Page 40 of St. Lucia Escapades
“And I love you too. Now, let’s get ready for the party.”
“Yes. I also promised Roxi I would try to get a picture and autograph of the band.” Moira nodded, laughing.
“I think we can arrange that.” Cord grinned.
Chapter 16
Cord
Cord eased the bedroom door open and smiled. In the middle of his bed lay Moira. The thin sheet draped over her naked body, enticing him with memories of the night before. After a successful evening at the bar, he and Moira had returned home where she surprised him. Oh he knew from St. Lucia that she was a hellcat, but last night had been an eye opener. The moment they walked into the house, Moira had spun and pinned him to the door before kissing the hell out of him. He had been so shocked and so turned on at the move.
She had then proceeded to give him the best blow job he ever had right there in the entryway of his house. After he exploded in her mouth, Moira stood and with a sexy smile started stripping while making her way toward the stairs. Cord had been helpless but to follow his Irish siren upstairs to the bedroom. Cord slowly shook his head to clear it and walked to the bed. He sat the two coffee mugs he held on his nightstand and slipped back into bed, pulling Moira toward him. She moaned a little but didn’t fully awaken.
He leaned down and kissed her. Softly, slowly, coaxing her to respond to him. She didn’t disappoint and her body shifted. He moaned feeling her beginning to hump his thigh. “That’s its baby. Ride my thigh.”
“Cord,” Moira moaned, her voice still laced with sleep.
Cord felt his erection coming to life as he felt her grow wetter against him. Christ, he wanted her. He wanted her now. He shifted them so he was now over her. He watched as her eyes open just as he thrust slow and deep into her. Moira gasped his name, those blue eyes of her, those hypnotizing eyes widening. Cord took his time with her. No words were spoken between them, their eyes telling one another everything. When Cord finally came, it was in perfect sync with Moira. Their joint climax left them both trembling. Rolling onto his side, Cord tucked her against him, still buried deep inside her.
“Bloody hell Cord, that was…almost spiritual.” Moira breathed.
“I agree.” Cord sighed, peppering her neck with slow languid kisses.
“Mmm, that feels good.”
“I’m about to make you feel good all over again Moira.” Moira started to speak, but Cord just rolled his hips, her words dying in a long gasp. Cord rolled his hips again. “This is what you do to me woman. I can’t get enough of you. Your body, your pussy.”
“Yes Cord. I want…”
“Tell me baby. What do you want?”
“More. Please.”
Cord couldn’t deny her and rolled them over once more. Kneeling behind her, he gripped her hips and thrust again. Moira’s cry of pleasure sounded like the sweetest music he had ever heard. Unlike the first round, Cord could no longer hold back. He slipped one arm around her, caging her against him, his arm banding her just under her breasts easing her up so they both were now kneeling. His thrusts became faster, harder.
“I can’t hold back anymore…Moira…I…”
“Yes Cord. Take me. I want it. Now.”
Obeying his woman, Cord let go and went wild. Moira was right there with him, matching his movements. As he thrust forward, she would rock back, taking him deeper. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder. He growled when she began speaking in Irish. Though he didn’t understand the words, her actions told him she was demanding more. Demanding all of him. In moments, she screamed his name as her body locked up in an orgasm. He followed her, her name erupting from his lips as he poured himself into her.
“Holy hell,” he gasped, as they fell against the mattress. “That was amazing.”
“Aye it was,” she panted.
Slowly he eased from her, both hissing as her vaginal muscles tightened, trying to keep him inside her. “Christ, I think I created a sex fiend.”
“I think you did.” She laughed.
“Let’s grab a shower. Then we can sit naked in bed and enjoy our coffee.” He said.
“Sounds like a plan.” She agreed.
Moira
“So, I take it last night was a success?” Moira inquired as she and Cord walked down the sidewalk.
“I think it was.” Cord answered. “Collen and Kat were still counting the drink profits when we left.”
