Her alarm went off at six a.m. that morning and Rick nearly said a very bad word before he rolled over and flopped his arm over Kate's stomach. She was rousing from sleep and turned her alarm off, not making an attempt to get out of bed just yet. The weight of his arm and the warmth from his body were too enticing to give up.

Instead, she just watched him for a moment. His hair was limp in his face, his jaw was slack and his breathing was deep. He was quite a handsome man. She snuggled into him, moving down in the bed and rolling so that his arm slung over her neck and her back was pressed against him.

Waking up enough to roll to his side and properly spoon his new wife, Rick grumbled, "You gotta work today?"

"Yeah, I do," she whispered. "No case, but paperwork. Always paperwork. I'm finding it very hard to get out of bed. You're too comfy."

Rick was silent for a minute. Then he softly laughed in her ear, a breathy thing that blew the strands of her hair in her face. Within seconds, though, he was laughing loudly; the kind of laugh that escapes you when you're delirious.

Kate rolled to face him. "What on earth is so funny?"

Pulling himself together enough to answer her, he wheezed out, "I almost said that if you waited a minute, I'd poke you until you got up." When she didn't respond, he added, "But I wouldn't be poking you with my fingers!" He started laughing loudly again. "I don't know why I thought it was so funny."

Despite herself, Kate started laughing, too, because sure enough, she could already feel his morning wood against her hip. "Care for an early shower, Mr. Castle?"

He smiled brilliantly at her. "Since I was so good the other night, can I have my treat now?"

Kate didn't answer as she seductively peeled the covers off and climbed out of bed. Right before she disappeared behind the bathroom door, though, she turned back and looked at Rick through hooded eyes. "Follow me and find out," she said huskily. She slid behind the door.

Blinking dumbly for just a second too long for his liking, Rick jumped out of bed once he heard the water running and burst through the door only to find his wife already in the shower.

"Don't you dare start without me, Katherine Beckett," he said. She didn't respond except for a light chuckle.

He quickly stripped his boxers off his body and rushed into the shower, trying to prevent too much cold air from coming in. Although what cold air did get in the shower caused his wife's nipples to turn to points, so it wasn't all bad.

In fact, he was so caught off guard that he didn't realize that Kate was pushing him up against the wall until his back hit it with a thud. "What—"

Kate cut him off. "Shut up and let me suck your cock until your legs give out."

His eyes went wide and he didn't have time to respond before Kate was on her knees in front of him. He felt his erection jump at the sight and prayed that he wouldn't embarrass himself. She looked up at him coyly, smiling slightly as she wrapped her hand around his rock-hard dick and pumped a few times.

She stayed like that for a few minutes, just lightly stroking him, studying his manhood. He could do nothing but watch her, mesmerized by the seriousness on her face. Finally, she moved her thumb over his tip, gathering his precum and spreading it around. His eyes slammed shut at the sensation and he sucked in a breath.

"You like that, Castle?" she asked darkly. Shit, she was so hot. He opened his eyes and looked down at her again, needed to see the mischief in her eyes. She did not disappoint. As soon as they made eye contact, her tongue slid across the bottom of his tip slowly, causing him to groan.

"Oh, Kate," he said when she did it again. "Yes, yes. More, please, more." He had the fleeting thought that he was being selfish, but when he tried to lift her face so he could kiss her, she swatted his hand away. Just as well. He would pay her back later.

She smiled a cat-like smile as she wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked hard, running her tongue along the bottom of him as she released him, a flood of liquid pooling between her legs. Her eyes never left his face as she ran her tongue along the length of him and then back down, taking more of him into her mouth and bobbing her head, making sure the suction was tight without using her teeth.

She heard him draw in a gasping breath that made her tweak her nipple. "Oh, fuck Kate, that feels so good."

Kate was now holding onto his thighs for support as she tried to take a little more of him into her mouth with each bob of her head, the tightening in her own core becoming harder to ignore. She paused to run her tongue up and down his shaft a few times, then circled his tip as she cupped his balls and gently massaged them.

His legs quivered dangerously. "Dammit, you're good at this," he groaned.

Chuckling, she pumped him a few times with her hand. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," she quipped before taking him all the way in until her nose hit his abdomen. From what she could see, his jaw dropped and he let out a strangled noise of pleasure, his eyes shut tight.

"Fuck," he gritted through his teeth. His hands were clamped on her shoulders and he tried desperately not to thrust as she wiggled her head back and forth. When she removed him from her throat, she smiled up at him with watery eyes and a string of her drool and his precum falling from her chin.

"Come on, Castle, don't be gentle. Fuck me like you bought me."

That was all it took. She relaxed her throat as she took him all the way in again, controlling her breathing as she grabbed his hands and placed them on the back of her head, then reached around with her own and grabbed his ass, forcing him even closer.

His eyes screwed shut and his abs clenched. He grabbed the short strands of her hair and thrust his hips roughly against her once, feeling the moan she released all the way to his core. "Okay, Beckett, you asked for it," he said as he began fucking her throat. She was making these filthy noises as he did so until he looked down at her and saw that her face was turning too red and tears were streaming down her face.

Pulling out of her long enough for her to suck in a breath, he shoved his throbbing cock down her throat once again, thrusting harder and faster this time, listening to her approving groans from her position on the floor.

"Oh, shit, Kate. Fuck, I'm about to come," he gritted out as he gripped her head and tried to pull out of her. She made a disapproving noise and pulled him deeper until he couldn't hold out any more. He gripped her head and rode out his orgasm at the back of her throat.

With every spurt of his cum down her throat she moaned with pleasure, her own need becoming too much to bear. But she vigilantly worked him down from his orgasm, sucking everything down he had to offer her until she slowly worked her way back to his tip, lightly sucking the last traces of his orgasm away.

