This is what happened the night after the undercover operation, the M details that were left out in the previous chapter. It is not necessary to read this chapter to complete the story, but many of you did 'beg' for the continuation so here it is. Hope it lives up to your expectations. Enjoy.
4.
Lying awake, alone in her bed, mind racing as a myriad of memories flood her senses, she can almost still feel a certain author's capable hands encompassing her body, bringing her to peaks of pleasure she could not have fathomed a few short nights ago. His fingers creating such tantalizing sensations, it sends her body to seemingly unreachable peaks. Peaks unlike she has ever experienced with anyone else.
Knowing she has to get some sleep as he'll be in his chair, by her desk, bright-eyed and ready tomorrow for what ever she has to offer, what ever the day brings, she tries to relax. He'll likely even beat her to work, although she knows he's probably getting as little sleep as her tonight. She wants to share a bed with him every night, forever, but it all seems too fast. Some would argue, Lanie specifically, it's been almost four years in the making, but staying with him every night means she'd basically be living with him and that's just all too real and too fast for her. This next plateau in their relationship was sort of forced due to a surprise undercover operation, but knowing her, perhaps it's what she needed to push her over the edge, into his patiently awaiting arms. Whatever happens, they both need to get some sleep so she turns in an attempt to get comfortable.
In the midst of awaiting slumber, thoughts of Castle's hands caressing every inch of her wanton body dissolve into her mind, melding with her exhaustion, but oh the things they did to one another after the undercover mission was wrapped up….
Her mind replays every moment of it as she lingers on the precipice of sleep. Moving into his room, they just took a moment to look at one another, both seeing the love, desire and happiness shine within the other's eyes. She still hadn't uttered the words, but oh she felt them with every embrace of his fingers. Standing directly behind her, he slowly began to unzip her almost backless dress, oh she loves these side-zipping dresses she thought as his hands brush the edge of her breast and linger momentarily while slowly drawing the zipper downward. Sliding the material gently over her shoulders and down her arms makes her skin aware of every millimeter it touches as it slips lower, lower, lower, until gently resting in a pool at her feet, sending a chill cascading down her arms.
She hadn't worn her matching black lace bra that night as her dress simply wouldn't accommodate it. Not overly chested, she enjoyed being able to get away with that from time to time. Especially knowing the slightest chill on the breeze would bring her nipples to a bud, driving Castle mad. She has many tools at her discretion with her mystifying good looks and perfectly sculpted body, but she never reveled in taking advantage of it like she has since meeting Castle. He looked at her with such adoration in his eyes, more than anyone else ever had. Of course, there was always lust as well, hiding just behind the devotion, but she could forgive that. He was a red-blooded man after all and she knew what her looks and her body did to men, especially him and especially when she put even a small amount of effort behind it like she had at the nightclub. She can still feel his eyes locked onto her swaying body, the lights flashing around her making it all so seductive.
Feather light fingertips begin tracing their way around her ears, down the back of her neck, across her shoulders, over her ribs and around to draw small patterns on her stomach. Her muscles clench and dance in a trail behind his touch, with each graze, each design.
She never knew sensations like this existed, but she has to get her senses back in check. His large hands now cupping her breasts as his lips follow her neckline make ceasing his ministrations almost incomprehensible. It finally formulates as one thought; being in love makes the tactility so much more intimate. She gets such delight at her neck being dandled from behind, but it's her turn to have her wicked way with him and have it, she will…eventually.
His lips move over her flesh in a practiced motion, his talented mouth making mush of her insides, her thoughts. His hands are everywhere, seemingly at once and she's forgotten the reason she followed him into his room in the first place. She had a purpose, intent; she knows she did, but it's all lost as his fingers descend, taking residence upon her swollen nub, causing her to call his name on a moan of pleasure as she throws her head back onto his shoulder. His other arm wrapped tightly around her, holding her back to his chest, keeping her from falling as he puts his back against the wall. Continuing the onslaught of mouth and tongue on her neck and shoulders he slips his hand beneath her lace and a finger into her wet heat as she bucks her hips forward, asking for more. Adding a second finger to her sheath, he moves them in, out and around, finding a rhythm that seems to excite her every nerve ending in perfect harmony. Riding his fingers as his thumb rubs circles on her clit she feels herself begin to quiver around him. He's supporting the majority of her weight now, her body putty in his skilled hands. His tongue grazing her earlobe, his breath whispering, "cum for me," as his fingers curl to meet her sweet spot within is all the coercion she needs. Her orgasm hits her like a lightening bolt, sending electricity dancing through her core and stars flashing behind her eyelids. The slick sheen of sweat covering her skin causes him to grip her tighter, curving his fingers so perfectly, intensifying the titillation bombarding her every fiber with passion. As the final waves overcome her then subside he withdraws his fingers as she gathers her wits and plants her feet more firmly on the ground, willing her spent muscles into action.
