his tip through her folds, and then he slowly pushed into her, filling her inch by inch as if he knew her body would need the chance to adjust. As if he remembered.
A part of her found it sweet, but she didn't want sweet. Nothing about this was sweet. It was wrong, a mistake, and it needed to start feeling like one.
Once he was fully immersed in her body, she rocked forward, bit down on his shoulder to muffle the moan the movement elicited. She was balancing on the ball of her foot, gripping tightly to his back, when his hands came under her thighs and hoisted her body into his arms. She whimpered, resisting the urge to cry out, and dug her nails into his shoulder blades at the change in angle, the way he thrust deeper and how her body made a satisfying thump against the door.
"Feel familiar?" he mumbled against the bone of her cheek.
There was a hint of a smile curling at his lips and she turned her head, captured his mouth and bit down hard on his bottom lip so he would stop talking.
It was all hard and fast then, up against the door of his fancy hotel suite, and it was so good, so good she could have sworn she saw stars bursting behind her eyelids as she fell from the edge with him.
He had to hold her up for a few long moments afterwards, before she forced her feet to the ground and meandered her way through the living space and over to the luxurious king sized bed identical to hers across the hall. Across the hall was where she should have been going right now, but it had been an unspoken understanding between them that the night wasn't over and wouldn't end for a while, and he confirmed it for her when he followed her into the bedroom.
If she had been watching from her laptop, she would have a perfect view of the two of them as he unzipped her dress, taking his time dragging the zipper down her spine, touching each newly revealed piece of skin with his scalding fingertips. The thought caused her blood to simmer.
He toyed with the lace edges of her bra as he trailed his fingers around her ribs, stroking the heaving bones with reverence before migrating to her back to unhook the clasp. She shoved his hand out of the way once the straps slipped from her shoulders, removed the lingerie from her chest and tossed it towards the doorway so that she was standing completely naked in front of him while he remained almost fully clothed in his boxers and open dress shirt.
"Take your clothes off," she commanded, prepared to crawl onto the bed, but he grabbed her by the waist to still her, stealing her control, and then he was kneeling between her legs.
He shrugged his shirt from his shoulders and held her by the hips once he was finally naked from the waist up. He stared up at her as he released a purposeful exhale of heated breath onto her center, shooting arousal to her core and she was so achingly wet, she wondered if the evidence would begin to drip down her thighs.
A shiver traveled up from her toes, sending a noticeable tremble through her legs, and then his mouth was on her.
She gasped his name – his real name – and twined her fingers in his hair as his tongue slicked through her folds. She hadn't expected to be so responsive to him, especially after they'd just had sex against a door mere minutes ago, but he knew exactly how to touch her, as if he already had her learned and memorized.
He knew how fast, how hard, how much pressure - what she liked. She hated it, hated him, but she never wanted him to stop.
He devoted his tongue to her clit, swirling and sucking, causing keening noises to swell in her throat while his fingers teased at her entrance. She attempted to quell the building whimpers as he slid one inside her, then another, moving in and out, curling and coaxing her closer to release. Her nails scored at the back of his neck, but she didn't have the voice to apologize, didn't think he would accept it by the way his mouth worked her over with growing vigor.
The pleasure sizzled and overflowed, the ripple of her orgasm racing through her bloodstream, and he pulled away just before it became painful, stood up and caught her when she swayed.
Kate lifted on her toes when her limbs no longer trembled, caught his lips and moaned at the prominent taste of herself in his mouth. He guided her down to the bed, still kissing her with languid attentiveness, and she swept her nails up and down the smooth plains and valleys of his back, fingers lingering over the muscles that jumped at her touch.
He was hard against her thigh, his length hot and throbbing, ready once more, but he didn't draw attention to it, didn't rush her, and she wished he would, wished he was a jackass like he led the public to believe. It would make things so much easier.
"Kate."
She glanced up at him, realized her gaze had been following the path of her fingers. "Yeah?"
"You're - I'm glad you're here."
Her lips curled shyly. "Me too."
It was the worst possible thing to say, but in the dim lighting of his hotel room with his warm body atop hers, it was too easy to be honest.
