41Authors Note: Well, you guys decided! So, here you go. This story will be the 'naughty bits' of Burning Love. I would advise reading that one first, if you haven't.
As always, thank you to my lovely alwayscastle2 for reading this. Love you sister!
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-Krystle
Walking into their room at the far end of the house, Rick locks the door behind them. Turning around, he sees Kate, standing in the middle of the room in her wedding gown; and he swears he's never seen anything more beautiful. He walks over to her, and slips his arms around her waist, and pulls her to him.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look today?" he asks, softly kissing her cheek down to her neck.
A happy sigh slips past her lips as she brings her arms up and around his neck. "Technically, no, since it's past midnight."
She can feel him smile against her neck. "Well," he says, as he pulls away to look at her. Brushing a stubborn curl from her face. "I have never seen a bride as beautiful as you. You're glowing, Kate, and I'm so proud to call you my wife."
Her cheeks turn crimson, as she raises up and kisses him softly. "Help me out of this dress, Mr. Castle?"
"Gladly, Mrs. Castle."
Kate smiles at her new title, watching as her husband's eyes dance after calling her by her new name. They've been married all of six hours, giddy with excitement - she hopes it's always like this with them.
Rick turns her in his arms, skirting his hands across her shoulders, watching the goosebumps arise on her arms. He finds the zipper of her dress, and drags it down slowly; teasing her. As the material of the dress parts, he kisses a trail down her neck, and across her shoulder blades. He's always loved making love to Kate; but now - now he's making love to her as his wife.
Taking her hand, he helps her step out of the dress. He picks it up and lays it softly over one of the chairs in the room. He never got the chance to meet his Mother-In-Law, but the woman had amazing taste; and Kate definitely takes after her.
"You're beautiful," he whispers.
She doesn't bother hiding her blush at his words, only steps towards him. She lifts her slightly shaky hands up to his loose bow-tie, and slips it from under his collar. She raises up on her toes and kisses him as her hands start to unbutton his white shirt. His hands come to rest on her hips, and as she finishes with the last button, she slides her hands up his chest, to his shoulders and slides his shirt off of his arms and the garment bunches at his bent elbows.
"Off," she mumbles, moving from his lips down to his neck.
He chuckles and releases her long enough for his shirt to slide to the floor. He toes off his shoes as she slips from her heels. She wraps her arms around his neck again as his hands settle on her hips, and he walks them back to the bed. When the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, she drops, sitting before him.
His palm cradles her cheek, his thumb strokes her cheek bone, and she raises her eyes to his, smiling up at him. He mumbles something about her being beautiful, but she's too focused on unbuckling his belt and ridding him of his trousers to comprehend a word he's saying.
Finally, finally he's stepping out of his black pants, and moving with her as she scoots back onto the bed. Their mouths collide again, and she moans when his tongue sweeps across the roof of her mouth.
Her nails rake down his back as his lips move to her neck; burning hot kisses against her skin. The way he's laying - with one of his legs between hers - he's giving her just enough friction to drive her insane.
"God, Rick," she groans, sliding her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers to squeeze the flesh of his perfectly round ass. "Don't stop."
She cards her fingers though his hair, as he trails his lips farther south. He smiles hearing her gasp when he wraps his lips around her still covered nipple. Reaching under her arched back, he quickly unfastens her bra and tosses it aside, his hot mouth on her again in a flash.
"I don't intend to," he mumbles into the valley between her breasts. He moves down her body, making her more breathless with every kiss placed on her skin. The scent that he can only describe as Kate fills his nose the closer he gets to her center. He teases the skin above her panties, and touches her through the material. He has to drape his arm across her abdomen to keep her from bucking off the bed at his touch.
Kate runs her fingers through his hair with one hand, and grips the sheets as tight as she can with the other. The things this man does to her body blows her mind. She can feel him move the material of her panties to the side, and then his finger is running teasingly around her opening before sinking inside her tight wetness.
She throws her head back in the pillow and bites her lip when she feels his mouth on her. "Oh, God," she moans. Her hips start rolling in time with his ministrations, and he adds a second finger.
He knows she's not going to last long by the way she's gripping his fingers. His teeth nibble hungrily on her hardened pearl, her moans are music to his ears. Kate manages to push herself up on her elbows to watch Rick pleasure her. His eyes meet hers, as she reaches down for one of his hands, dragging it up her body to squeeze her breast. He brushes his thumb over her nipple, and she drops back to the bed.
His skilled fingers hit a spot deep inside her and she's screwing her eyes shut tight, calling his name as her body shudders. She's arching her back and he's sure if she bends anymore she'll snap in two.
Bringing her back down from her earth shattering orgasm, he slides up her body and brushes the hair from her face. Her eyes open and focus on him, she smiles, cupping his cheek and pulling him to her for a languid kiss.
"Rick," she whispers, resting her forehead on his. "I need you, please."
He nods, and she helps him remove his boxers. Settling between her legs, he teases her - running the tip of himself through her arousal. He places himself at her opening, and pushes the head of his manhood inside watching as her eyes slip closed, he removes himself which causes her to whimper in protest.
He cups her cheek, and caresses her cheek bone with his thumb. "Open your eyes, Kate. Watch us come together."
She steadies her breathing before she opens her eyes and smiles at him. "Please. No more teasing."
"Watch," he commands in a whisper.
Before she can say anything else, he's buried his generous length deep within her channel. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan feeling him deep inside her. How close they came to not being here causes tears to spring to her eyes.
As if sensing she needed to be convinced that they were really here in this moment, Rick leans down, adjusting the angle of his penetration, and kisses her hungrily. Her nails scrape down his back; a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, coming to a resting place on his firm ass.
She clinches her inner walls around him and breaks their kiss. "Babe, I need you to move. Please."
He begins his movements. Thrusting in and out of her slowly. He wants to remember everything about this night. The way she feels around him, her ragged breathing, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Every tiny detail he's committing to memory.
Kate rolls her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, kissing any part of him that her lips can reach. "Harder, Rick. Make me yours."
Hearing her want him to 'claim' her, cause him to growl. He rears back on to his knees, tosses one of her legs over his shoulder as she wraps the other around his back, and he slams into her. Over and over, the only sound filling the room is that of their ragged breathing.
"Yes," she pants. "God, Rick. So close, babe."
Adding more fuel to his fire, he reaches between them and rubs on her clit in hard fierce circles. Kate grips the sheets with her left hand, the pillow above her head with her right, and bows her back.
Her orgasm rips through her, bringing Rick with her. He spills into her, her name falling from his lips as he collapses on top of her.
