Sugar Shack by Paisley Scott

pussy and eased between her ass cheeks. “Shh, shh,” he soothed as she tensed.
    Catherine had endured anal sex before, but her previous lovers had been too rough. But Luke was different. He went slow, patiently waiting for her body to relax and take him in. She gasped. The further he went, the more excited she got. He held her hair tightly, comforting her with his lips and sweet murmurs as he pushed deeper.
    His other hand slid down her front and slipped into her moist pussy, sliding skillfully over her swollen clit. God, so many sensations going on, she was surely going to die from it all! “Luke, ah! Oh, yeah...please! More, more!” She didn’t know what she was saying, or what she was begging for, but whatever he was doing to her, she never wanted him to stop.
    He withdrew, only the tip of his cock maintaining contact, before sliding back inside her, his fingers rubbing her in rhythm to his pumping. As she relaxed more, it made his entry easier and he pushed deeper into her at every stroke.
    She panted against the tabletop, her fingers clenching and unclenching with need. “So…fucking good...so…so good…”
    “ Oh, yeah, babe,” he rasped against her ear. “We’ve always been damn good.” His fingers applied more pressure to the tiny circles he made on her slick clit.
    Waves of warmth wrapped around her. She knew she was close but, selfishly, she wanted to keep it at bay a little longer. Nothing had ever felt so good as having taboo sex with Luke while he finger-fucked her on the table. A high moan slipped from her throat. The thought of what he was doing to her sent her tumbling over the edge. The rush of heat spiraled through her blood and lifted her to sweet release.
    Her moans grew louder.
    “ Jesus, you’re so sexy when you come,” he whispered brokenly against her ear.
    Her pussy clenched against his hand and he pushed once more deep into her ass. The hand gripping her hair pulled harder as he tried to control himself. “Ahhh...I’m...coming, Cat,” he ground out. His body shuddered as he let go of her tresses and grabbed her hips, holding her still as he ejaculated inside her.
    He slumped across her back, his arms holding most of his weight on the table. Their breathing was labored, their bodies slick with perspiration and heat from the hearth.
    Luke finally moved, standing back and pulling his jeans up from around his ankles where they’d stayed during their lusty encounter. He touched her shoulder and they made eye contact as she rested against the tabletop. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, sweetheart,” he said, concern clear in his eyes.
    Catherine rolled up on her elbow, trying to get her bearings. “No, no, Luke. You didn’t hurt me. That was great.” She stopped and tried for a better word. Great just wasn’t enough for what they’d just shared. “It was mind-blowing, actually.”
    His deep breath exhaled on a whistle. “It was fucking fantastic.” He shoved a hand through his damp blond hair.
    Catherine pushed away from the table, completely comfortable in her nakedness. With a saucy smile, she looped her finger in the waistband of his jeans and tugged, compelling him to follow her out of the room.
    Grinning, he followed, doing nothing more than placing his hand over hers at his waist as they went.
    She led them to the bathroom, warmed by the constantly burning furnace in the corner, and closed the door behind them. “You’re a dirty boy, Luke. I’m going to need to clean you off,” she murmured, turning on the shower.
    His grin widened. “If I’m a dirty boy, what’s that make you, sweetheart?”
    “ A very happy girl,” she told him without missing a beat.
    They stepped into the tiled shower and Luke closed the curtain behind them. The water felt good, surrounding Catherine in a cloak of soothing warmth. She reached for the soap, but Luke ’s hand was already there, grabbing it before her.
    “ Uh uh,” he said. “I scrub your back, you scrub mine.”
    In answer,