Pleasure Cove: Where love is hot on the beach! by M. G. Nash Page A

her lips while she chewed and kissed her throat as she swallowed. He came back to the plate and selected a strawberry for himself.  Sucking on the chocolate as if it were Carrie’s breast, he moaned and winked at her. She felt herself tighten as she watched him. Flicking his tongue around the strawberry he put the entire fruit into his mouth.
    Carrie turned to the stereo when her favorite oldies song started playing. “I want to slow dance with you by the fire,” she whispered tugging on his hand to pull him to his feet. Slipping into his arms, they began to turn slowly. “Look how the fire is casting our shadow on the walls,” Carrie mentioned as she hummed along with the song, “My darling, you are wonderful tonight.” Bob turned her under his arm then brought her back to his embrace. He kissed her tenderly first then deepened it as they swayed. They were both breathless when they parted.
    “Push the table back, Bob, and let’s make love in front of the fire,” said Carrie. She grabbed the pillows off the sofa and tossed them onto the rug before pouring one last glass of wine for them to share. “Come here and undress me,” she said in a husky voice. “My body is aching for your hands.”
    Bob walked over and placed his hands around Carrie’s waist. Slowly, he brought the gown up with his fingers as they grasped her thighs. He bunched the fabric in his hands until it gathered at her waist where he stopped. Moving his leg between hers, he sat back on the arm of the sofa and pressed his leg between hers. He lifted the gown to kiss her navel and dropped his tongue inside her belly button to push lightly with thrusts as if it were his penis. Carrie hummed with the pleasure of that sensation. She loved how he gripped her buttocks to control the rhythm of his tongue.
    “I had no idea my bellybutton was so sensual. That sends shock waves down to my core,” she said in wonder. She grabbed her dress and raised it over her head so it was tossed onto the couch. She squatted on his leg and squeezed tightly. Using her arms on his shoulders for balance, she leaned back giving him access to her body. As her head turned, she noticed their silhouette on the wall beside them.
    “Look at our shadows, Bob, “They are reflecting on the walls.” He brought his arms to the small of her back and arched her so her nipples stood out in a perfect profile. He dropped his head flicking his tongue across one then the other. She loved watching their shadow image and thrust her legs around his bringing her knee to press against his balls and engorged penis that was straining against his pants.
    “Um-m,” she moaned, “It’s erotic to see our bodies so big and dark. My nipples have never looked so long. She thrust her chest out. “Lick them again for me. Yeah, just like that,” she chanted as she squeezed her legs around Bob’s. “Your leg is one huge cock for me, it’s such a turn-on. I used to ride the horses like this on the farm.”
    “I want to see your shadow penis, love. Come lie with me on the pillows in front of the fire.” She stood up and tugged him down to the floor. Pulling off his shoes Carrie waited while he unzipped his pants then she grabbed the bottoms jerking them down to release his heavy blood-filled cock.
    “Oh, it’s magnificent,” she cried running her hand down his shaft and watching it respond in the shadow. “Put a pillow under your butt to lift it even more,” Carrie coaxed, “Now, that’s incredible.  She grasped his penis and began stroking it as she looked. “You’re my shadow dancer,” she sang softly pressing his cock down between his legs then releasing it to stand up. She stayed on her knees stroking his dark penis till he was ready to come.
    Bob grabbed her hand and said urgently, “I want to come inside you, baby, lay down for me and I’ll fill you with this long, hard cock.” He took her legs and brought her feet to his neck so she could see his shaft enter her completely.