Page 22 of St. Lucia Escapades
‘He’s the most amazing man I’ve ever met.’Moira thought, taking her drink from him.
“You looked like you were thinking hard there.” Cord commented.
“More like admiring the view.” she winked, before lifting her Mai Ti to her lips.
After Cord had admitted he was falling for her, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes or hands off her. Of course, you would never hear Moira Katherine Donovan complaining. Moira was in a similar boat not being able to keep herself from looking or touching him either. Sipping her drink, she reached across the small table and took his hand in hers. Cord squeezed her hand as he sipped his beer. The low lighting of the club made his hazel eyes seem darker. The shadows playing around his face seemed to be doing wickedly delicious things to her.
“What are you thinking Moira?” He asked.
“I’m thinking how wicked you look in this lighting.” She answered, her voice shaking.
She watched as Cord sat down his beer then took her glass and sat it down beside his bottle. Silently, he pulled her to her feet and led her onto the dance floor as a seductive samba began playing. Moira felt her whole body heat up when Cord’s arms enveloped her and pulled her flush against him. Feeling her body pressed up against his was something that just felt so natural to her. Almost as if instinctually, their bodies just knew one another. It was the same when he made love to her. He just seemed to anticipate her body’s movements and reactions before he even touched her. For Moira it was the same with him. She seemed to know where he wanted her to touch him, kiss him, or just to tease him.
“What are you thinking?” he whispered in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
“Just how good it feels being in your arms.” She sighed, shivering in delight.
“If I had my way you’d stay in my arms and in my bed.” Cord stated, his eyes burning with his desire for her.
Moira moaned when he pulled her tighter to him and she felt him hard and throbbing against her stomach. Looking up, she licked her lips as she started rocking against him. When Cord growled low and deep, she felt herself get wet and knew if he were to slide his hand under her dress, he’d feel how wet her panties were. Feeling a little adventurous in the moment, Moira moved a hand between them. Keeping her eyes trained on his, she gripped his cock through his slacks and squeezed softly. They continued dancing as she stepped up her tease.
“Baby…what are you…” Cord panted.
“Just having a little fun.” Moira winked.
Cord
Cord couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Moira was in his arms and at the same time unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. It took everything in him not to react when her small hand slipped into his pants and gripped his cock. He knew he was rock hard and judging from the look in those glowing blue eyes she liked that. He couldn’t tell what was making him so hard. Was it having Moira in his arms? The fact that she was slowly jerking him on a crowded dance floor where anyone could see? A combination of both? Yeah, that was probably it, the adventurousness she was exhibiting in this moment.
He cast a quick glance around and quickly made a decision. Keeping in rhythm with not only the song playing, but also the rhythm of Moira’s hand, he moved them into a secluded dark corner on the far edge of the dance floor. He spun them so Moira was now pressed between himself and the wall behind her. Moira looked up at him. Cord could see the lust, excitement, nervousness, and love reflecting at him in her eyes.
“You’re tempting fire Moira.”
“And just what do you plan to do about it, boyo?”
His restraint snapped then and there. Her Irish lilt thickened, her breasts swelling under his gaze. Cord leaned down and captured her lips with his in a fierce kiss. Moira surrendered to him, her hand tightening and stroking him a little faster. Cord’s hips rolled, matching her hand’s speed. Cord had never done anything like this, and it exhilarated him. Moira moaned into their kiss, her back arching and her hand slowly slid from his pants.
“Cord…I…I…”
“You’re hot and wet for me aren’t you Moira? If I were to touch that sweet pussy of yours would I find it soaked for me?”
“Aye.”
He wanted to see for himself. Pressing closer to her to better shield them for spectators, Cord moved one of his hands between them. Placing it on her thigh, he eased his hand up her thigh, sliding under the skirt of her dress as he did. Moira’s eyes fluttered open and her breath hitched as she realized what he was doing. At the same time, she was doing nothing to stop him. In fact, her legs opened more giving him easier access. In seconds, Cord’s hand was cupping her. He groaned feeling how wet she was.
“Christ woman, you’re soaked.”
“Aye, you look at me and I get wet.”
“I want you Moira. Right now. Let’s go.”
“Please…I need…”
Cord studied her. Moira was trembling and her hips rocking, which caused her to press against his hand searching for friction. Hell, his pants were still open, and he was ready to go. Looking around he saw that they were well hidden by not only the corner but the low lights of the club. Cord held an internal debate for about thirty seconds before he decided. Gripping her wrists, he lifted them and pinned them above her head.
“Fuck it.”
Moira