"What if-"
She pushed gently on his chest, nudged him onto his back and rose on her knees to settle in a graceful straddle above him.
"We'll talk later, okay?"
She didn't mean it, but he believed her, and for the first time in awhile, she felt guilty for lying.
He wiped the guilt from her mind with his hands on her breasts, fingers sweeping over her erect nipples, causing her spine to bow. He smirked, proud of himself, and she undulated her hips, stealing the smirk away, forcing his eyes to slam shut instead.
She rocked over him until her arousal coated them both and Castle looked like he was about to combust.
"Kate," he growled, bruising fingers digging into her hipbones. "I need - you can't - you're going to kill me."
She chuckled, but shifted over him, sinking down, taking him back inside, and watching in something close to fascination at the parting of his lips, the roping tendons bulging in his neck, and the work of his jaw as he struggled to breathe through the engulfing heat of her. She wanted to take the time to map his body, to learn exactly how to drive him insane with her touch, but she leaned back instead, maneuvering her hands behind her and bracing them on his thighs, using the muscles of his legs for purchase.
The change in angle caused him to curse, thrust into her with less control, and she released a staggering breath at the abrupt stroke, let her head fall back and her eyes screw shut.
"Fuck." She listened to him grunt, suddenly feeling his hands on the expanding branches of her ribs, remaining there as her body worked over his. "You're gorgeous."
A whine caught in her throat as he sat up, bent his knees to support her back, and her hands slipped from his thighs, reached for his shoulders when he encouraged her forward into his lap. She buried her face in the slick curve of his neck as they rocked into one another, smothering the demeaning sounds of her soft cries in his sweat stained skin.
It was too intimate, too personal, and she attempted to shove him to his back once more. But he murmured something against her temple, dropped a kiss to her damp hair before he rolled them over. She groaned at the change, wondered if her body would eventually explode from all the differentiating movements and the heightened sensation of him moving inside her each time.
She was so painfully close now, teetering on the edge of explosion; his strokes were deep, powerful, and her inner muscles were contracting around him fiercely, but she needed more.
"Talk," she rasped, digging her nails into his shoulder and jerking hard into the bracket of his hips when he slid a hand under her back, splayed his palm over the base of her spine, and pressed her in tighter against him.
"What?" he forced out along her temple, his rhythm not faltering as he lifted his head to see her.
"Your - your voice. I like your voice. It makes it even - better," she confessed, unsure whether her cheeks were flushed from embarrassment or the titillating dance of their bodies.
"You're beautiful," he offered into the hollow of her throat, throwing words like coins in a wishing well, but she moaned, shook her head as his thrusts grew faster and the exquisite friction increased.
"Real words. Better words," she breathed around the ragged sob building in her chest.
He hauled her leg higher at his torso, positioned her knee so that it was near his shoulder and her toes were curling into his ribs, and drove impossibly deeper, hit her in just the right spot and she could feel the beginnings of her control unraveling.
"Castle."
"Extraordinary," he choked on the word. "Thought about you so many times - God, Kate - just wanted you so many times."
Her spine jolted and her body seized, the paralyzing wave of release washing over and leaving her to drown in a sea of euphoria Castle soon followed her into.
They lay liquidized, boneless and entwined together, the harsh rasps of their breathing and the wild pounds of their hearts the only sounds in the room. She relished it, closed her eyes to the warm weight of him sealed to her, the intimacy of sharing sweat and breath and heartbeats.
He was the first to speak.
"That was amazing."
She cracked an eye open to see him lifted on his elbows again, gazing down at her mystified.
She dusted her lips over the nearest stretch of skin she could reach, his forearm, and hummed loose and sated. "It was."
"But you look sad," he murmured a minute later, brushing her hair back from her face, and she was so exhausted, she nuzzled into his touch, let him pull her in close to his chest as he settled beside her.
"Just tired," she sighed, pressing her cheek over his clavicle, curling her fingers over his sternum, feeling his heartbeat keeping a steady throb under her touch.
She should get up, gather her clothes and make her exit before he could convince her otherwise, but he was warm and stroking gentle fingers through her hair and she couldn't fight the languorous calls of sleep.