Storming The Castle

TITLE: Storming The Castle

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Castle

SHIP: Kate / Castle

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season One

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: SEASON 1, GENERAL – After a particularly good night, Kate decides to indulge herself and makes Castle an offer he simply can’t refuse.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Castle. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to whoever created them and holds license to them. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Castle fic. I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. Thanks to Dutchess of Strumpetness for the inspiration to write it.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

“I hope the guys get home okay.” Kate noted as Castle poured her another Scotch at her request. “I had the doorman put them in a cab with directions. They’ll be okay.” He responded and they both took a sip from their respective drinks. She relaxed back on the soft, leather sofa as she watched him go off to clean up the remnants of their poker game. She’d had just a little too much to drink, they all had. The bottle of eighteen year old single malt Scotch he’d presented them with on arrival had seen to that. No one had felt guilty about indulging. The drinks he had just poured them were from a fresh bottle.

It had been a good night and she was a little sorry to see it coming to an end. They’d managed to close a tricky case that very morning, once again thanks to Castle’s involvement. Kate was starting to wonder who exactly the consultant was and who the consultee. She’d always known he was a good writer, she just thought he was creative and did thorough research, but he had an amazing mind and although she’d walk over hot coals and broken glass before she admitted it. And, he wasn’t exactly hard on the eyes either, tall and solid with rugged good looks, dark eyes and hair that her fingers always itched to put back in place and impossible-to-ignore boyish charm. His mom and daughter were away for the weekend, so he’d offered to host their now-regular Friday night poker game. He’d told them to bring their pay cheques. The game, tonight, had been more of an excuse to drink, smoke cigars and rib each other than play any serious poker, so there had been no big winners or losers. They’d simply had fun. She hadn’t had fun in what felt like forever.

Rick took a deep breath to steady himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes for a moment before he started cleaning up the snacks, cards and chips left after the poker game. He watched her settled and relaxed on the sofa and smiled. They flirted and it was fun, but neither of them took it serious. Yet, watching her the way she was tonight, laughing, smiling and happy for more than just five minutes he could easily revise that stance if it weren’t so ludicrous, they were friends and she was simply out of his league. She saw right through his bullshit, it was quite refreshing. It had been a while since he’d actually liked a woman instead of just wanting her. Not that there wasn’t a lot to want about Kate. She didn’t seem to know it, but she was a gorgeous woman. She was tall and lithe, yet curvy in just the right proportions. Her brassy, brown hair contrasted and highlit the pale porcelain perfection of her smooth skin. She had dark, large, intelligent and expressive eyes and full lips with the bone structure of a Botticelli angel. She kept the womanly charms of her high, full breasts hidden under boring blouses, jackets and professional pant suits, but he’d gotten her into a dress for an undercover assignment once and she definitely had charms.

Kate felt relaxed and at ease, something that seldom happened to her outside of her own apartment and even then, not that often. She’d even kicked off her shoes and the plush carpet felt good under her feet. She swirled the heavy tumbler, enjoying the musical tinkle of the ice hitting the crystal as the amber liquid shifted back and forth. She wasn’t entirely relaxed, as she watched him, feeling a tension and itch deep in a core, a desire she had not truly satisfied in way too long. He settled on the sofa next to her with one of his trademark grins plastered across his face. “This was a good night.” He stated with enthusiasm before taking a swallow of his drink. “Yes, it was.” She agreed wholeheartedly. An idea was starting to percolate in her mind. It was insane, ridiculous, but right at that moment she could blame thinking about it on the alcohol.

“I expect you’ll be on your way soon too.” He speculated and she could swear there was a little disappointment in his deep voice. “I guess I should, shouldn’t I?” she replied non-committally, feeling quite comfortable where she was. “You could always sleep over.” He suggested and she let her eyebrow rise in response. “In the guest room, up the stairs, third door on the right, furthest away from mine, of course.” He clarified and she narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her tumbler. “Of course. Not like I couldn’t put you flat on your ass if you tried something… I didn’t want you to.” She commented with a smile and he saluted her with his glass. They drank in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts. The tension inside her started to spread, strange and intriguing as it mingled with her relaxed state. Her skin felt hotter than either the alcohol or the low fire in the heath could account for and she felt her sex twitching and sliding against itself on a growing stream of sex grease which spilled onto the petals of her folds as they flowered open while her nipple were starting to swell, tingling as they grazed against the restraining cups of her brassier as they stood to attention. She was both excited and calm at the same time and it felt odd and led to even odder thoughts.

