Chapter 16:

Taming the Tigress

It was amazing how Beckett and Castle found themselves able to make their way back to the house. Neither of them could seem to let go of the other long enough. Castle was still busy driving Beckett mad with his deliberately slow kisses, to which she would answer him with a grind of her hips. Castle was seriously debating picking up the pace, but he rationalized that he wanted their first time to be special. He had always wanted to make love to her for the first time in a bed, not against the door in a frenzy that was sure to leave them both empty.

No, he thought. She deserves much better than that. She deserves all the respect and love that I can give her, and even I know that soon, that will never be enough.

Beckett must have sensed the internal battle that was raging within him, for she broke away from him then, a look of confusion marring her beautiful features.

"Kate," he said, fighting to control his breathing. "We have to slow down. I want to make this good for you. If we keep going at this pace, we won't really enjoy it. That, and this new relationship between us means so much more to me than anything I've ever had in my entire life."

He respected her enough to slow down. Beckett was completely stunned. She thought that their first time together would be fast and hard against some unknown surface, and that they really would never make it to the bedroom.

She shook herself from those thoughts. This was the first time that she was admitting that she had thought of them in that particular situation. Sure, she might have thought about what dating Castle might actually be like, but she really hadn't gone into particular details. She was able to also admit that she also had sexual dreams about him, but before anything could really get started, she'd either have to get up for work, or something would wake her up somehow.

"I'm so afraid of screwing this up," she admitted. "I think I've wanted this for a while now, and I'm just beginning to allow myself to admit it. Do you know how many sleepless nights I have had because of you? I would have these very graphic dreams about us, but before there could be any resolution, I'd have to wake up."

"Really? Well, Let's see if we can make some of those dreams reality," he responded with a smirk. He kissed her deeply then, scooping her up and swallowing the squeal the move produced. He wanted to drive her crazy tonight, but it seemed that she also had plans of her own for him.

By the time they had made it to the bedroom, Beckett's mouth had made a wandering trail to his earlobe and was biting down on it gently. He almost dropped her in that instant, as intense pleasure coursed through him.

He backed her up against the wall next to the door, taking the time to put her down and situate himself against her between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, increasing the pleasure for both of them and eliciting moans from Kate. Kate had plans of her own, as she was working on getting Castle's shirt off. In their new position, however, she soon realized how difficult that simple action was. He was doing the most intimate things with his hips, setting her very core on fire and making her burn with need. He felt large where he pressed against her, to which she laughed at the thought. Although she was no stranger to sex, She had never had someone much larger than average. Size never mattered to Kate, but now she understood why Castle was so damn cocky.

Breaking their kiss, she tried to regain some of her composure.

"Take your shirt off," she demanded, giving him a wicked smile.

Pressing her further into the wall so that she didn't have to untangle herself, he grabbed the end of his shirt and yanked it upward and off. He tossed it away, placing his hands underneath her ass and backing up toward the bed.

However, Castle wasn't exactly "Mr. Coordinated". He miscalculated where the bed was, hitting the edge and sending the two of them flying. Castle managed to protect Kate from hitting the floor, but having her added weight crash down on top of him knocked the air out of his lungs.

Pushing herself up, Kate straddled him, allowing Castle the liberty of regaining his breath. Gradually, his breathing returned to normal, and he realized their predicament. She looked like a siren, sitting there perched atop him with a smirk on her face.

"Something amuse you, Detective?" he asked with a smile.

"Castle, when I signed on for this, I didn't exactly think you would try to kill us both."

"I can do better. That is, if you'll let me," he answered with a pout.

She didn't answer. Instead, she leaned down, shifting herself so that her core came into contact with his erection. She ground herself wantonly upon him, earning moans from them both as electric shocks of pleasure rocked them.

Castle was amazed at the effect that Beckett had on him. They weren't even naked yet, and already he was close. Reaching up to her, he pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in her black sports bra from earlier. Castle flipped them over finally, attempting to stand. As fun as having sex on the floor with Beckett might be, he didn't particularly want to be sore because of it. Getting up, he offered a hand to her, helping her up and pulling her close. He couldn't get enough of her.

Beckett sat down on the bed then, reaching out a hand to run a hand over the muscles that banded his chest and abdomen. He was remarkably fit for a person who always seemed to be sitting in a chair at his desk all day. His muscles rippled in response, and a low groan emitted from the back of Castle's throat. Rising to stand before him, her mouth blazed a hot trail over his collarbone. She placed gentle kisses on his chest, flicking her tongue over each nipple as she continued south, pausing to trace a ring around his navel. She fell to her knees before him as if in prayer, intending to disrobe him further when he stopped her.

"You're wearing too many clothes, Kate. I shouldn't be the only one enjoying this. Besides, if I let you take any more of my clothes off and touch me, this will be over way before we even get started. Let me do this for you."

Sighing in frustration, she rose to her feet again and plopped down gracelessly on the bed.

"Well, if you're not going to let me do anything to you, you'd better hurry up here and do something to me before I change my mind. I don't like to be kept waiting," she said.

