Free Personal Adventures by Sidney Bristol

his arm. Her hand didn’t reach even halfway around his bicep. “Maybe it’s wrong to say this, but it’s nice that other people see it.”
    “People saw it, and did shit about it.” The scowl on his face would have scared her, were it directed at her. Instead it further endeared him.
    Carey pushed the empty plate to sit on the rock and scooted closer to her. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed a kiss to her temple. She nuzzled his neck, nipping and kissing the sensitive spot she’d discovered last night.
    “Lie down.” She pushed his shoulder.
    He quirked a brow, but did as she requested and flopped on the cushion. He folded his arms behind his head, much as he had the night before.
    “This what you had in mind?”
    “Almost.” She arranged his legs so that she was between his thighs.
    He grasped his cock and stroked it, watching her from half-lidded eyes. She fondled her nipples, pinching the peaks, knowing now that he liked to watch her as much as she enjoyed playing his voyeur. She could already feel her channel growing slick in anticipation of having him again.
    “Babe,” he groaned and reached for her.
    She pushed his hand away and leaned down to kiss his balls. His hand stopped, holding his rod erect, while she laved the crease between his testicles with her tongue. His knees came up and his whole body shuddered.
    “Fuck. Elise.”
    His hand dug into her hair hard enough it hurt, but not enough to dissuade her from turning her attention to his cock. His hand still encircled most of his length, but she was able to kiss and suck on the head of his cock. Wrapping her hand over his, she urged him to continue stroking. With her other hand, she stoked her own need.
    Carey pulled on her hair again. His cock slid from between her lips with a pop. He manhandled her, grabbing her legs and pulling her body toward him before pushing her down onto the cushion. She hit her back and grunted as Carey’s weight settled on top of her, forcing the oxygen momentarily out of her lungs.
    “Carey.” She pushed at his chest.
    He levered up on his forearms and silenced her with a quick kiss. “Later. I want in you. Now.”
    Though this wasn’t their first, second or fifth time, her pulse still kicked up and a flood of moisture drenched her thighs. She thrust her hips up against him and kneaded the globes of his ass. She loved his body, the absolute strength of him and how he could be rough without hurting.
    “Fine. Condom?”
    He grinned and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and holding her face between his hands. Breaking away, he pushed up to his knees, his erect cock bobbing toward her and reached for the towel. She chuckled when he produced a condom.
    “Who should I thank for teaching you to always be prepared?” She ran her foot up his thigh as he slid the condom on.
    One side of his mouth kicked up. “My parents stressed contraception and protection.”
    “Maybe I won’t thank them.” She laughed at the visual, and pulled him down on top of her.
    He chuckled with her. “Not yet at least.”
    He loomed over her, the cloudless sky spread out above, framed by pine trees. Their gazes locked. She felt his cock against her. His fingers skimmed over her nether lips, and a smile spread across his face.
    “Damn, you’re always so wet for me. That’s hot.”
    She tilted her head back, a silly smile spread across her face. How could he make her laugh and horny all at once?
    Her thigh went over his hip and her eyes fluttered closed while he eased inside her. His breath fanned against her neck. She groaned and tilted her hips. Carey moaned and thrust again, sliding deep within her.
    “Look at me.”
    “Bossy.”
    “That’s me. And I like your eyes. It wasn’t light enough last night to do this.”
    She gasped as he stroked in and out. “Like what?”
    “Make love. Face to face.”
    It was corny, and she was a fraction of a second away from laughing, but there was an almost seriousness that