"It's not funny, Kate." He begins, "Being caught by your mother and daughter, half naked, in an elevator!"
She turns, trying to contain her laughter, "You're right, Castle. It's not funny.'' Her shoulders shake with the effort.
He rips his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. "This is so gonna cost me." He mutters, following her. Kate stands in front of the counter, attempting to pour them each a glass of wine, still trying to contain her amusement.
"Hope this doesn't affect your ability to perform, Castle. Because I'd really like to continue what we started." She feels him move in closer behind her, his breaths heavy and hot against her neck.
"Oh we're definitely finishing, Kate."
There is a small space separating them, but she could feel the heat radiating from his bare chest through the fabric of her dress. It seeps its way down her spine with such intensity She feels like she's on fire, a bead of sweat runs down her neck. He sucks it off her skin.
Her moan echoes through the loft, his arms wrap around her, pulling her up tight against him. "Not going to be an issue." He insists, grinding into her. "Do you know how bad I want you, Beckett?"
He leans down and bites her neck then soothes it with his tongue, slipping one leg between hers and nudging her feet apart. He reaches around her finding the opening in her dress, he drags his fingertips slowly up the inside of her thigh, feeling her leg twitch.
"Now, do we do this fast and dirty, right here?" He asks, as he slides two fingers inside her, he pulls the wetness up, circling fast over her clit. "Or." He continues, "Do we move this to the bedroom? Take our time? Go slow and easy." His fingers are barely moving, "Make it last a long, long time?"
Her hands grip the counter, she needs more, more pressure, more friction. He feels her hips tilt forward onto his hand so he stops completely and she tosses her head back against his shoulder, whimpering in frustration.
"I need an answer, Kate. Fast?" He says, his fingers moving quickly over her, bringing her right to the edge, "Or slow?" He says his fingers moving a tantalising slower pace.
She grabs his wrist, yanking his hand away and turns in his arms, standing up on her toes, her fingers locking together behind his neck, she pulls his face down to her own. Her eyes are filled with desire and she kisses him hard, her lips crushed against his.
Her mouth opens under his and he bites on her bottom lip. She moans into his mouth and he soothes it over with his tongue, then slides it across the roof of her mouth. He goes to retreat but she traps the tip of his tongue between her teeth and then flicks her own up and down against it.
His hands come up, grabbing the back of her head and she releases his tongue then pulling back slightly. Kate slides her tongue leisurely across his lips and Castle groans, the meaning of her actions registering in his lust addled brain.
He slides his arm under her knees, picking her up heading into their bedroom.
He stops beside the bed lowering her to the floor, turning her so her back faces him. He tilts her head down, his hand coming up to slowly unzip the dress. It falls to the floor and she steps out of it clad only in her panties and fishnets.
Castle reaches up and carefully removes the pins from her hair, setting free the curls to cascade down her back. He reaches up with his right hand, running his fingers through her hair. He continues up extending his fingers gently, rubbing her scalp, his thumb massaging her neck.
His other arm wraps around her pulling her in close he glides his fingers across her stomach feeling the muscles tense underneath his fingertips. Circling her navel then up the center of her chest, over one breast and then the other, barely skimming over her nipples.
She grabs his hand and puts it back over her breast placing her hand on top of his taking his thumb and finger between hers, she squeezes his fingers, making him squeeze her nipple, their moans intermingling.
Castle turns her then and kneels down in front of her. He lifts one foot and rests it on his thigh, Kate leans forwards watching, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. His eyes focus on hers, reaching up he unhooks the garter and slowly rolls down the stocking.
Her breath catches in her throat and her hands close, nails digging into her palms, she's fighting with herself. She wants to grab his head and put it where she needs it, but she also wants to let him continue his sweet torture.
He slides the stocking off and lowers her foot to the floor, he repeats the process with the other leg, except after he removes the stocking he doesn't let go. He starts at her ankle circling with his tongue and he begins his ascent on the inside of her calf.
He's biting and kissing his way up her leg until he reaches the vee at the top. He needs to taste, so he presses his tongue flat against her. He licks her through the opening of the crotchless panties he has yet to remove remove. He breathes in deeply, cherries, intermingled with her own unique scent, washing over him.
"You smell amazing, Kate." He tells her and he lays the same attention to her other leg.
By the time he's finished removing her panties her limbs are trembling, barely able to support her weight. She pulls him up, her fingers digging into his biceps. He steps towards her backing her up until she falls onto the bed.
He stands there taking her in, her hair spread across the sheet, her eyes glassy,, one arm thrown back above her head, fingers clutching the sheet. Her other hand down between her legs, her two middle fingers inside her, palm rubbing against her clit. Her feet flat against the mattress, legs bent spread wide apart, her hips arched off the bed.
"You are so fucking sexy." He growls as he strips off his pants. He lays down next to her, he can tell she's close and he places his hand over hers. The heel of his hand pressing down on the back of hers, he slides his fingers inside her, her hips coming up off the bed their hands move as one taking her higher and higher.
He feels her walls begin to ripple around them and she inhales deeply as her orgasm washed over her. His name escapes her lips as she rides it out. He goes to move his hand away, the slight pressure of his hand against hers rubs over her clit.. Her body is overly stimulated from his teasing earlier and she feels like she's on fire.
The blood is coursing through her body and it's all headed down, pooling low in her belly. She knows it won't take much for her to fall over the edge. She curses and brings up her other hand and places it on top of his.
"Don't you dare take your hand away." She growls.
He feels her tightening on his fingers, "Let go, Kate." He breathes hot into her ear. She turns her head, her mouth seeking his.
"Kiss me, Rick." She begs.
His lip crush against as her walls ripple over his hand. She feels his erection pressing into her leg, reaching down she takes him in her 's hard and heavy in her palm. She strokes him up and down a few groans into her mouth, the sound of that groan and the feel of him, heavy in her hand, floods her with wetness.
"I need to be inside you, Kate."
She pulls him on top of her, her fingers still wrapped around him, he hovers above her, hands braced each side of her head, his arms straight. She wraps her legs around his waist, rubbing him up and down over her slit.
Her other hand is tickling up and down the length of his erection. He throws his head back taking in the sensations she's putting him through.
"Shit Kate, I need to be inside you."
Moving her hands away she grips her legs tighter around his waist drawing him inside her. She holds him there, deep inside, both revelling in the feeling of finally being joined together.
He leans forward placing a gentle kiss to her lips.
They begin to move together slowly, both breathing out the others name. There's no need to rush, they have all night.
Besides whatever Lola wants, Lola gets. He's more than ready to give in. And tonight he's making sure she gets exactly what she wants.