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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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MORNINGS
By: Jessica

The bright sun shines through the open bay window on the other side of the room, giving the room a luminous glow.

The cool tropical wind breezes through, blowing against my sun-kissed unclothed body.

I open my eyes completely and study my new surroundings.

The walls were a bright white and all the furniture was made out of a cherry oak. A white sofa and two white chairs were set on opposite sides of each other, right next to the huge bay window. The king-size cherry oak sleigh bed that I was sleeping in had only a pure white satin fitted sheet and a pure white satin flat sheet that to some extent covered my body.

As I stretch my long body out; slowly trying to wake up; I feel a pair of dark eyes on me, the heat of them warming my body considerably. I turn my head slightly to see a gorgeous man staring intently at me, his chocolate brown eyes roaming over my naked body. His one arm was wrapped around one of the pillows on the bed and his other hand was holding up his head; his fingers in his messy, long, curly, brown hair. On anyone else the hairstyle would look horrible, but on him it looked incredibly sexy. It was the kind of hair that you couldn’t help but run your fingers through.

His eyes slowly move back up my body and landed on my face, finally noticing that I was staring at him just as much as he was staring at me. His eyes focus on mine and his soft lips curl into a slight smile. “Good morning love.” He says softly, his deep and British-accented voice sounding even sexier with the evidence of sleep laced into it.

“Good morning Orlando.” I purr as I faintly close my eyes, loving the feel of his large warm hand as he softly caresses my satin covered stomach. He had the warmest hands that I have ever felt, they seem to radiate heat and that heat definitely transferred over to me. Every piece of skin he touched felt like fire afterward.

“How did you sleep?” He asks as I move my hand to his face and run my thumb along his defined cheekbone. His beautiful…elegant…and incredibly sexy cheekbones, just one of the hundreds, even thousands, of places on his body that I love.

Orlando and I meet just three days ago at the restaurant that I work at. He was there with some friends and I was their server. I know this is going to sound totally cliché and probably really cheesy, but when our eyes met, there was an instant attraction. I was instantaneously drawn to him and; seeing as how after dinner he invited me to a club with him and his friends; I could tell the attraction was mutual. That night was the best night of my life. The night started off with some light chatting; the ‘get to know you’ kind; then moved onto some dancing which led to a very sudden escape to his hotel, where I have been for the past three days.

I shake out of my reverie to find Orlando sliding out of bed and putting on a pair of black silk pajama pants, his golden-brown skin shining even more in the soft glow of the sun. His body was exquisite; the smooth, soft curves and the rough, hard lines merging together in perfect harmony to create a man that Michelangelo-if he were alive today-would pay all the riches in the world for just a chance to sculpt him. He was as close to complete and utter perfection as one could ever hope for, and yet he was totally humble and self-effacing about it, making me fall in love with him more.

“I’m going to order room service. Do you want anything?” He asks, slipping on the matching black silk robe, covering his gorgeous body from my prying eyes. I groan softly to myself, thinking it’s a crime that someone so beautiful and sexy would ever cover up.

“What ever you order is fine with me.” He nods his head and smiles, leaving the room to make the order. I stretch out a little more; feeling a little stiff from the passionate night before; and then get up from the bed to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was just like the bedroom; with all white fixtures, white walls and even white flowers to decorate the room. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth so my breath will smell fresh upon his return to the bed. From the way things were looking, it seems we were going to spend another day in that big bed, not that I minded one bit. After brushing my teeth, I walk back into the room and get back into bed, curling up with his pillow and inhaling his own heady scent.

“I’m going to need that back when you are done.” Orlando says humorously, leaning up against the doorframe. Between ordering room service and now, he stripped off his robe, leaving him in just the silk black pajama pants that hung low on his hips and left nothing to the imagination. ‘Yeah, Michelangelo would’ve given up everything.’ I think to myself as I move over. He climbs up onto the bed and lies on his stomach, staring at me with those big brown eyes.

“What?” I question, feeling a little insecure under his intense gaze.

His hand moves from the bed to my face and gently caresses my cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Nothing…I just love looking at your beautiful face.” He whispers softly, concentrating on the trail his thumb was making. The roughness of his thumb coupled with the roughness of his voice was having a very nice effect on me, and I blush and smile at his sweet words.

He grins and said, “I love when you blush and smile. It’s so cute.” He leans over and softly kisses my neck, right where the bottom of my ear meets my neck, sending a shockwave through my entire body. “Mmmm…you smell so lovely.” Orlando whispers huskily, nipping at my neck and causing me to squeal. He lays his hand on my stomach in an attempt to hold me in place and he moves his kisses to my mouth, silencing any more noises from my mouth.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing and touching, I move my mouth off of his and asked, “Orlando, what about breakfast?”