“Castle, are you good in bed?” She asked suddenly with a speculative tilt to her head and narrowing of her eyes, letting the words tumble from her mouth before she could censor herself. She saw his eyes widen and his body tense for a moment as her question caught him completely off guard, it surprised her too. He hid his dismay behind his tumbler as he drained it and without responding poured himself another drink, this time sans fresh ice she noted. She held out her glass to him and he freshened hers as well. He pursed his lips as he swirled his next sip of Scotch in his mouth before swallowing it. “I’ve gotten one or two compliments the morning after on a few occasions.” He finally answered modestly. “And, you?” he ventured, throwing caution to the wind considering she’d brought up the topic.

He watched her consider his question and he noted her squirm slightly. “Did she just rub her thighs together?” he wondered wordlessly and his dick started to stir, slowly hardening with each beat of his heart forcing him to shift slightly for comfort and to disguise the growing bulge in his jeans. “I… I don’t know.” She answered in a small, quiet, uncertain voice that was so unlike her it surprised him almost as much as her answer. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was, no one who looked like her, moved the way she did, had a mind like hers could not be amazing in the sack and he forced himself not to show dismay. ”Just what kind of guys had she slept with who wouldn’t rave over the experience. He was sure FBI boy would have.” He wondered. “I can’t believe that’s true.” He stated as neutrally as he could manage. The silence drew out between them as she continued to look at him speculatively. She sat up slightly and his eyes were drawn to the swell of her breasts as she drew in a deep breath. “Would you like to find out?” Kate asked, her voice surprisingly even and calm considering what she just proposed. It was out there now and she watched him closely as the sensation of butterflies in her stomach mixed with the arousal she felt.

You could have knocked him over with a feather and his reaction was so strong and instantaneous he never had a chance to modulate the shocked look of dismay he could feel on his face, his tumbler frozen halfway to his mouth. “What?” he squeaked, betrayed by his voice as his dick lurched to full, throbbing erection in the suddenly’ tight confines of his jeans. “If your offer to sleep over still stands, I won’t be using the guest room and we won’t actually be sleeping… well at least not for a good long while, I hope.” She clarified and the satisfaction of seeing the usually unflappable Richard Castle flustered was a confidence boost of note. Her eyes flicked down, noting the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans, saw it twitch and then lifted her gaze back up to his.

He really hadn’t drunk all that much, not a little, but not that much, but what other explanation was there? Kate Beckett, Detective Kate Beckett had just asked if he’d like to sleep with her. He had to have passed-out and was dreaming, yet it also felt vividly real. He’d been on a bender or two in his time, he knew what those dreams were like and this didn’t quite fit, so with a remarkable amount of trepidation he decided to treat the situation as real. He curbed the urge to look around for hidden cameras. “Kate… Just to be absolutely clear here… Are you proposing that we make love?” He queried, letting his unease and confusion color his tone. “I would have gone with screw or possibly even fuck, but yes.” She replied, her tone as calm as before as if they were discussing what to order for lunch and not the possibility of carnal intimacy. “I’m officially in the Twilight Zone. Kate Beckett just said fuck and not in a derogatory way.” He theorized even as his dick lurched with a strong pulse.

She swallowed the last of her Scotch, feeling it slide hotly down her throat to incinerate the butterflies in her stomach and then slowly and deliberately placed the empty tumbler on the coffee table. She took his from his unresisting hand and placed it on the table next to hers as she slid closer to him. He felt a moment of panic and almost shifted away from her and then she was leaning in, her faint vanilla scent wafting to his nose and a completely different instinct kicked in. He gathered her to him, pulling her half onto his lap as their mouths met. If he was dreaming then great, but if this were real, more complicated, but even better. He tasted a mixture of cherries and Scotch as their head shifted, letting their lips slide sinuously against one another before they sucked and nipped and let their tongues fence and tangle.