She crawled back from him as he slid down the wall, unable or unwilling to hold himself up any more. "Holy shit, Kate," he said after several minutes of coming back to himself, "that was amazing. Seriously. Amazing."

Smiling at him, she couldn't ignore the wetness pooled at her center any more. "I've got to be at work soon," she said, the danger still etched into her voice, the water hitting her back. "Think you can return the favor?"

His eyes slid open and a dangerous grin spread across his face that had another wave of arousal crashing over her. She was in for it. He peeled himself off the wall and crawled toward her on hands and knees until he was close enough to touch his tongue just below her navel and drag it slowly up her body, only stopping once he reached the sensitive spot under her ear.

"Mmm," she hummed at him. "Not a bad start."

That got him to chuckle. "Oh, I'm just getting started, baby." He slid up her body, allowing them both to revel in the slickness that made the skin-to-skin contact so easy and amazing. He kissed her softly on the lips just once before starting on her neck, both of them still on their knees with the hot water pouring over them.

She moaned as he sucked, nipped, and licked all over her neck, being extremely careful not to leave a mark. Once he was satisfied he had adequately covered her neck, he moved on to her breasts, giving them a similar going-over. She was running her fingers through his hair and her breathing was coming harder. As he was pressing kisses to her abdomen, he began stroking her thighs with his hands.

Without warning, Beckett shot her hand between her legs, plunging two fingers deep into her core. Removing them just as quickly, she shoved them in his mouth, groaning as he sucked them clean. He was going to have to up his game if he was going to keep up with her.

Castle didn't waste any more time. He began rubbing her clit with one hand, kneading a breast with the other, and kissing her harshly. They were both a groaning, wet, aroused mess by the time he pulled back from her and grinned. "Let's see how many times I can make you come before you have to leave, shall we?"

Beckett just moaned in response, running her hands through his hair as his tongue slid back down her body. She could feel her orgasm building slowly just from him rubbing her clit and she was ready, so ready, so let go and allow the release to send her to oblivion.

She was in the middle of this thought when she felt two large fingers enter her. "Oh, fuck," she cried out. His fingers were deep and curled at just the right spot to make her body flood with sensation. When he leaned over to run his tongue over her nipple, she moaned. "Rick, I'm gonna come. I need to come."

"Oh, you will," he remarked. "A lot." And with that, his fingers went deeper and he found a new spot inside her that she didn't know she had; it took the breath out of her for a second until she found enough air to scream.

"God, Castle, yes! Keep going!" She yelled, trying her hardest to keep the noise down enough so the teenager upstairs wouldn't wake.

Castle's efforts doubled and before Beckett knew what was happening, there was a sloshing sound that wasn't the shower and Rick's face contorted into one of pure arousal. "Yeah, baby, that's it," he ground out. "Squirt all over me."

While Beckett continued to ride his hand and groan, Castle had already recovered from his earlier play. He smirked to himself as Beckett came down from number one and he laid himself down on the shower floor in front of her.

"What the fuck?!" were Beckett's next words. "That's never happened to me before! I can't believe I just squirted everywhere!" He smiled as she laughed. "That was awesome."

Castle's hand planted between her breasts to gently push her back down when she tried to sit up. "I'm not done with you yet, Kate Beckett," he husked.

Beckett's eyes widened and then slammed shut as his tongue joined in on the action, flicking and licking her clit in various rhythms while his fingers continued to work the magic spot he'd just found. Her body arched with the pleasure of it and Castle took the opportunity to tweak her nipple with his free hand.

Salty-sweet is how he would describe Kate Beckett if ever asked. She was delicious and he feasted on her until her hands were grabbing his hair almost painfully and her hips were arching up to meet his mouth. "Dammit, Castle, make me come. I need to fucking come right now."

His eyes drifted upward as his hand picked up speed and he sucked her clit into his mouth. He could feel her muscles tight around his fingers making it hard to move, but he kept on until, with one last suck of her clit, she shattered. She rode his hand and held on tight to his head as she moaned and cursed her way through her second orgasm.

Once she had come down, she sat up on her elbows, looked her husband in the eye, and said, "I swear Richard Edgar Castle, if you do not get inside me right now I will cause you bodily harm."

Scrambling isn't the exact word he would use to describe his actions next. . .but he knew she would use it freely. It didn't matter, because as he ran his length through her wetness, they both groaned until she yanked his head down and stuck her tongue in his mouth. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Now."

He slammed into her then, giving her no time to adjust before setting a punishing pace, pounding into her with a force that slid them toward the corner with each thrust. She seemed okay with it, though, because she continued to groan, moan, and chant his name.

"God, Castle, yes! Are you close?" She whimpered.

Castle's mouth was hanging open and he was concentrating hard on not coming. All he could do was nod. When Beckett started rubbing her clit and started tightening around him for the second time that morning, he paused to throw her legs up over his shoulders and plant his hands next to her head for support.

The change in angle was so good. "Yes, Castle, right there. Oh, fuck. Fuck, yes!"

Pounding into her, he barely managed to grunt out, "I'm gonna come."

With those words, he pulled out of her right as her orgasm began, Beckett still furiously rubbing her clit. He spurted his load on the shower floor next to her as she squirted all over his chest again, screaming as she did.

Once they were both recovered, they showered innocently, helping each other soap the harder-to-reach places. Kate got ready for work and Rick helped Alexis get ready for school. The rest of the day went on as any other would.

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A/N: SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO UPDATE! I've sort of lost inspiration for this story, so if you guys have ideas or want to read anything specific, please leave a review. :*