“Don’t worry; it’s going to take fifteen minutes to get here.” He reassures me, and then straddles me. “Besides…I’m not really in the mood for food right now.” He murmurs against my neck as his lips move down my body. I definitely could tell he wasn’t hungry for food by the obvious protrusion laying against my thigh as he works his way down my heated body. His mouth stops at my breasts, and he lavishes them with soft kisses and licks, causing the nipples to protrude themselves. When he was satisfied with his task, he travels downward, licking and biting my stomach, making me giggle slightly. When he arrives at his final destination, the noise that came out of my mouth was surely not a giggle.

He starts off by caressing the outside with his tongue, teasing me. Next, he moves his hand up and slowly moves two fingers inside me, feeling how ready I was for him. “Love…you feel so…hot and wet.” Orlando says, his fingers driving into me at a tedious yet powerful pace, sending my mind into a frenzy. He leans his head down and lightly brushes his tongue over my clit and my body jolts up at the pleasure it’s experiencing.

“Ohh yes Orlando that feels so good.” I moan out. I look up at his face to see him looking at his hand going in and out of my core. He notices me staring at him and he grins seductively.

“You like that, baby?” He asks, speeding up his movements. I moan loudly and nod my head, not being able to form coherent words. He pulls his hand out of me; much to my dismay; and slowly sucks on his fingers, moaning gutturally. “You taste so sweet, love. I need to taste you some more.” He states, lowering his head and pushing his tongue into my core, his thumb slowly swirling around my clit. I grab onto the headboard and thrust my hips into him, trying desperately to get him further inside me.

One hand moves off the headboard and down to his head, gently taking hold of it and rolling my hips upward, loving the euphoria I was feeling. “Ohh Orlando…I’m almost there. Yes.” His right hand moves up to my breasts and slowly start caressing them, sending me over the edge, screaming his name in ecstasy.

His kisses move further up my body to my lips and he fervently kisses me. I lightly push him off of me, onto his back and straddle his body. In between feather kisses to his neck, I softly whispered, “My turn to pleasure you.”

I look up and see him staring at my actions, his eyes dark and lustful. “I love when you take charge.” He says, running his hand through my crimson curls as my kisses move further south down his body. I pay special attention to his chest and cocoa-colored nipples, licking and sucking them until they harden. After I was satisfied, my lips move down his stomach, taking my time and running my tongue over every crevice and savoring this delicacy in front of me.

Orlando’s hands massage my head vigorously in an attempt to advance my movements; and from the bulge swelling against my stomach, I could understand why. “What’s wrong Hon?” I ask teasingly.

“You know what’s wrong, you tease.” He says fiercely.

I giggle softly, and then continue my trek down his delectable body. When my journey ended at the rock-hard bulge that was against my stomach a few minutes past, I couldn’t help but moan in remembrance of last night’s mind-blowing performance. As my small hand slowly runs over the smooth skin and hard ridges, I hear Orlando hiss harshly. I look up at him to see his head thrown over the pillows, his untamed dark brown curls beautifully contrasting with the soft and flowing white satin. I decided not to torture him any longer, so I slowly move my mouth onto his cock, the groan from him reverberating throughout the spacious hotel suite. His strong hands instantly takes hold of my head, running them through my thick curls and guiding my head over him. A few minutes of pleasuring him and he pulls my head off of him and softly flips me over onto my back, his legs straddling my hips and the hard cock that was just in my mouth was now lying against my throbbing core, making my body recall the past three pleasure-filled days. His arms were holding him up; one on either side of my shoulders; and he was looking down at me, a sexy and sinful grin plastered on his gorgeous face. “I think its time,” He whispers, softly biting on my swollen red bottom lip. “For the both of us to be pleasured.” He slowly pushes himself into me, making us moan in unison. I wrap my long tanned legs limply around his waist and run my fingers into his hair, my hips moving into his. As the pressure builds inside of us, the moans grow louder and our thrusts quicken in an attempt to hasten the glorious pleasure we both know we will undergo. Orlando’s head moves down to mine, his forehead resting against mine as he softly says, “Baby…you look so beautiful.” He thrusts into me powerfully, sending a shockwave through my heated and tingling body. “And you feel…so good.” One more thrust and both of us cry out in ecstasy, his body collapses on top of mine as we both try to catch our breath after our amazing escapade

A few minutes go by and Orlando rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of him, my head resting on his slick chest as we both look out the open French doors, the sun shining into the room and making everything feel warm and inviting. “Mornings are so beautiful.” I whisper softly.

He turns his head towards mine and smiles. “Especially if you have someone just as beautiful to share it with.” He states right before his lips touch mine.
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