They separated slowly; smiling and he reached forward and tucked a stray lock of her dark hair behind her ear and out of her face. He could still taste her. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this. You know this isn’t the best idea in the world, right?” he asked, not knowing who he was actually trying to convince, even though his hand had slid off her hips and was lightly fondling her ass. She made an appreciative noise deep in her throat and pressed back against his hands. “As the song goes, we can blame it on the alcohol. We’re two consenting adults. Well… A consenting adult and a writer of legal age, anyway.” She responded with a very un-Kate like giggle at her own jest. “Ha Ha Ha… You pick now to get witty? Really?” he wondered, but was not quite able to stop his lips from twitching in amusement. “Just how drunk are you?” he queried, his hands stilling on, but not releasing her posterior as the thought that at least one of them might be taking advantage of the other made him uneasy. “You’re really making this hard.” She noted. “You started it.” He countered, flicking his eyes down to his crotch to indicate his meaning. “Oh… Who’s being witty now?” she grinned and he joined her, it was infectious. ”I’m a writer remember? I’m allowed.” He quipped with an impish grin. “I’m drunk enough to want this and ask for it, but not so drunk that I don’t know what the implications and or complications might be.” She answered honestly after a moment of deliberation.

Kate looked at him speculatively and then she slid off him and out of his grasp. He looked up at her as she stood over him. She reached down, took his tumbler and downed its contents. “So yours is the one on the left?” she clarified and after a moment he nodded. She saluted him with the tumbler before replacing it on the edge of the coffee table. She moved toward the stairs, making sure his gaze followed her before she undid the top button of her blouse and by the time she reached first step, all the buttons were undone and she was able to shrug out of the garment and let it float to the floor. She reached behind her as she mounted the first step and unhooked her bra. She let out a soft sigh at the release of pressure and the air felt good on her skin and achingly hard nipples. She let the undergarment drop behind her. Next, she unbuckled her belt and with each of the last three stairs undid one of the buttons on her pants. At, the head of the stairs, she pushed her pants off her hips and the material tickled her skin as it slid down her legs to pool around her feet. She turned slightly and looked down at him over her shoulder. “You do intend joining me, don’t you?” she enquired, using the question as a challenge, not waiting for him to answer as, putting a little more sway in her hips than usual, she casually strolled toward his bedroom.

He mastered the urge to pinch himself as he watched her, mesmerized and unable to take his eyes off her as she undressed as she slowly mounted the stairs. She might not seem to know if she was good in bed, but she sure as hell knew how to be the seductress. He groaned. “Clothes, at least as they related to Detective Kate Beckett wearing them, need to be outlawed. They hide way too much. “ He thought as he let his eyes sweep over and caress the smooth porcelain of her sublime feminine form. Whether she knew it as not her position left her a tapestry of shadow and light that concealed as much as it revealed making her even more of an enticing mystery. And, the surprises just kept coming. She was wearing a thong… He never would have pictured her as a thong kind of gal in a million years and now he’d never be able to get that lovely image out of his head ever again. A very small voice in the very back of his mind kept telling him that following her would be a bad idea, that he had to be the responsible one in this situation. He rather pointedly told it to shut up as he got up, adjusted his throbbing erection for what little comfort he could get in the confines of his jeans and followed her. He grabbed her shoes and her clothes along the way.

He reached the doorway to his bedroom and stopped, leaning against the frame to take in the sight that greeted him. Her thong adorned the rug at the foot of his bed and she adorned the bed itself, in all her naked glory. Castle slowly licked his lips and swallowed to wet them as they sudden felt dry while he drank in her nude beauty and she looked back at him steadily before letting a small, almost shy smile curve her lips. She was all soft, lush curves and smooth plains and except for her head and eyebrows, hairless. Her breasts were full, high and proud, topped by long, pale pink nipples, as long as, but a little thicker than the first joint of his middle finger. He could almost taste them and feel them between his lips. Her smile quirked and became amused.

“Black, silk sheets. Seriously, Castle?” she enquired, running her hand over the bedding in question. “I sleep in the nude. They’re comfortable. The cliché is just a co-incidence.” He countered. She sort of undulated and wriggled and he had to suck in a deep breath to steady himself as he imagined what it would feel like if she were doing that against him. “You have a point there. It does feel good against my skin.” She admitted in a soft sultry voice. “You’re staring.” She noted after a few moments of silence had passed. “Goddamn, you’re absolutely gorgeous, Kate.” He put his appreciation of her beauty into words in a hushed tone as he dropped her clothes onto a nearby chair and kicked off his shoes. “At this point I’m a sure thing. You’re definitely getting laid, Castle. No need for flattery, it’s superfluous.” She informed him and he shook his head. “It’s the truth. You look good with clothes on, but naked… Forget about it. Plus you actually used the word superfluous in my bed, that’s a world first.” He insisted and he found it absolutely adorable that despite everything he could see her cheeks redden slightly with a blush at his compliment.

