Personal Adventures by Sidney Bristol Page A

time he’d admire her, but right now he wanted to be in her again.
    Standing, he wrapped her thick braid around his hand. Tugging her head back, he kissed her. She slid her hands down his chest, pressing her fingers into his muscle, caressing his abdomen. Women had touched him before but she owned with a touch, branding him.
    He walked her back a few steps across the tub, their bodies bumping and moving against and with each other.
    Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, he nibbled it before releasing her altogether. She whimpered, her cheeks flushed and hands roving over his shoulders in a vain attempt to pull him back down.
    “Turn around,” he said.
    She blinked, one brow arching at the growled command. Slowly she turned, looking over her shoulder at him. Without coaching, she leaned forward, grasping the edge of the tub and shoving her hips back in invitation.
    His mouth dried up. He stroked a hand down her back. She closed her eyes and shivered.
    It was too much. Leaning forward, he put his hands over hers and kissed her neck where it met her shoulder, then worked his way up to her jaw. She fit under him so damn well, her round ass cradling his cock, her spine bowed up into his chest.
    She pressed something into his hand. Peeking over her shoulder, he laughed. She’d shoved a condom under his fingers. At least he wasn’t the only horny one.
    “Carey,” she moaned as his hand took a detour across her breasts.
    He was quickly learning why Elise shied away from contact. She was sensitive everywhere—her breasts, her clit, her neck. Everywhere he touched elicited a reaction. No woman had ever responded like her. The lightest brush elicited deep moans, she thrust her chest up and her legs moved restlessly.
    Her back dipped and her hips arched up into his pelvis, grinding against him.
    “Carey, damn it—”
    “Shh.” He stroked down her back and stood. “Hey, put your knees on the bench.” He watched her ass rise out of the water, just enough to tempt with what was below. “Damn.” He sucked in a breath. He couldn’t say what he felt, not now when she might doubt which head he was thinking with. They would get to that later. Breaking open the condom, he rolled it on.
    Glancing up, he caught her gaze on his cock, barely visible above the churning water.
    “You’re amazing, you know that?” Did she hear the different tone in his voice? Could she read between the lines?
    She lifted one shoulder. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” The husky quality of her voice was a verbal stroke to his balls. “Now are you going to fuck me?”
    He grinned, gripping her hip with one hand and using the other to guide his cock. “Babe, I’m going to rock your world.”
    “Promises, promises,” she taunted, swishing her hips side to side.
    His hold tightened and the movement stilled at the first caress to her folds. “Have I ever said something I don’t mean?”
    Elise closed her mouth, brows lifted in surprise. Let her think about that.
    He slid his cock along the length of her slit, forward over her clit and back. She shivered as he neared the swirl of tight flesh, no doubt remembering the half-drunken conversation about back-door sex that had embarrassed both of them. Back and forth he went, holding her in place and rocking back on his heels to prevent her from impaling herself.
    “You’re a damn tease, Carey.”
    “Nah, I just like to listen to you moan.”
    He thrust forward, sliding in with ease. She gasped, arching her back. Her body spasmed around him, so responsive and damn perfect.
    “Fuck, I love your ass,” he groaned, palming the lush flesh.
    She rolled her hips against him, clamping her inner muscles.
    “God, yes. Do that.” He let his head roll back as she repeated the maneuver. His balls drew up tight and his toes tingled. He was close, too close.
    He reached around to thumb her clit, grinning when she whimpered.
    Leaning forward, he scraped his chin over her shoulder. “I love those sounds you