Page 18 of St. Lucia Escapades
As he fumbled with kicking off his shoes, he kept his eyes locked on the red-haired siren laying on his bed. He growled when she smiled and cupped her breasts. When he rose back to his full height to shove down his jeans and boxers, Moira licked her lips while pulling down the cups of her bra.
“Christ woman you’re driving me insane.”
“I like that I drive you crazy.”
Moira
Moira felt like her heart was about to burst from her chest when she saw Cord naked for the first time. He was an Adonis in the flesh. Hard, lean and muscles in all the right places. Her eyes roamed him from head to toe then back again. When he gripped his erection, she moaned and tugged at her nipples.
“You look so fucking amazing Moira.” He hissed.
“Cord, I want you. Please.” She breathed.
Cord didn’t make her wait any longer. He was on the bed and kneeling between her legs in seconds. Moira barely managed his name before he yanked her panties off, and his mouth was on her.
Moira’s eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her back bowed off the bed. The feel of his mouth on her and his tongue deep inside her was bliss.
“Cord...oh my god yes.”
All she heard from him was a hum of satisfaction. Glancing down her body she found him watching her. Her hips bucked, grinding her clit against his mouth. With a moan she somehow managed to unhook and toss away her bra. Cupping her breasts, a little rougher, she kept watching Cord go down on her.
“Bloody hell!”
Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. Her body seized as she exploded for him. His mouth and tongue however refused to relent. She could barely breath as he pushed her toward release again. Moira screamed in rapture when he added two fingers along with his tongue.
“Damn baby, I could eat you all night.” Cord smiled, moving up her body.
“I... donna...think I could survive it.” Moira panted.
“Let’s see if you’ll survive me inside you then.”
Cord
He was halfway over her when reality pushed through his lust. Hauling himself off the bed, he rushed to the bathroom. Digging in his toiletry bag, he pulled out a strip of condoms. He tore one off and turned back for the bed.
Moira’s gaze was confused and changed to recognition when she saw him rolling the rubber on. He rejoined her on the bed, his body looming over hers.
“Now, where were we?” He asked.
“I believe you were about to test my survival skills.” She teased.
Cord chuckled then kissed her. He took hold of her hips, elevated them, and began easing inside her. He knew how tight she was, and he wasn’t exactly little. Both groaned as the first inch slipped into her.
“Moira...you’re so damned tight.”
“More Cord. I want more.”
How the hell was he supposed to say no to that? Lifting her up so her ass now rested on his thighs, Cord pushed forward more.
Her muscles clenched around him, forcing him to hold back the need to just drive himself home. While she was tight, her two orgasms eased his way and in moments he was balls deep.
“Fuck.” He gasped.
“Don’t stop now.” She pleaded, her legs wrapping around his waist.
That was all it took. Cord fused their lips together as he started to move. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he knew they were both too far gone for that. Feeling her nails drag along his back and her body moving in tandem with his thrusts spurred him on.
“Fuck me Cord. Now.”