“Speaking of naked… Why are you still wearing all those clothes?” she wondered. “You know… I have no idea.” He replied as if he had just realized to his astonishment that he was still dressed and that the idea of getting undressed had simply not dawned on him. Her rich, throaty laughter echoed around the room as he stripped down to his boxers in record time. It had never felt so good to lower the zipper of his jeans in his life as his erection, throbbed and twitched like a dog on a leash, straining against the cotton of his boxers as if trying to reach her on its own. He padded to the bed and then removed his last article of clothing. He saw her eyes widen slightly. “Now who’s staring?” he enquired smugly. “Hush.” She admonished him softly as she shifted onto all fours and crawled over to him where he stood at the foot of the bed. She rose up onto her knees, running her hands up his chest before letting them circle around his neck. Her nipples brushed lightly along his skin before he wrapped his arms around her, flattening the warm pillow of her breasts and the hot little coals of her nipples against his chest as he hungrily captured her lips with his.

Kate groaned into his mouth and around their dueling tongues as she felt his dick, long, thick and hard pulse with virile manliness against the smooth skin of her flat stomach. His strong fingers weaved into her hair while the other drew mysterious, tingling patterns up and down her back. His muscles flexed and shifted under her fingertips as she did the same. She let her weight fall back and he followed her onto the bed, shifting them back until she was lying on her back with him on his side next to her, his leg draped over hers. She could feel his erection, long, hard and hot brush against the inside of her thigh, some of his weight resting warmly along her body as they continued to kiss. He broke their kiss in stages to nibble at the curve of her jaw and down to her neck as she turned he head to give him access. She made a sound of dissatisfaction as he lifted slightly off her and started to move away. She clutched at his shoulders, but then relaxed her hold as his tongue returned to her skin and drew a warm wet trail down her chest and onto the curve of her left breast. His hair tickled her fingers as she cradled his head while he explored the globe of her breast with his tongue and lips, drawing slowly nearer to her erect, swollen nipple. She groaned and rolled her shoulder, pushing her breast against his lips as he finally engulfed her turgid tip in the liquid heat of his mouth and sucked at it while his tongue flicked and swirled around it.

Rick loved the way her body felt as it undulated slowly against his and the soft sounds she made while he suckled and lapped at her nipple. She shivered slightly under his touch as he slid his hand along the silky skin of her hip and thigh before switching to her other breast. Heat radiated from her sex onto his fingers as he slid his hand between her legs and started to explore her slick, velvety folds. Her hips jerked and she pressed against his palm with a gasp when his thumb found her clit and he delved first one and then a second finger into her tight channel. His lips vibrated against her skin as he sighed when her hand snaked down between them and her fingers wrapped around his throbbing shaft and began to explore his length with slow, steady strokes. He laved each nipple in turn with lavish affection, lightly testing the firm resilient tips with his teeth before sucking as much of her tit flesh into his mouth as he could fit while they continued to explore each other. He slid his fingers free of her as she lightly tugged at him and he shifted over her and between her legs while he kissed his way back to her mouth where his lips hovered over hers.

Kate felt the moment stretch out with a little flutter of apprehension that was completely overshadowed by the excited energy of anticipation that coursed through her. His touch had brought her body to complete erotic life and she actually felt herself shiver with the sweet tension that was growing in her loins. He exhaled slowly as she guided him through her folds and she blinked a few times as she processed the sensation of his sex touching hers and all that it implied as she seated him at her entrance. She looked up at him, running her fingers lightly through his hair and wondering what was going on behind his dark, thoughtful eyes. She saw his lips start to move, but she was past words, all she knew was her desires and she wanted him to fulfill them.

