Kate Beckett looked at the clock. 1:15am. She sighed and shifted in bed again. Next to her was her husband, sound asleep. She didn't know why she was struggling to sleep. They were in between cases. They were in a good place romantically. She didn't have any reason to be stressed. But still, sleep eluded her.
"Castle?" She whispered. "I can't sleep."
Castle mumbled something incoherent and immediately began snoring again. Kate furrowed her brow. It wasn't fair that she couldn't sleep and he could. He didn't have to come into the precinct tomorrow (even though she knew he would) but she did.
She let her thumb brush over his lips as she studied him. She'd found him handsome since he was nothing more than a photo on a book jacket. When they began working together she tried to ignore how attractive he was. But now, even with being married she never quite got used to his handsomeness. And he was all hers.
Trying to gauge his level of sleep, she left a soft kiss on his cheek. "Do you want to have sex?" She whispered ever so quietly.
"I'm up!" Castle mumbled as he sprang to life. Kate giggled at how quickly he came to when sex was offered. Her husband was nothing if not insatiable.
Castle pulled her so her arm rested on his chest as he kissed her. "This is one hell of a wake up call," he teased as he ran his hand up her leg and under the hem of her pajama shorts.
"I can't sleep," she admitted. "I thought—"
"I could wear you out until you're too exhausted to toss and turn," he chuckled. "That shouldn't be a problem, Mrs Castle." He smiled to himself. He'd never get tired of being able to refer to her that way. He liked anytime he could refer to her as his wife. He was proud to have won her over.
Kate let her long, slender fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers but he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed. "This is about you," he growled. The way Kate sucked in her breath in anticipation had him throbbing for her. He teased her, letting his fingers slip through her slick folds. "You're so wet," he groaned. He wanted her so bad in that moment but he knew this was about her. He had to be patient.
He waited until he felt her body trembling as an orgasm ripped through her. Only then did he slam into her. His thrusts were hard and frantic but she still managed to match his rhythm. He felt her clenching around him as she cried his name in ecstasy. He didn't stop, he resisted the urge to explode when he heard his name on her lips. He'd never get tired of hearing her rasp his name in the throes of passion.
"Rick," Kate panted, brushing loose hair from her sweaty forehead.
"We can do better than that," he teased before adjusting her so she was on all fours. He slammed into her as if he had something to prove. He pulled her hair as she moaned loudly. Even inside her, he felt himself harden as he watched her gripping the bedsheets and calling his name. When he felt she was right on the edge he looped a hand around and let his thumb roll circles over her clit as he continued pumping inside her.
"Jesus," she growled as she bucked her hips to meet his pace. It didn't take long for another orgasm to rip through her. Only then did Castle let himself go, holding her against him as he released himself inside her.
She reached a hand and cupped his member, her long fingers stroking his length. He pinned her wrists above her head quickly. "This is about you," he reminded her. "Don't make me use the handcuffs…" he smiled when her hips bucked at his words. He knew before him she hadn't let anyone handcuff her or restrain her. She always had to be in control. But with him it was different. She trusted him and as a result often let herself go. He loved knowing a side of her that no one else did.
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a heated kiss, their tongues dancing immediately. He felt her smile into his kiss, something no other woman he'd been with had done. It was distinct to her and it drove him wild.
"Rick, that was…" she bit her lower lip playfully before scattering kisses along his jawline.
"I never said I was done. You still need to sleep. You have work tomorrow."
"…Unless I stay home," she teased.
"Beckett, we both know you'll end up working from home the whole time anyway. You can't help yourself."
"Maybe I can distract myself…" she let her finger lightly trail up his bare chest.
Instead of responding he began kissing her neck and the sensitive skin of her collarbones. He lowered his mouth to the space between her breasts as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. His mouth went lower, kissing her flat stomach. She arched her back but said nothing. He teased her with a few long, tantalizing strokes of his tongue against her slick center. Just when she had gotten used to the pace and relaxed into it, he changed it up and began flicking her clit with his tongue, fueled by her moans. As he felt her body tremble with another orgasm he slammed two fingers inside her and quickened the pace even more.
"Just like that," she breathed. Her hands yanked at his hair as her legs found their way to his shoulders. Within minutes she was screaming his name as the orgasm rolled through her.
Only then did he pull her so she was curled into him, her head resting on his chest. He played with her hair as he sporadically kissed the top of her head. Almost instantly he heard the sound of her heavy breathing and knew she'd fallen asleep.
"Kate?" He whispered after an hour of being unable to sleep. "I can't sleep," he whispered but she didn't stir. He sighed and tossed his head back on the pillow. He was just about to wake her up when he felt her nuzzle against him and make a sound that reminded him of a kitten purring. In that moment he didn't care about sleep. He just wanted to enjoy holding Kate as she got some much needed sleep.