Chapter 28: Hamptons Honeymoon

The morning sun crawls slowly across the room as Castle watches Kate. Her chest rises and falls lightly as she sleeps. Her slender form looks right in his bed. She looks younger at rest, the lines of tension and stress have completely disappeared, replaced by a golden tan. The diamonds on her finger sparkle and shoot rainbows around the room. His heart is full. He can't believe the peace he feels now that she's stopped running. Or how right she looks sleeping in his bed, with the sound of the ocean a distant murmur in the background.

He's been watching her for hours, reviewing all the twists and turns of their relationship. The gentle teasing of his friends and family at their wedding. The love in her voice as she said her vows, expressing her feelings in front of family and friends. The saucy gleam in her eyes as he removed her wedding gown and saw the wisps of white lace and garters waiting for him.

Grateful. He's so grateful that every step led them here. At times, he doubted they would ever be together. She is the missing piece. His entire life he's searched for a love like this. And now that he has it, he won't let it go.

His mother and daughter are thrilled. His women are extraordinary. He couldn't settle for anything less in his wife this time. There is simply no comparison. He took some detours on the way to her, but those detours make it possible for him to appreciate just how fortunate he is. She is extraordinary, in so many ways. It's not her outward beauty – which is tremendous. It's the woman inside that draws him. As much as he knows her, there's still so much to learn. And he has a lifetime ahead of him in which to learn it.

Although they loved deep into the night, he wants her again. The desire that claws at him is rarely far from the surface – and today is no exception. But he can wait. He rarely gets to watch her sleep. Content, he waits and watches, knowing she'll be awake soon. As if his thoughts have summoned her, her eyes flutter open, awareness instantly flooding into her. A sleepy smile spreads across her face, her expression open and loving.

"Hey." She says, her voice husky.

"Morning" he rasps out, his expression serious.

Reaching up, she traces his lips. "Everything ok?" she asks.

"Mmhmm." He responds, kissing her fingers, as he reaches out and grabs her hip, pulling her into him for a proper morning kiss.

Gently, tentatively, he brings his lips to hers, fluttering kisses over her mouth. He feels her smile against him before she tangles her tongue with his, her hand reaching up to gently rasp against his night's growth. She pulls back, the smile in her eyes caressing him.

Pulling back so he can see her more clearly, he smiles at her, his expression filled with so much love she wonders that it took her so long to see it and respond. Mine, she thinks. He's all mine now.

The covers slip down, exposing her breast. Eyes inevitably drawn to her form, he watches her nipple pebble in response to the heat in his gaze. The knowing spark in her eyes is a siren call he cannot resist.

Slowly, gently, he reaches out, pushing her hair behind her ear before tracing his finger slowly down her neck and across her chest. His fingers brush the tender underside of her breast as awareness shimmers between them. Holding still, she watches him, the subtle feel of him tickling her breast causing her to clench her thighs, as arousal begins to wind through her. Content to let him lead, she waits for him to make a move.

Slowly, sensually, he continues to play with her breast, his finger gently circling around her nipple, as if he has all the time in the world. Her heart picks up speed as he watches her arousal grow, the subtle flush on her face and chest betraying her response. She licks her lips, her tongue flirting, her eyes watchful as he continues to touch her. Lightly, tenderly, he dances his fingers over to her other breast, giving it equal treatment. Silence stretches, the only sounds the rasp of the sheet, the hitch of her breath, the soft moan of arousal he's been waiting to hear.

Leaning forward, he rasps his chin against her nipple, his prickly night's growth tickling and teasing her further. Her moan turns into a giggle as her hands clutch at his hair. "Castle…" she sighs, her voice thick with desire.

"Mmm" he mumbles, his mouth closing over the turgid peak as his hand pinches her other nipple lightly. She arches her back, thrusting her breast more firmly into his mouth. Her hands press his face tightly to her, before she slips one hand lightly down his spine to his hip, grabbing hold of him as if in need of an anchor.

Taking his time, he laves one breast thoroughly with his tongue, gently scraping her nipple with his teeth before transferring to the other breast and repeating the exquisite torture.

Her other hand finds its way south, trailing across his stomach, setting off little fires across his abdomen. Reaching down, he captures her hand before it can reach its destination and firmly places it on his other hip.

"Let me." he admonishes, his gaze playful yet serious as he looks into her eyes. Holding her gaze, he waits for her response. Eyes filled with desire and trust, she nods her agreement, then begins rubbing circles on his skin with her fingers, a delicious torment that reminds him she'll only play along for so long.

One heartbeat, then two, pass as he holds her gaze a moment longer before he lowers his head once more, resuming his slow torture. Her body shifts, bringing her breast back to his mouth, silently asking for more. She feels his tongue painting her nipple, circling its pebbled tip, bringing forth an answering tug in her loins. Impatient, she clutches at his hips, trying to move him closer to her core. He resists. She feels his smile against her as he begins moving south, the rasp of his beard on her sensitive skin an exquisite torture as he pauses here and there when he gets to a particularly sensitive spot.

