Page 14 of St. Lucia Escapades
She sighed. Should she tell him? Oh, what the hell, why not. “I mentioned before about a bad breakup. His name was Phillip. The first year, things were fine but somewhere around year two…”
“It started to go to hell?” he asked.
“In a big way aye.” She nodded. “Suddenly, things that he never seemed to have issues with became a big thing. He’s a political journalist and I went with him to several political events. About six months before we broke up, I accompanied him to a congressional dinner. I was coming back from the bathroom and I overheard him talking to one of the congressmen. Phillip said that I was a bit curvier than he would like to be showing off, but what could he do.”
Cord
Cord was floored at what Moira had just told him. “He actually said that about you?”
She nodded, sadness and pain reflecting in her eyes. “Aye and the congressman actually laughed and told Phillip that he understood seeing as his own wife was in the same boat.”
He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. To Cord, Moira was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. She was built the way he believed a woman should be built. Her hour-glass figure drove him crazy and haunted his dreams with imaginings of what she would feel like naked and bare beneath him. When he pulled back a little, he placed a finger under her chin, lifting it so their eyes were level.
“Moira, your ex is a dumb-ass. You are perfect just the way you are, curves and all. All I can say is that his loss is my gain.” Cord stated.
Before she could speak, his head lowered and captured her lips with his. His hold around her tightened, pouring every ounce of his want and need for her into the kiss. In seconds, Moira was moving against him. With her straddling him, their bodies were intimately touching, and he felt his cock swelling as her hips rocked, pressing herself against him. His fingers tightened against her hips while growling.
“Fuck Moira. You’re driving me crazy.”
“Good, now you know how I feel every time you kiss me.”
Moira
Moira didn’t give Cord a chance to speak. Her mouth took this time. She was the one doing the taking and controlling of the kiss. Before now, Cord had been in the driver’s seat and damnit, she wanted to drive. Her hands pushed against his chest, and she followed him as he lay back against the sofa. His hands slid from their position at her hips upward along her spine, sending electric shocks through her. Those strong fingers of his tangled in her hair and tightened. This only served to make her wilder and she began grinding against him, both panting harder.
“Cord…I…”
“I know Moira. Let go for me. I want it.”
She let go and cried his name, her eyes never leaving his. She wanted him to see what he did to her and she wanted to see his lust in his eyes. She wasn’t disappointed. Those gorgeous multi-colored eyes of his burned with need. Need for her. Shivering in the aftermath of her climax, she lowered against him. Under her cheek, she felt his heart hammering like hers was. Between her legs she felt him throbbing. She had her release, but poor Cord hadn’t. Well, Moira would just have to fix that. Lifting her head to gaze at him, Moira slowly started shifting down his body. It took him a few moments for his mind to register what it was she was intending to do.
“Moira, what are you doing?”
“I think you know boyo.”
“Oh my god…”
Cord
Cord was on cloud nine. He had a beautiful woman on his arm, it was another beautiful day in paradise and said beautiful woman had given him the hottest blow job he’d had in…well forever if he were honest. He had been surprised when she had moved down his body and, in a fluid, motion opened his jeans, pulled him out and went to town on him. Of course, it hadn’t taken him long to come and she surprised him further by swallowing him all.
“You alright over there?” Moira teased, a knowing smile.
“It’s your fault my mind keeps replaying this morning.” Cord shot back.
“That means I did my job.” Moira winked.
“Cheeky wench.” Cord grumbled, then started laughing.
He and Moira were walking through the Union Nature Center. Around them flowers bloomed as they moved down the hiking trail. With each passing day he spent with this woman, he wanted to know more and more about her. He wanted to know more about her family, her passions, and any other scrap she’d throw his way. Yes, he had learned a lot about her, but he was thirsting for more. He wondered if she felt the same about him.
About an hour later, he and Moira were back in the village looking for somewhere to eat lunch. Cord turned and spotted Amelia. He practically drug Moira over to the older woman. “Hello Amelia.”
Amelia looked up and smiled, “Well hello there.”
“Moira, this is Amelia Ledoux. She’s the one who gave me that recipe.” Cord introduced.
“It’s nice to meet you. I told Cord that we had to find you and say thank you.” Moira smiled, offering Amelia her hand.
