Guess who arrived early after months of always being late?
Yeah, you're right, that's me!!
Thanks you all for for following the story and always leaving a comment. This is really nice, and it makes my heart warm.
The chapter today is a little shorter than I usually write, but no huge difference like that. Anyway, I'll be back as soon as I can.
xoxos,
lehh.
Kate frowns as a flash of post-orgasm reality hits her.
She is lying on a giant, soft bed that smells like intoxicating masculine cologne, in a very unique and welcoming masculine space that she didn't have much time to observe and absorb because she was too busy desiring the owner of the room.
The owner who happens to be Rick.
Who happens to be resting his head on her wet, bare thigh.
She tried to guide how things were going to happen less than 30 minutes ago when she got rid of the bra that was on her stomach and sat on him. But he simply held her hostage to that touch that leaves her tingling all over, and took control again by murmuring something that would have made her cheeks flush if she hadn't been so desperate for more of that bubbly sensation and the promise of release.
"So beautiful, Kate" He said, husky, amazed and longing. "You are so beautiful when you come. I need to get another one out of you."
Then Rick sucked her and kissed her and stimulated her until she fell apart into white, blissful oblivion. And now he, she knows he's waiting for her to come back to earth, distributing wet kisses along her legs. She knows he loves those legs. She didn't know how much.
Kate uses this to her advantage.
Much like she did just a few moments ago, she closes her legs around him, but instead of trying to trap his head in the center of her legs, she wraps her legs around his torso and pulls him up, on top of her. He gets the hint and does what she wants. Hot and heavy, and pinning her to the bed, he looks into her eyes.
She likes his blue eyes. She likes a lot. Somehow, he makes her feel seen and appreciated and gorgeous on a level far beyond what she ever thought possible. It's scary, and so good. Kate kisses him and he kisses her back and there is no word in the vast mental dictionary she has that can describe exactly how she is feeling.
She wants to make him feel that way too, and since she doesn't have the right words, she decides to start with actions like he did. Her mouth drops to his jaw, and she kisses there with palpable dedication, back and forth until she's covered everything with the soft surface of her lips. She likes how the pointing beard tingles her mouth.
This time, when she makes him lie down and claims her place on top, he doesn't stop her.
He doesn't take his eyes off her.
Not while she starts unbuttoning button by button that burgundy shirt he's wearing. Not when she makes him rise from the mattress to throw the item away from him. Not when her lips cover his chest. Not when the kisses go down and down until the next step is to unbutton his jeans. Not when she unzips her pants and not when she pulls them down along with her navy blue boxer shorts.
Kate is not discreet when looking. He is not-
He's not small.
The structure of his anatomy is quite remarkable. There's precum dripping from the tip and she resists closing her mouth around it immediately. She wants to touch first. Feeling him in her hand, being able to create even more expectations of how good it will be when he is finally inside her.
And the moment Kate closes her hand around Rick's cock, he growls and his whole body shudders. It's a beautiful sight, seeing him like this, so at her mercy.
"You don't have to" He says anyway, because he's a gentleman.
"I want to." She admits. "I want you so much, Rick. You have no idea." She adds, she's not sure where all the courage came from.
The first friction brings another sound from the back of his throat, and she stimulates him by spreading the moisture that's already on the tip. "It seems like you want it the same way, now that I think about it."
Another growl — a strangled one this time — comes out of his mouth as she leans in, takes him in her mouth and sucks. She stimulates his length with her hands, and takes him deep into her mouth. The width of his cock is more noticeable now that she has it at the entrance to her throat, and it makes her pussy burn with anticipation. She sucks him, and caresses him, and makes him moan in a primitive and very hot way.
He reaches out and gathers her hair into one, and she thinks he's going to lead her, but he doesn't. He seems content to let her do whatever she wants.
But at some point, he's almost reaching the limit, she realizes, and he pushes her lightly, as if asking her to stop. "My stamina might be pretty good, but the first time I cum, I really want to be inside you."
It would be a lie if Kate said the idea of this didn't appeal to her. Then she's moving to get off of him and take her place lying on the mattress, because the idea of him on top of her, kind of crushing her, is so appealing. But he pulls her on top of him, and kisses her again, and each time they do it it seems to get better. That sounds so cliché, but it's no less true because of it.
She moans at the way his tongue invades her mouth, and explores every corner as a kind of demand. And Kate whimpers when he grabs the back of her head with one hand, at the entrance to her hair, and pulls it back, giving a burning sensation that intensifies this naked, hot and delicious dance between them.
