Beaches

The sun is setting behind the volcanic mountains to the west. The lava is spewing into the air with it red fiery glow against the blackening sky. They rein up their horse at the edge of the ocean. The mighty tide is out a ways to sea, the beach is left smooth from the currents calming force. Tonight it is Jack’s ebb tide that’ll be hitting upon the beaches of Jenna’s body.

Her beautifully soft, tanned sand dunes, her warm and waiting underwater cave await for her deep-sea diver to map out her hidden treasures, as she is an island of pleasure. Tonight Jack and Jenna may not prove the shifting plate theory but a small part of their earth-bound world will be made to move from the inside out and from the tips of their peninsula toes to their mountain peak heads.

Jack takes this beautiful woman in his arms, cradles her and carries her to an awaiting dry blanket with candles, wine, and a picnic dinner. They are hungry, but no food will calm the lust; the love that burns inside of them like the molten rocks that is lighting up the sky. He firmly crushes his masculine lips to her feminine mouth. They kiss; she crumbles into his embrace. Her hair, her long golden brown hair is cascading towards the ground. The curls of her hair emulate the mountain stream coursing down its banks to the mighty river, which feeds the very sea they are spending the night near.

The horses, as well as the world around them are forgotten. Even though he could spend all night holding her in his arms he lays her down, stands up and admires the woman of his dreams, but she isn’t a dream any more; she’s here, right where she belongs.

Her sand dunes, her silken beaches call to be touched be the ocean mists of his kisses. She wants to feel his rock hard muscles caress every inch of her sandy shores of desire. He takes her, pulls her close and whispers in her ear, “Darlin’ I love you, you make my every minute special.”

These will be the only words heard tonight. Their calls into the night of passion will be the same as the seagull, the osprey, and the mighty rumble of the earth as the volcanic pressure builds within the earthly core of their human souls. It is to be said that no love is as strong as Mother Nature’s to the land she has been charged to protect, this is how Jack loves Jenna.

With each inch of shoreline covered by Jack’s ocean mist kisses more land is lost to the erotic waters of her love’s harbor. He navigates her body like a seasoned sailor can sail through a treacherous channel. He knows if he moves to fast then it is over before the thorough enjoyment can begin. He likes to keep soothing tongue crashing upon her shores of her love’s marina for a long time. Jack loves her sweet taste, her fruity smell, and the soft feel of her sandy cove around his head. Her body below her belly button is a smooth as the sand below the high tide line. His tongue glides over this area like a water skier.

He likes it when their passions ignite at the same time, it reminds him of all the young kids with their midnight bonfires on the beaches. If those kids were here they would learn a thing or two about reaching the climax of a beautiful sandcastle. He knows, as much as he would want to, there is no better way to make a sand castle then with your heart totally into it and Jenna can feel the beating of his heart, it is beating the tympani drums of love and desire. I f Jack could feel her heart at this moment...they are beating the same tune.

Inside of Jenna her essence is becoming molten lava. It is flowing through her body just beneath her core. Her body is increasingly becoming warmer. She is caught up in its uncontrolled vibrations of the love she is feeling for Jack and his magic tongue. Her toes are curled, her pulse quickens, her eyes close and she is moaning. She arcs her back as Jack wraps his arms under her legs and pulls her closer to his wanting mouth. Jenna erupts and Jack is hungrily licking up the overflow of womanly lava.

Jenna’s body relaxes and then she sits up and clamps her arms around Jack. She leads him to him to lie on his back and, of course, Jack doesn’t resist...