He felt like he needed to say something, give her one more chance to change her mind although he really didn’t want her to. He wanted her, wanted to know what it would feel like to be inside her. He started to open his mouth, but her fingers tightened in his hair and she pulled his lips down to hers instead. He returned her kiss hungrily as he felt her hands slide down his back to cup and grasp one of his ass cheeks. Her fingers flexed and he needed no more urging than that. Their lips parted and the both exhaled with long, drawn out groans as he thrust forward. Her tight, resistant, flesh surrounded him with wonderful, snug heat and pressure as he stretched and slowly filled her. Her channel flexed and clutched at him both resisting his invasion and at the same time inviting it on a slippery film of sex grease as he forged a trail of electrifying friction along his length and into her molten, intimate core. She drew up her long, shapely legs, the insides of her thighs warm and smooth along the outside of his as she curled her legs around him. He forced his eyes to stay open and marvel at her as they threatened to close with the surge of pleasure that snaked up his spine at the feel of her around him

She squirmed, her sex twisting around and testing the steel of his shaft as she adjusted to the wonderful sensation of him filling her so completely, soft moans spilling past her teeth as it pressed into her lower lip and her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it. Her exposed clit sparking as he ground against it and she returned the pressure with slowly undulating hips. “You okay?” he asked softly, his fingertips lightly stroking her cheek and she smiled, finding the term “okay” to be possibly the vastest understatement of the way she felt at that moment and it boggled her mind that it would still get even better. She could feel his manhood throbbed and pulsed against the tight confines of her intimate core which seemed to tense and relax to almost the same rhythm. “I’m… I’m more than okay, Castle, I’m wonderful, I’m great, and I’m horny as hell. Now will you stop talking and make love to me?” she replied and made her desire known as simply as she knew how, “I thought we were going with screw or possibly fuck?” he tried to verify, teasing her, toying with her, prolonging the calm before releasing the storm of his own desire for just a few moments more. “This really isn’t the time to argue semantics… Fine… Fuck me, Rick. Will you please fuck me?” She commanded, her voice honey and smoke, making it an irresistible invitation. “God, I love it when you say fuck.” He noted as he slowly started to rock his hips, sawing his dick back and forth inside her with shallow strokes.

She encouraged him to increase his range of motion by pulling at his ass and rolling her hips and he enthusiastically complied until they found a steady rhythm and pace with her matching him stroke for stroke as he lanced the length of his manhood in and out of her molten, flexing, twisting core. Their bodies collided and skin slid against skin as they writhed together, straining to keep in sync as they bucked and pumped, rocked and rolled, humped and thrust at each other to create the sexual energy which pooled in both their loins, building with the ebb and flow of their lusty movements to become the sweet tension of impending climax. Their mouths met for short, intense kisses, but for the most part explored whatever skin they could reach. They complimented, praised and encouraged each other on one panted breath and delivered dire admonishments and threats if either were to stop on the next. Kate surrendered to him, to herself and to the simply ecstatic joy of pleasure and words gave way to sounds of delight and enjoyment.

She felt exquisite, better than his wildest dreams and he had one hell of an imagination for his subconscious to draw from. Her pale, alabaster skin was flush and glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. She looked wild and alive and every inch the sexy woman he had only glimpsed before. He slowed down and she made a sound of dissatisfaction deep in her throat that vibrated her lisp against the side of his neck. He balanced on one forearm for a moment and grasping her hip, pulled her along as he rolled onto his back to reverse their positions. She managed to unlock her legs from around him and get her knees under her without breaking their connection so that she was straddling him, her hips slowly circling to keep him moving inside her, while she looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He caressed and kneaded the firm tops of her thighs as she adjusted to their new position.

Kate captured his hands and slid them up her body until she could mould them around her breasts before she slowly started to rise and fall, increasing the lengths of her strokes by increments as she experimented with the angle, speed and force. The way he looked at her made her sex pulse and flood. It had been a long time since a man had looked at her like that, like there was absolutely nothing else in the world. She felt his legs shift and then he was adding his impetus to her downward spiral with a thrust to match. She groaned as he caressed and explored every curve on the globes of her breasts before his fingers found, rolled, flicked and tweaked her nipples. Her breath shuddered into her lungs and exited as a part whine, part whimper as she pressed into his hands and rocked and rolled her hips with him completely inside her, causing him to stir her molten core to a sparking, crackling froth of delight. Her clit grinding against his pubes was like a live wire, constantly sending jolts of pleasurable sensation into her loins, making her gasp and groan as she started to pant with the strain of on the one hand wanting to keep her climax building and an increasing need for release.