She stills, knowing he can't be hurried when he's in a mood like this. Aroused, impatient, her mind races, wondering just how patient he can be today. Moisture trickles down her thighs, anticipation increasing her arousal. As he journeys south, she splays her legs open, anticipating his next move. Her hands caress his back, sneaking up his sides before finding purchase on his shoulders. His breath is hot against her core as he pauses, his gaze finding hers and silently admonishing her not to interfere with his plans. She nods again, silently agreeing to the unspoken command.

A smile plays across his face as he holds her gaze, his fingers tracing her opening. He watches the desire cloud her vision as he slowly, deliberately widens her legs and lifts her hips as he brings his mouth between, pausing just short of contact. Unconsciously holding her breath, she waits, knowing he's about to destroy her. The tip of his tongue reaches out, tentatively touching her, causing little pings of sensation to shoot through her. Her breath catches, body flushing as she squirms in response to his touch. Settling in, he begins circling her gently, lapping at her, nipping, playing, as he continues to watch her. She moans, the sound reverberating through the room as her fingers spasm on his shoulders.

As if waiting for that signal, he lowers his head, mouth opening over her as he firmly sucks her clit into his mouth and plays her with his tongue. Desire jolts through her body, sweat breaking out all over as his assault causes her blood to pound in her ears. All her senses focus on her core as she feels her muscles tense, her orgasm building as he works her. Juices slick, she feels him penetrating her with one thick finger, slowly pushing in and out, before being joined by another finger, the fullness insider her hurtling her headlong down a wicked path of desire. He curls his fingers up into her, reaching for her g spot and homing in on it. Her hands fly into his hair as she bucks up into his mouth, the pleasure causing her muscles to clench uncontrollably, hips pulsing in time with his fingers. Working her rhythmically, he increases the pace and pressure, knowing she's close. Poised on the edge, she focuses on the sensations rushing through her. Unable to stand it, she moves, feet pushing against the mattress as she crests the peak, her breath exploding as she comes just from the touch of his hands and mouth.

Feeling her body respond, he hums, vibrations adding another layer to the sensations. Moaning now, her body convulses, a second orgasm falling on the heels of the first as her body clamps down on his fingers, pleasure consuming her. Her hands on his shoulders urge him to move up and cover her, but he resists.

Waiting, gauging the timing, he pauses, letting her ride the wave. As he feels her muscles begin to relax he renews his assault, fingers tickling her g spot again as his mouth circles and licks her, prolonging the sensation. She's so sensitive now that the slightest movement feels so good it's almost painful and she thrashes underneath him. Impossibly, she begins the climb again. As she reaches for another orgasm he moves, swiftly reversing their bodies as he moves her into position, impaling her deeply the minute he is prone. Her body responds to his penetration, clamping down and holding him into place as she shudders from his invasion

Kate pauses on the edge, reveling in the feel of him sliding deep into her. She feels him stretching her, sliding home as her hands reach out and grab his shoulders for balance. It's never been this way with anyone else. So full, so right. Posturing up, she looks down at him, a wicked smile on her face, a knowing look in her eyes. Torn between torturing them both and driving to the finish, she waits, deliberately trying to relax her muscles so she can take him deeper. Leaning over, she brings her mouth to his, tasting him, and her, as she adjusts her body to find the perfect angle. Feeling him slide the last bit home, she smiles, a soft moan escaping as she feels him hit her favorite spot. Posturing up she grabs his hands, kissing one hand, then the other, before placing one on her breast and bringing the other to her center, showing him what she wants. Knowing just how to work her, he obliges, his clever hands working her back into a fever pitch. Searching, reaching, she begins to move, slowly at first, before quickly picking up the tempo. Riding him, she picks out a rhythm that has him hitting her g spot, her body undulating with the movements. The feel of her gracefully sliding over him and clenching around him stimulate him, bringing his body to a fever pitch, his cock impossibly hard as he feels his balls drawing up, poised on the edge.

"Yes, Rick…..Yes…." she chants as she chases her pleasure. Body taut, he fights for his control, the feel of her driving him to the edge. Her hips set out a brutal rhythm, her movements becoming sloppy as she loses control. Head thrown back, body bowed, hips pulsing, she chases her orgasm, pursuing it relentlessly, every thrust and move bringing his fingers into direct contact with her clit. He feels the pulsing begin deep inside her, as she lets go, her body at one with his as the feel of her release catapults him over the edge. He thrusts up firmly, quickly, spurting inside of her, a groan torn from his throat as he hears her call out in release. His eyes seek hers, finding them. Gazes locked, intense, they silently communicate the depth of their love for each other as their bodies race in tandem.