Chapter 129: Sugar Sweet
I frowned, confused by the instruction. Before I could question him, he stood and walked toward the kitchen, leaving me half-naked and bewildered on the sofa.
The sound of cabinets opening and closing echoed from the kitchen. When Caelan returned, his eyes gleamed with mischief and a small jar of white sugar dangled from his fingers.
"What are you doing?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he knelt beside the couch, opening the jar and scooping out a spoonful of fine white crystals. My eyes widened as he held the spoon above me, letting the sugar sprinkle onto my collarbone in a thin, glittering line.
"I never thought I'd end up marrying a pervert," I teased, watching as he carefully traced a path down to the valley between my breasts.
Caelan paused, looking up at me with a raised eyebrow. "Don't you like it?"
The challenge in his voice sent a shiver through me. Before I could respond, he lowered his head, his tongue tracing the path of sugar across my skin. The warm, wet slide of his mouth combined with the sweet grit of sugar created a sensation that made me gasp.
He worked slowly, deliberately, his tongue sweeping across my collarbone before moving lower. When he reached my breast, he took his time, licking away each crystal before drawing my nipple into his mouth.
I grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle as he used his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make me arch against him. His breath came faster, hot against my skin as he moved to my other breast, leaving no trace of sugar behind.
"Still think I'm a pervert?" he asked, voice muffled against my flesh.
"Absolutely," I managed to say between shallow breaths. "But I'm starting to see the appeal."
He laughed against my skin, the vibration sending new waves of pleasure through my body. The sugar trail continued down my stomach, and so did his mouth, hot and demanding. When he reached the edge of my underwear, he looked up, eyes meeting mine as he hooked his fingers into the waistband.
"These have to go," he said, tugging them down my legs in one smooth motion.
He pushed my legs apart gently, settling between them. Another spoonful of sugar appeared, and he sprinkled it on his tongue before leaning down to taste me.
The first touch of his mouth made me jerk, the sensation almost too intense. He held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as his tongue worked against me, the sugar adding an unexpected texture that heightened every sensation.
"Oh god," I gasped, one hand flying to his hair, tangling in the thick strands.
He hummed in satisfaction. The sugar dissolved quickly under the heat of his mouth and my own dampness, but he didn't stop. His tongue pressed deeper, exploring and tasting with single-minded focus.
Wetness gathered between my thighs as he licked and sucked, his movements growing more urgent. The sight of his head between my legs, the intensity in his eyes when he glanced up—it was almost too much.
My breathing grew ragged as pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter with each stroke of his tongue. He added another spoonful of sugar, the crystals melting almost instantly as he pushed his tongue inside me.
"Ah—ah..." The sound fell from my lips, incoherent and desperate.
The pleasure peaked suddenly, washing over me in waves. My toes curled, my back arched off the couch as I cried out. Through it all, Caelan didn't stop, drawing out each pulse of ecstasy until I was trembling.
Before I could recover, he stood, stripping off his clothes with urgent movements. His body was magnificent—all lean muscle and taut skin. His erection jutted forward, thick and ready.
He gripped my waist, pulling me toward him at the edge of the couch. Without preamble, he pushed inside me, filling me completely in one powerful thrust.
I gasped at the sudden fullness, my body still sensitive from my first climax. He didn't give me time to adjust, setting a relentless pace that had me gripping the couch cushions for support.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. "My baby. Oh..."
Each time we made love, our connection seemed to deepen. The physical familiarity only enhanced the experience—we knew each other's bodies now, knew exactly how to move together.
"Harder," I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He complied immediately, driving into me with increased force. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by our labored breathing.
Sweat beaded on his forehead as he maintained the punishing rhythm. I could feel another orgasm building, this one deeper, more intense than the first.
"Caelan," I gasped, feeling myself tighten around him. "I'm close—"
My words dissolved into a moan as he suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he had pulled me up from the couch.
"Come here," he murmured, leading me to the dining table.
He bent me over the smooth wooden surface, my breasts pressing against the cool tabletop. Without warning, he thrust back inside me, the new angle allowing him to reach even deeper.
"Oh god," I choked out, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the polished wood.
Caelan leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back as he continued to move. His breath was hot against my ear as he spoke.
"Feel good, baby?" he asked between thrusts. "I want to be inside you like this every day."
I was beyond words, capable only of gasps and moans as he pounded into me. The table rocked beneath us, the legs scraping against the floor with each powerful movement.
Sweat slicked my neck and chest, pooling between my shoulder blades. Caelan's pace grew more erratic, his breathing harsh and uneven. I knew he was close.
"You going to come for me?" he demanded, his hand sliding between my legs to rub circles against my most sensitive spot.
The dual stimulation pushed me over the edge immediately. I cried out, my inner walls clenching around him as pleasure tore through me. Still, he didn't stop, drawing out my orgasm until tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
When I didn't respond, too lost in sensation, he thrust particularly deep. "Answer me. Does it feel good?"
"Yes," I managed to gasp, my voice shaking. "Yes, it's good, it's so good."
Satisfied with my response, Caelan gripped my hips even tighter, his rhythm faltering as he approached his own release.