Calling upon her entire arsenal of strength, she twists in his arms until she's facing him. Using her mouth, her tongue, she begins to caress his chin, then his neck, moving her way down his chest. Her agile fingers work their way deftly down his buttons, well what's left of them anyway, allowing her mouth to kiss a trail as the shirt falls away, exposing his well defined, masculine chest. Swiping her tongue out, following with teeth, she just grazes his nipple. His once relaxed body, his recovering muscles, now tense beneath her touch, urging her on as her fingers take up temporary residence just inside the waist at his lower back. She can feel the dip leading her towards his perfectly sculpted ass and has the deep-ceded urge to squeeze, but quells it, instead gliding her digits around the sides and to the front. His abdomen bunching and jerking, she proceeds to unbutton and unzip his pants then releases, allowing the loose slacks to fall to his ankles. Fondling the sides of his silk boxers she slides them down his legs, fingernails scraping gently as she goes, leaving excited flesh in their wake. Her heart swells at the pleasure she's enticing from him as she runs her palm down his fully erect shaft, stopping to pay special attention to the glistening head. With his legs shaking lightly, a sharp intake of breath makes her smile. Running her nails along his ribs and down his hips, she drops to her knees before him. With eyes closed he never sees it coming until her tongue gives an agonizingly slow stroke along the length of his impressive rod in its full glory. He mumbles something unintelligibly and she's glad his back is still braced against the wall. While one hand kneads his sack, the other steadies his cock as she takes him into the warmth of her mouth. Just the tip at first, then she slowly encompasses him, inch by inch, until he's ceded at the back of her throat where she allows her muscles to relax, slowly taking him to the hilt until he's yelling, "OMG, Kate." Grasping his ass like she craved earlier, his hips involuntarily begin to pump in and out and in again. With each thrust she takes him down her throat just enough to accept every luscious inch of him. As his movements become erratic, he stutters, "Kate, stop…I'm going to…Christ Kate, I can't …oh God! Trying to pull back, she locks onto his hips with iron strength, his cock so deep in her mouth his loins rest against her cheeks as she works her throat, contracting around his sensitive head until he involuntarily sprays his hot seed directly down her throat on a guttural cry of fruition. With his entire body shaking, she pulls back just as his knees buckle, bringing his big frame to the floor, allowing their foreheads to meet. Resting against one another, she runs her hands through his damp hair until his trembling subsides, his breathing calms and he speaks. "My God, Kate, how did you… where did…did you take a class in the art of blowjobs because I've never experienced anything like that in my life?"
With a wicked, yet playful, grin, "Still so many layers to unpeel, Ricky."
With that same sinful glint in her eye and a devilish grin on her face, she pulls him up on wobbly legs and leads him to the bed. Realizing she's never seen his room before, she regards it with a smile as they both lay collapsed on the bed, their bodies sated to a jell-o like state. No words are spoken, or needed, as they begin to drift off within each other's warm embrace. Only once interrupted by a text from Lanie, who is, by the way, going to demand all the saucy details tomorrow. They laugh then Kate smiles as she snuggles into Castle's chest, right where she's longed to be for so long.
Waking some 9 hours later, it occurs to her she's just experienced the most restful slumber she can remember since she was a child. Not even nights after copious amounts of alcohol has she slept so soundly and they didn't even get to the intercourse. As she mulls over every detail it breaks through her sleep-fogged mind, the reason she awakened from such a deep, restful slumber is the full-body massage she's receiving from her partner, his fingers doing a pirouette of magic against her flesh. Thanking God for the small favor of being off work today, she can already feel her body responding to him like a dry throat to water, a flower to the sun…ah hell, she's become a sappy love-struck teenager in less than 24 hours. In a sultry voice as she turns to kiss him, "Be careful, you're spoiling me and I could quickly become accustomed to being awakened this way."
"Well, detective, there's proof, you truly are one of New York's finest. You have uncovered my nefarious plan before even fully awake." With a sparkle in his eye he disappears under the covers, kissing his way up her inner thigh all the way to her…
Ding, Ding, Ding… she's pulled from reliving their impassioned coupling by the chiming of her phone signaling a new text message. "Good morning, Kate."
Coming back to reality and realizing she's home, alone, suddenly her bed is cold, but not empty, never empty again as Castle's presence surrounds her at all times now, physically, mentally, emotionally. The loneliness and seclusion she thought were her future no longer exist, for her, for him, for them… whatever you want to call the combination of the two of them, because they are a them, a we, an us from this day forward and forever.
Always.
Thanks so much for reading. I hope you have enjoyed the short journey. I also want to give thanks all the reviewers who have been so kind. You've made me smile and laugh and I look forward to all future comments as well.