His other hand goes down her hip, and he squeezes, and she is ready to position herself on top of him and sink into the wave of immediate pleasure that sex promises, but he stops her. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a drawer, and that's when he's looking for condoms. She snatches the foil packet from his hand, rips it open with her mouth — which earns another growl from Rick, by the way — and then slides the condom over his erect, aching penis.
And because he still keeps looking at her like that, Kate simply feels like the sexiest person who ever lived. And it is with this confidence that she fits him at her entrance, and looking into his blue eyes, she lets his impressive length invade her hot, narrow walls, and the almost painful but not quite burning sensation makes her close her eyes and lose herself breath.
"Fuck." Rick breathes, the tone even hoarse than before. "Kate, Fuck."
The moment he is completely inside her, she opens her eyes, looks at him, lying naked and beneath her, and smiles. The sting disappears as she adjusts to his size, and then she begins to move.
She's beautiful like that.
Naked, wild and riding him. Not even in his wildest desires did he imagine what the fulfillment of being with Kate Beckett would be like. She bends her back back as his dick slips into a particularly deep spot inside her, and presses, and she swears something in Russian again. "Ты такой большой" At least, he thinks it's an swear.
The way her walls clench around him every time she slides down is simply maddening.
And while he loves this particular view of her, and the feeling of having her on top, he wants some autonomy too, and he can tell she's starting to get tired in this position. Rick grabs her waist and slides his hands down to her hips, where he holds her, causing her to stop and stare at him in confusion.
The next moment she realizes, he has laid her on the bed and is the one who will conduct the blows now. The way her hazy green eyes shine, he knows she appreciates the change. Rick pulls himself out of her, and she moans in pure disappointment. He smile.
"Rick" It's a protest, as if she's mad at him.
"Yes, Kate?" He asks, even though he already knows the answer.
"Hurry up."
"Hurry up with what, honey?"
Kate huffs and moves her legs, trying to get him to enter her herself, and he laughs. "You seem anxious and frustrated. Want to tell me why?"
The way she squints her eyes and snorts again would be scary if it weren't adorable.
"Because you are an arrogant bastard."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes." She crosses her arms under her breasts. He regrets. He loves seeing her breasts. At least he still has a view of the center of her legs, he loves that view too.
He reaches out and brushes his finger against her clit. It has the expected effect, because she undulates on the sheets and screams. Is it due to accumulated lust or surprise, who knows. But he likes the sound. Then he does it again.
"Richard Castle, you arrogant bastard, are you going to fuck me or not?" At times like this, he's very grateful that Alexis is out of the house, because Kate wasn't low and subtle when she shouted that.
He licks his lips and smiles.
"Yes I will."
"And why is it taking so long?"
"Because you're adorable when you are impatient. It's a vision I want to keep in my memory."
"Yeah, well, you'll only have your memory from now on if you don't fuck me righ— Oh."
He just flexed his lower back and pushed into her. They both moan at the same time and it sounds like some kind of distorted coral reacting to the same rhythm. But he's inside her, she's squeezing him and it feels so good.
"Oh my God, yes, just like that" Kate whimpers.
Rick amplifies the movements as they crave faster and more urgently, and he slide himself into her once and twice and then four and he loses count and only keeps going because the sensation is clouding all his senses with the exception of the perception of need continues.
"God, Kate" He growls, in a specifically tight moment. "So good."
"Yes?" She responds. "Harder Rick, please."
He follows her commands, and the wet slaps and smell of sex rule the room and all he can think is that he is very close to the edge and needs to make sure she comes first.
He doesn't slow down the frequency of penetration, but uses the same fingers as before to stimulate her clitoris, and watches as her body seems to go into some kind of collapse.
"Come love, you know you want it" Rick encourages. "I'm right here. I will hold you."
It doesn't take much time. Kate Beckett breaks down in an overwhelming orgasm, and she is without a doubt the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. But he's also so close, and he thrusts himself into her again and again until he finally explodes into perfect, bright white oblivion.
They lie down in silence for some time.
And he pulls her into his arms, and inhales her scent; cherries, sweat and sex. And he notices that she is almost asleep and waits for her to fall asleep before getting up. Alexis must be close to returning home at this point, so he checks the time and gets up to take a shower despite his body's compulsion to get some sleep too.
When he turns off the shower and looks in the mirror, he thinks there's something different about his expression. He's almost glowing too. He hopes Alexis doesn't notice.
He chooses another outfit from the closet because he's sure Kate ripped off at least the last two buttons on that burgundy shirt he was wearing. He looks at her in bed, naked and asleep in the middle of the white. She is so beautiful. He can't even believe she's here.