Rick gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw as he looked up at the erotic vision that was Detective Kate Beckett as her tight, hot snatch caressed every inch of him as she rode him and he bucked up into her. Her breasts were smooth and firm, but pliable under his hands and he would feel a shiver go through her whenever he pinched and lightly pulled at her nipples. His nuts were tight and churning with the need for release, his ass clenched and the small of his back twitching with the tension required to keep himself in check and continue to enjoy their delightful exertion. Soft grunts and groans slipped past his teeth as she sped up and he could feel the flutters of her sex around him grow stronger and more frequent. He released her breasts and grasped her hips to give himself better leverage to thrust up into her, lifting his ass higher off the bed, grinding up into her. Her channel pulsed around him with three hard, rapid squeezes and the flutter became a steady shudder.

Kate threw her head back as she felt herself teeter and then get thrown over the edge as his thick, long shaft lanced up into her centre and they slammed together with the reverberating sound of flesh on flesh. She cried out, sharp and loud as her climax exploded through her on an incandescent supernova of sizzling, pleasurable sensation. Her spine tensed, aching her back and then relaxed for a brief moment before tensing once again into a taut quivering bow. She cried out again as she was driven down onto him and her clit ground against him, adding more intensity to the pleasure that rippled across her nerves and coursed through her blood. She clutched at his forearms, her nails digging into his skin as her muscles misfired with the crackling energy rushing across them. She didn’t seem to be able to find enough air, feeling almost like she was drowning, her skin was on fire and her heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of her ribcage and she had never felt better in her life.

He growled, his fingers digging into her skin as they tensed without his consent as her channel locked around him with a tight, vice-like squeezing, twisting grip. His cock pulsed against her tight embrace as he made one last ditch attempt to hold back his release, but then her velvety snatch started to ripple around him on a fresh torrent of hot, slippery cream, milking him and his cause was last. His hips bucked and his head pressed back into the pillow beneath it as he partially managed to stifle the primal roar that bubbled up out of his throat as he expanded against her snug flesh to start spurting heavy blasts of his seed into her inviting core. The sudden release of pressure and the resulting surges of pleasure left him breathless and blinking, but he still tried to focus on the stunning sight of Kate as she rode out her climax. They remained locked and tense, a collection of vibrating, tense muscles and jangled nerves, floating in the bliss of orgasm as the liquid heat of his essence mixed with hers.

Her grip on his forearm slipped and she collapsed forward as her body relaxed and she drew in a deep, shuddering breath. She let her knees slide back as she settled onto his broad, rising and falling chest with a soft groan as he shifted inside her. His arms wrapped around her and his touch made her shiver slightly as his hands slid lightly up and down her back and one lightly massaged the back of her neck. She licked her lips to wet them and pressed them lightly to his skin, tasting salt and his chest vibrated under them as he sighed. She felt warm, happy, comfortable and strangely safe as she let her eyes close and simply luxuriated in the joy and pleasure she had just experienced. She squirmed slightly with a soft whine as she felt him start to shrink and her sex clenched in an attempt to hold him where he was. The lay like that, still and sated as their breathing and heart rates returned to normal and nature took its course as he slipped free of her.

Rick held her to him, her body, warm and alive on top of his, her skin smooth, soft and damp under his fingers as they stroked across it. Her scent, mixed with the sweet perfume of sex enveloped him as he felt the lethargy of the heavy exertion that was the hallmark of great sex starting to seep into his senses. Tired or not, his dick twitched when it brushed against the slick inside of her thigh. He raised his head and kissed the dark top of hers before reaching over and getting enough of the covers to drag over them before settling back. “Well, that didn’t suck.” He admitted playfully, his arms tightening around her. “No, it really didn’t.” she concurred softly, surprised out how sleepy and relaxed her voice sounded and he chuckled softly.

He could feel her breathing slow, just like his own, the pressure of her warm breasts and nipples pressing into his skin lessening. He lightly stroked her hair and she murmured softly, one of her hands lightly gripped the curve of his shoulder and he could feel her lips curve into a soft smile against his skin. Just before she drifted off to sleep, she had one last thought: ”Oh crap! We’re so going to have to do that again.” and disconcerting as it was, it still couldn’t keep her from drifting off into blissful slumber.

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