Pleasure Cove: Where love is hot on the beach! Read Online Free Page A

lapping around her. She matched his movements and the tension built quickly in her molten center. He threw his head back to maintain control as his thrusting grew stronger.
    Carrie dug her hands into Bob’s back and pressed herself into his shaft to take him over the edge. “Come for me, baby,” she whispered, “I love to watch you lose control.” When he thrust again, she exploded and arced as the orgasm spread through her body. The heat of his semen made the water feel cool as he came, and she thrust quickly to feel a second orgasm rush up her spine. They held each other closely as they trembled from the heavy breathing.
    Bob kissed her temple and said quietly as his lips touched her, “Only you can do that to me, Carrie, you make me forget about everything else.”  She hugged him tightly before moving back to float in the water.
    “Do you think we’ll ever have sex in bed this weekend?” she teased. “Let’s order room service in the morning and sleep in. We can snuggle and shag to the rhythm of the waves. Don’t you love that British word, shag, especially the way Austin Powers says it. I wanna shag-g you, baby,” she said in a British accent.
    “Carrie, I’ll take you any way I can get you,” Bob retorted as he looked up at the stars. “I’ll see what I can do about that room service. It’s not part of the plan right now, but I do have connections,” he wiggled his eyebrows looking at her, “Especially for my little water nymph.”
    “Maybe we shouldn’t push our luck here,” Carrie mentioned as she glanced around and walked to the stairs of the pool, “Are you ready to head back to the motel?” 
    Bob nodded, “Sure, let’s go sit on the rocks till we dry off.  You might see a shooting star here where there are no lights.” 
    “Well, that would be the perfect end to this evening,” Carrie said wistfully, “What would you wish for, Bob?”
    “I don’t wish on stars anymore, Carrie, life has taught me I get more from planning than wishing.”  Carrie studied him as he wiped the water off his toned body and bent to retrieve his slacks. She saw that he shut down just for a moment.
    “I see,” she gently replied, “I think it’s more about hope than wishing. I believe we have to have hope that good things will come to us. I was hoping for a smart, generous lover to come into my life, and then you appeared.”
    “Thank you, love,” Bob kissed her hair as he threw his arm around her and they headed for the rocks. Bob sat on the hard rock and pulled Carrie between his legs. “Sit on my lap where it’s softer,” folding his arms around her waist.  They enjoyed a peaceful moment looking at the night sky and listening to the waves.  Just as they were drying off, Bob heard the purr of a distant motor. “Who would be out on the water this late?” he asked. He and Carrie both rose to take a peek over the rocks where they heard the sound. Sure enough, a small boat with no lights on was pulling up to the isolated sandy beach. Bob and Carrie remained where they were tucked behind the rocks so they could watch what happened.
    Silently, two men jumped off and headed up the shore to the back of the rocks where Bob and Carrie stood.  Quickly, Bob tugged Carrie’s elbow so they both hunkered down into their hiding place. They watched the two men walk around the back of the artist’s house. Bob leaned to whisper in Carrie’s ear, “It’s safe now that you could go back to the motel. I want to stay and see what they do.”
    “No, I want to stay with you, Bob, we’re safe as long as we’re still and don’t try to stop them.” He nodded and stood for one moment to check out their boat.
    Looking for a name or number that he could report to the authorities, Bob murmured, “An unmarked boat, no lights – it doesn’t add up, somebody’s up to no good.”
    It was only minutes before the two men appeared at the side of the house again, this time wearing back-packs. With caps pulled