He leans down on the bed, and leaves a kiss in her hair before leaving the room.
He waits for his daughter to come home sitting on the couch.
And somehow, she also looks radiant as she walks through the door, after getting a ridiculously chaste and sweet kiss with her eyes closed.
"Hi, Pumpkin."
"Hey dad." She offers smiling.
"How it was?"
"It was amazing. I mean, I was so nervous, you know?" She doesn't give him a chance to confirm. "But it was perfect. I-uhm… I'm so happy."
"I know what you mean, sweetie. That's good."
"Yes." She confirms. Then she looks around. "Kate already left? I really wanted to talk to her about this. Like, she helped me choose what to wear and I had told her all my expectations. I need to tell you how it was even better."
Rick freezes for a brief moment.
"Kate, uhm… She, is, well-"
"I'm right here" The dark-skinned figure, dressed and not disheveled, appears from the room. "I, uh, needed to use the bathroom. But I'm back now. So tell me everything."
The next twenty minutes straight is filled with Alexis' excited voice and fulfilled teenage fantasies and how she's even more in love and Rick kind of thinks he might actually be understanding what his daughter means. He's in the kitchen putting their dinner to heat up, and he's watching Kate and Alexis sitting on the couch, and listening to everything that's being said and he's so enchanted.
How Kate can just fit perfectly into their lives. As if it were the perfect place for her, the exact fit of the puzzle.
"What about you guys? Is Dad still heating dinner? I thought you already had dinner?"
"We, uh… weren't exactly hungry when I arrived. So we settle for a few glasses of wine and good conversation."
"Oh. Okay." She says. "I need to go up now, there's class tomorrow."
"Fine. Thanks for telling me, Lex. I'm glad you had fun."
whispering something that Rick is sure of makes her soul leave her body. Kate blushes instantly. But then Alexis is already in the kitchen and kisses him too before going upstairs.
Rick is afraid to ask what his daughter said. But he asks anyway.
"She does, uhm… She's kinda does know?" Kate reasons out loud.
"Wait. She knows??"
"Yes."
"How??"
"Apparently has something…" She pauses, feeling her neck. "Rick, did you give me a hickey?"
He widens his eyes. He very well could have. He remembers that he put his mouth on her body a lot.
"I could have?"
"Rick!"
"What? It wasn't on purpose, okay?!"
"Oh, wasn't it? Our sex was accidental then, huh?"
"Oh my God, Kate. Course not. Why would you say that?"
She rolls her eyes and smiles. She knows it wasn't.
"I should go."
"What? No. Let's have dinner. And then you'll go back to that bed, in there."
Kate walks into the kitchen to meet him, she corners him against the counter and brushes her mouth against his.
"I'm on duty" She says. It's already past 10 pm. "I need new clothes in case I get called on a case."
She's already showered, he notices. And close up like this, he can see the reddish bruise mixed with purple on her neck. He left a hickey after all.
"Don't you have an extra change of clothes in the car? You always carry one." He suggests it because he already saw it during a case where she got really dirty.
Kate nods. "I have. But I need concealer to hide whatever Alexis saw on my neck."
"She saw?"
"She said, and I quote: I totally forgive you for lying to me about these circumstances, but I can see that hickey on your neck, Kate."
Rick chokes.
"Right. Now that she's seen it. Any chance she could lend you the concealer? Just in case you get called? I really want you to stay the night." He has his arms around her waist and his hands on her hips, and she has her arms around his neck.
"I can see that."
"So you're staying?" He knows how hopeful he looks.
"OK."
Then he smiles, and kisses her again.
Only then do they have dinner.
After they discard the leftovers and put the dishes in the washer, they sit down for another glass of wine and a real conversation. But it doesn't last long because Kate gropes him again, and they end up naked, panting and sleepy.
Kate receives a call at three in the morning and she wakes up a little disoriented. But she answers and asks them to send the address via SMS. She takes another shower and puts on the clothes that Rick went to get from the car while she asked Alexis for the makeup needed to cover her neck, and stays in the bathroom for a while to do so.
"Rick" She murmurs into his neck, to say goodbye. "There was a case, I'm leaving, but you can sleep more, okay?"
"Uhm?" He mumbles, completely asleep.
"I am going. I'll send you a message so you can meet us, ok?"
"'kay."
She smiles and leaves a kiss on the corner of his mouth before leaving.
While driving, smiling and full of adrenaline, Kate realizes that she hasn't felt this happy in a long time.
She just wishes it could last.