Page 19 of St. Lucia Escapades
“I’m not going to last. Moira, I want you...with me.”
“I’m there. Now Cord.”
Hearing the lilt in her voice deepen was the last push he needed. Gripping her hips, he thrust harder. Once. Twice. On the third he roared her name as he came, Moira’s cry mingling with his as she joined him in orgasmic overdrive.
Cord slowly sank atop of her as the aftershocks rolled through him. Softly kissing the column of her neck, he could feel her pulse racing and her body trembling beneath him. Not wanting to crush her, he rolled so they were on their sides.
“Wow.” He panted.
“I don’t think I survived.” She sighed, brushing her hair from her face.
Cord chuckled. He began to ease from her, causing them both to moan. On jelly legs, Cord rose from the bed and disposed of the condom then returned to Moira.
“Stay with me.” He said
“Aye.” She smiled.
He pulled the sheets back and they slipped under them. Moira curled into his arms with a contented sigh. Cord tucked her head against his shoulder and held her close. He wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot.
Chapter 8
Moira
Sunlight filtered into the bedroom as Moira slowly awakened. She stretched, feeling wonderfully sore. She reached over to Cord’s side of the bed and found she was alone in the bed. Sitting up, she looked over and found a note on his pillow. She picked it up and smiled.
Moira,
Went for a run, be back soon. Oh, by the way…don’t get out of bed and don’t get dressed.
She had to laugh at his instructions. Was he nuts? She had no intention of getting out of bed. Laying back down against the pillow, she reflected on the events of last night. After their first and entirely too fast round one, Cord had taken her again after a short nap. The second round was just as hot but much more leisurely. She didn’t think there was a single part of her body that Cord hadn’t touched, kissed, licked, or tasted.
The third time had been all for Moira. She had flipped the tables and it was her turn to have her way with Cord. She had taken her time in touching, tasting, and teasing him just as he had her. It had made her so hot when she would feel him shiver and moan her name when she touched or licked a particular area. Cord had nearly come unglued when Moira had finally taken him in her mouth. Even now as she remembered it, Moira’s body heated up. Closing her eyes, one of her hands eased down between her legs.
“Mmm, Cord.”
Moira was soon lost in the memories of the previous night and she never heard the door of the condo open and close. She slid two fingers inside, her legs widening under the sheets. She was quickly getting wetter and while her fingers felt good, they were a poor substitute for Cord. Her haze was disturbed when the bedroom door moved, and her eyes opened to find Cord standing there wearing a hot as hell smirk watching her. His skin glistened in a sheen of sweat from his run.
“Starting without me?”
“Sorry, not sorry.”
“Well, in that case don’t let me stop you. You keep up your work and I’ll be right back after I rinse off.”
Moira nodded and watched him enter the bathroom. When she had seen him at the door with him watching, it felt so naughty and made her excited. The same way she had felt when he had fingered her on the trail yesterday and on the beach a few days before that. Not knowing if they were absolutely alone added a touch of excitement and naughtiness. Her hips started moving slowly in tune with her fingers. Each slid inside as she reached a little deeper. Not knowing what Cord had planned, she wanted to make sure she was more than ready for him.
“Fuck me you look amazing Moira.” Cord stated, exiting the bathroom. She opened her eyes and just watched him walk toward her. “Seeing you fingering that sweet pussy, laying in me bed wanting me.”
“I do want you Cord. Please.” Moira sighed, never taking her eyes from him.
Cord
Cord was entranced with Moira. The thin sheet clinging to her naked form, the tops of her breasts barely covered and the hardened nipples poking through the sheet. He could see her legs open wide and her hand moving slowly between them. It was obvious that she was trying not to build her release up too fast. Those blue eyes he adored were watching him, pleading for him to touch her, kiss her, hell do something to her. Cord kneeled beside her on the bed.
“Are you wet my Irish rose?”
“Aye…aye I’m wet for ye.”
He gave the sheet a tug, exposing her breasts to him. He had to taste her. His head lowered and he sucked one of the hardened peaks into his mouth, making Moira gasp his name. Cord shifted on the bed and slid one of his hands under the sheet and joined her hand between her legs. While she continued the slow thrusting of her fingers, he found her clit and started teasing it. Feeling it swelling under his finger.
