Page 17 of St. Lucia Escapades
“I like being in your arms.”
“Good.”
With one more heated kiss, Cord released her. She let out a sad sigh, but knew with them being in public like this, they really couldn’t do more than kiss. She slid from his lap and watched as he went to work packing up the remains of their picnic. Ten minutes later, they were making their way back down the trail to catch the bus back into town. Moira was so lost in her lustful thoughts; she didn’t notice right away that Cord had taken them off the main trail and into the forest.
“Um, Cord? We’re not on the path anymore.” She pointed out.
“I know.” He grinned wickedly.
Moira barely had time to gasp before Cord was kissing her again. This time, the kiss was pure lust. She moaned feeling her panties growing wet. His tongue slipped between her lips and began thrusting in and out. Her body trembled in need and her knees threatened to give out. Cord began walking them and Moira found herself braced between the hard planes of his body and a tree. Moira whimpered as she felt one of his hands slide between them to cup her through her khaki shorts and now soaked panties.
“God above.”
“Shh. We’re not that far from the trail Moira.”
Her hips began bucking as his hand started sliding back and forth, causing delicious friction. “Yes Cord.”
“I want to feel you baby.” Cord hissed in her ear before nipping it.
She was lost.
Cord
Cord stood there watching Moira buck against his hand. He needed to feel her. Now. Deftly, his hand undid the button of her shorts, then pulled down the zipper. His hand slipped inside her shorts and he palmed her. Christ she was hot, and her panties were wet. Kissing her again, he managed to move the cloth to the side and slipped a finger inside her. She cried into his kiss as he growled. She was soaked and tight.
‘Fuck me. She’s going to feel so good around my cock.’He thought hazily adding a second finger. “That’s it Moira. Ride my fingers.”
“Cord…yes…” Moira gasped, clinging tightly to him.
Cord’s eyes stayed glued to her face. Watching those lustful emotions play out for him. Her eyes were closed, her head tilted back against the tree. Her back bowing as her hips undulated a little faster and harder. Grinning, he began pumping his fingers faster and deeper. Her mouth opened to form a perfect ‘O’. She was close and he wanted her to reach her climax. He leaned down and started kissing and lapping at her neck, urging her to come.
“Cord…I’m going…”
“Yes Moira. Come for me. Now.”
Cord’s lips captured the scream that erupted from her as she exploded in his arms. Her petite body trembling against his as her climax surged through her. Her juices coating his fingers and most of his hand. His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, wanting release of its own. Soon, soon he would find release. As Moira calmed, his kiss slowed, and he finally pulled his lips from hers. Those blue eyes of her fluttered open and locked on his.
“My god, that was amazing.”
“And that’s only the beginning.”
“Your condo or mine?” Moira asked, before nipping his bottom lip.
“Who fucking cares as long as there’s a bed.” Cord moaned.
“Then let’s go.” Moira giggled.
“Yes ma’am.” Cord grinned.
Cord
Cord somehow managed to get them through the door of the bedroom. It was a bit difficult with Moira in his arms wrapped around him like a damned boa constrictor. The moment they got off the bus, he hailed a taxi and they were on the way to his condo. They walked inside and the moment Moira dropped her pack, Cord had her up in his arms kissing her for everything he was worth. Moira had responded and was moving her body against his. Now in the bedroom, he lay her on his bed and untangled himself from her arms and legs.
“I want you naked Moira.”
“Aye, but only if you join me.”
Moira sat up and whipped off the t-shirt she had worn. He licked his lips seeing her full breasts in a silver bra. Reaching for the hem of his own shirt, he yanked it up and off and without taking his eyes off her, went to work on his jeans. Moira smiled seductively as she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her shorts. Cord hissed when his jeans and boxers brushed against his erection. The Irish beauty before him was in only her silver bra and matching panties.
