Page 20 of St. Lucia Escapades
“That’s it, baby, rock your hips.”
“Cord…”
“You’re wet now. I can’t wait to feel my cock deep inside you again.”
Moira couldn’t even form words and only groaned in agreement. When he started moving his thumb faster over her clit, her fingers started moving faster, matching his speed. Cord wanted her to come once before he took her again. Last night she had been a wild woman and he wanted her that way again. His head moved to the other breast and his free hand reached up to palm the breast he had just abandoned.
He felt his cock stiffen as Moira’s moans and mewls grew louder. She was close he knew, and he wanted her to hit that peak. In moments, she cried his name as her body rocked with shivers. Cord felt her juices flowing from her and wanted to be inside her right fucking now. He reached for the nightstand and pulled out a condom packet. He quickly ripped the foil open and once he was covered, rose over Moira.
“I can’t wait anymore baby. I need you.” He hissed.
“I need you too Cord.” She nodded.
Pressing his lips to hers, Cord eased himself into her wetness. Moira wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as he sank into her. His growl deepened when he suddenly found himself on his back with Moira now rising over him. Her fingers lacing with his she began grinding slow and hard against him. Cord gasped, tossing his head back against the pillow, rolling his hips up to match the pace she was setting now.
“Fuck Moira, that’s it. Ride me baby. Take me deep.”
“Fuck me back Cord. Oh, I love you deep.”
Cord lost himself in the woman above him. When she sped up, he matched her. As Moira came down, he thrust up hard, driving him deeper each time. Cord looked up watching Moira, as she slowly lost herself. That moment he felt his orgasm begin, he gripped her hips and flipped their positions again. Pinning her wrists above her head, Cord started pounding into her. She had a vice grip around him, and he couldn’t get enough of her and wanted her to come once more. To come with him.
“Fuck me Cord. Don’t stop.” She begged, squeezing her legs around him taking him.
“Come again for me Moira. Come with me.” He gritted, pistoning faster and harder. His climax hit him like a sledgehammer. His body locked up as he emptied into her. Beneath him, Moira’s back bowed as she clenched around him, taking everything, he was giving her. She was a beautiful sight when she came for him. In the back of his mind he wondered what it would feel like without the thin layer of rubber between them. He suspected if it felt this good with the condom, without one would damn near kill him.
‘But it would be a hell of a way to go.’Cord thought, as he eased down over her.
Moira
By mid afternoon, Moira was back at her condo sitting on the sofa with her laptop. After the blissful night and morning with Cord, she was full of both inspiration and a little trepidation. As she typed away, her thoughts ran wild. What was happening between her and Cord? Was this just some hot, wild island fling? Was it more? Moira had never been one for casual sex, unlike Roxi and a few other friends who had no compunction with having one-night stands.
‘What is this connection between us? Am I falling for him?’she wondered, finishing her paragraph. She saved her work and closed her laptop. Standing, she picked up her glass of tea and moved onto the deck. ‘He’s such an incredible guy. Smart, handsome, and a hell of a lover, but is that enough for a relationship?’
Sighing, she stared out over the water. While they had more in common than just an animalistic need to jump each other’s bones, there was the matter of geography. She lived in DC and he in New York. True there was only a distance of maybe three hours, but could they make it work? His job was in New York, his brother was there. He had told her that his parents still lived in North Carolina but visited often. She had had one long distance relationship before, and it hadn’t ended well.
In high school, her then boyfriend had gone off to UCLA and she had gone to NYU. For a year they tried to make it work but it ultimately ended with him meeting a fellow biology major and ended things. She had later learned he had been seeing the other girl for nearly six weeks before he broke up with her over an e-mail of all things. After that, Moira swore she would not do a long-distance relationship again.
‘But would it really be a long-distance? You could visit him, and he could visit you.’Her mind argued.
Cord
While Moira thought over where they stood, Cord himself was in the same boat over at his condo. Like Moira, he too hadn’t had much luck with long distance relationship and was leery of trying again. Yet there was something about Moira Donovan that he couldn’t just push out of his head. Or his heart. He was pretty damn sure that he was falling, if not already fallen for the Irish woman.
‘Could we make it work somehow once we get back to the states? DC isn’t that far from New York really.’He thought, lifting his coffee mug to his lips.
It had been years since he had been in a serious relationship. While he wasn’t a man-whore, he wasn’t a celibate monk either. He wouldn’t call them one-night stands per-se, but it wouldn’t be far off. With Moira though, he wasn’t just thinking about sex. Sure, they were hotter than hell together, he wanted more with her. He enjoyed just being with her. Talking, spending time with her. That was more of a connection than he had had with a woman in a long time.
‘I think over the next week and a half she and I need to talk and see where we stand with each other. If I have even half a chance of building something, I want to explore it.’He decided.
When Moira had left his place, they made plans to meet up for dinner at around six. Tonight, at dinner, Cord would take the chance and put himself on the line with her. He just prayed to God that she was on the same page or at least willing to explore their options. Polishing off his coffee, he re-entered the condo and started preparing for tonight. He was walking over to her place, then they would walk into town and grab a bite.
Moira
For some reason, Moira felt nervous. She had taken her time in getting ready for dinner tonight. She washed and fixed her hair, was meticulous with her makeup and spent nearly two hours agonizing over what she was going to wear. Finally deciding on a halter style sapphire blue knee length dress, she and Roxi had bought for this trip. After her writing session that afternoon, she had made up her mind to talk to Cord at dinner to see where they stood with each other. If she was merely a vacation fling, she would accept that. Her mind was a bit divided, however her heart was sure that Cord felt the same things she was feeling for him. She had just finished slipping on her heeled sandals when the doorbell rang.
‘The man is nothing if not punctual.’She grinned, grabbing her purse, and walking to the door.
She opened it to find Cord standing there, holding a bouquet of colorful flowers. He was dressed in a button-down short sleeve dress shirt of hunter green that went perfect with his eyes. Instead of the jeans or khaki shorts he typically had been wearing, he wore black slacks. His look was topped off with a pair of black, polished boots. Overall, the man was sex and sin on legs, and he was hers. For the moment at least.