Castle didn't need to be told twice what Beckett needed. He quickly climbed on the bed with her, pausing to look down at her. Part of him couldn't really fathom the fact that they were both here in this moment, about to become more intimate than they already were.

He began by brushing gentle kisses on her forehead, cheeks and chin, purposefully avoiding her lips because he knew that he would spend hours kissing her. As he continued exploring her body, he made mental notes of places that made her moan in pleasure. He gently peeled off her sports bra and drew a sharp intake of breath. He had always known that she was beautiful, but nothing had prepared him for this. Cherry colored nipples topped the globe of each breast. His mouth watered as he contemplated which of the two to sample first.

He kissed first one, then the other, his tongue darting out to flick the nipple until it hardened. He suckled a breast; his other hand wandering further south to divest her of the rest of her clothing. The noises she was making were driving him mad, and he wanted nothing more than to do something to make her scream. Switching to the other breast, he gave it the same attention the first received while rising to his knees to pull off her shorts. Realizing he had to pull away from her skin to do so, he released her breast with an audible pop, finally taking a look at her.

He didn't realize that he had stopped breathing until his lungs begged for oxygen. Her naked beauty took his breath away.

Beckett was a little embarrassed to be sitting there under Castle's gaze. He seemed to be taking his time to slowly look at every part of her and memorize the planes of her body, lest she disappear. She almost felt like she wanted to cover herself to hide from his intense gaze. As she moved to do so, he grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"Don't," he breathed. "You're breathtaking. I can't stand that you're so embarrassed about your beauty."

Her cheeks colored again. "Did you think of that one all by yourself, Castle?"

He resumed his earlier actions then, but this time with more fervor. He kissed her heart, feeling the strong heartbeat underneath his lips. That simple action nearly broke her. No one had ever done that to her before. He wasn't deterred, but instead kept traveling further south, leaving flames of fire burning in his wake. He covered her legs with small kisses, with his tongue occasionally dipping to sample skin.

She was moaning almost constantly now, and moving her hips almost as much. She was such a vision to watch, and part of him wished that he had a camera to take a picture of this moment. He kissed each of her feet and toes before crawling up the inside of her thighs slowly, driving her insane with the little kisses and nips. He breathed in the scent of her, loving how intoxicating and vulnerable she was as she lay before him.

How could one person be capable of turning her on this much? She had known that Castle would be an attentive lover, but she had no idea how much. She didn't know whether she wanted to close her eyes and anticipate his next move, or keep her eyes open and watch him as he pleasured her. However, as he parted her legs further to settle himself between them, her decision had unconsciously been made.

Castle looked at her. She was so open, so damn ready for him to take her. He had been trying his best to keep things slow for them both, but the slower he went, the faster he really wanted to go. He parted the lips of her pussy like a flower, giving one slow, exploratory lick in order to taste her. He happened to glance upward at her again the find that her eyes had slammed shut, and her hands were twisted around the sheets. He wanted honesty from her, craved it like he had ever done before. He gave her pussy an open mouthed kiss then, tongue darting between her folds to taste more of her. She tasted like a mixture of honey and strawberries. He decided he couldn't get enough of her. Bringing a hand to her, he gently thrust a finger inside, moving it slowly in and out while he redirected his mouth's efforts to her clit, alternating by flicking his tongue over it and sucking it into his mouth. Her juices flowed freely over his finger as he added another into the mix, spreading her wider for him as he did so. He couldn't believe how tight she was! Her internal muscles were clenching in a steady rhythm that had him wishing that he was inside of her. However, he pressed on, telling himself that his turn would come. Her hips were moving in a steady rhythm now, and it was becoming harder to keep up his mouth's ministrations because of it.

Her body was forming a light sheen of sweat now, and she could feel herself beginning to teeter over the edge of a delicious orgasm. He was adept at learning every spot on her body. This is how it was supposed to be. She could feel it simmering everywhere, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She felt him flick his fingers once, then twice against her G-spot, and then it began. Her pleasure intensified; her hands flew to his hair, hanging on to it for dear life as she fell over the cliff of her orgasm in ecstasy.

She keened his name as she came, eyes flying open, blind and unseeing. He loved every second of it. Her juices flowed freely from her, and he took the time to lap her clean to bring her down from her high. He rose to lie beside her, wrapping his arms around her to hold her as she recovered. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

When her breathing returned to normal, she looked at him and stretched, covering her mouth as she did so.

"Sleep, Kate. It's okay. I'll still be here when you wake up," Castle said.

"But you… we didn't….I didn't…you're still…" she tried, but Castle shushed her.

"We can worry about that later. We have all the time in the world, Kate. I've walked around with a constant hard on since the day I met you. I think a few more hours won't kill me."

Beckett smiled, rising up on an elbow to brush her lips over his.

"Thank you," she replied honestly before turning on her side and wrapping one of his arms around her.

She had never felt so loved and protected as she did right then. This was the last thought she had before sleep claimed her.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I have been writing up a storm and had to split everything up into multiple chapters, or else this would have been entirely too long. Hope you enjoyed this next installment. There were times when I had to literally walk away because some of the imagery was a little much for me. This was also the first time I have ever written anything resembling smut. I hope I did well! I love you all and your input in reviews!