The Student | By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 4010 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 12 - Carnal Desire
The door shut with a determined click behind me. I couldn’t see a thing in the darkened apartment, but I knew that I was in a small hallway. I felt Orlando’s hand on my wrist, and he drew me forward, into the shadows. I felt his breath on my face as he turned, and swept me into his arms. He kissed me, hard, putting all of his passion and desire into that meeting of flesh and merging of hearts.
I placed my hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer. I breathed the scent of him through my nose and I felt his essence through his fingertips. The heat and fire was burning hotter and hotter low in my belly and creating havoc with my senses.
Orlando, I could tell, knew that I was eager. Perhaps I was too eager, but he wasn’t complaining.
We stumbled our way to a door, which he opened into his bedroom. I had yet to see anything of major importance in the room, but I knew what I wanted was standing in front of me, waiting for me to do something.
I did something. I clicked on the light.
I was afraid, almost instantly, that I would destroy the mood by bringing light into the situation, but my first time with Orlando would not go passing me by in the dark.
He merely smiled and, standing back a foot, traced a finger down my cheek, my collarbone, and traced my breast with a feather touch. I swallowed the desire that threatened to consume me whole. We were barely touching, yet I could feel him, right there.
Never taking my eyes off of his, I slowly reached around behind me and pulled on the string holding the sides of my top to my body. The material around me loosened, folding seductively around my chest, yet still held on by the tie around my neck.
I was drowning in the passion I could see in Orli’s gaze as I reached up, the cloth sliding upwards, exposing the undersides of my breasts, and pulled those strings loose.
His brown velvet eyes widened as the red piece of cloth fell from my body, and his breath caught in his throat. I moved my hands to the waistband of my pants, but he shook his head.
“No, let me do that.” His voice was course and he could only manage a whisper. Stepping close to me, his cool hands rose and slid across the flat plane of my stomach and looped around my back, bringing us excruciatingly close. I could fell his excitement in his pants.
His hands dipped lower, delving beneath the black material of my pants. He chuckled when his hands came in contact with my thong. Bringing them around to the front, he undid the button and the fly and pushed the tight material to the floor, kneeling in front of me.
My mind was a wasteland of sense and responsible thoughts. I didn’t care. The only thing I could grasp was the fact that Orlando was here, right in front of me, and I was naked except for my underwear and my shoes.
He took his time caressing the sensitive skin of my legs and my butt. I was growing impatient and the fire inside of me would not be conquered by half-touches and kisses. I grabbed his shoulders roughly and yanked him back up to my mouth. Kissing him impatiently on his smiling lips, I ripped at his shirt and his jacket, throwing them to the floor. His eyes grew wide yet again as I shoved his fancy red velvet down and stopped there, breathing heavy with indignation.
He looked at my flared and comically flustered expression. Stepping out of the cumbersome garment wrapped around his ankles, he stepped forward and embraced. For the first time, I realized that he was very much naked, and very aroused. Smiling at the effect I had over him, I slowly pushed him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the bed, and hll, ll, splaying himself out in all of his naked glory.
“Now, that’s a site that I could get used to.” I chuckled as I kneeled over him and slowly licked and kissed my way up his body, swirling my tongue in every crevice I could find. I paused at his nipples, biting and licking one, while rolling the other between two fingers. He gasped and his back arched off the bed. I continued my way up, heading from his chin to his ear, then finally to his mouth.
He groaned and I was very satisfied with myself, but Orli was done with being made love to. He cradled my back, and with a well-placed shove, flipped us both onto the bed, with me below him and my head on the pillow. I chuckled at his enthusiasm and his talent, but all thoughts stopped when he reciprocated my nipple attention and I almost screamed in pleasure.
Bolts of desire and want were ricocheting through my body and it took all my will power not to take control again and make him fuck me until I screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. Luckily, it didn’t get that far, because his mouth returned to mine, while his hand made it’s way down my belly.
He teased my ‘other’ set of lips mercilessly and I whimpered, grinding my pelvis against his hand. “Please.” The word slipped through parted lips and between heated kissed, but he heard me. Slipping two fingers inside of me, he scissored them and started thrusting in and out slowly.
Moaning at the sheer wonton ecstasy, I was washed away as I felt myself climbing higher and higher into the pleasure, until it all exploded and I felt my body shatter into a million pieces of mercury in the air.
His kiss brought me back. I remembered that what he had just done, he had managed with his hand, and the thought that was echoing in my mind was what would happen when his hand was replaced with something else.
His mouth left mine for a moment and he reached over to the bedside, reaching into the drawer. Pulling out a silver foil packet, he grinned, and then returned to me. I was surprised to see myself respond so completely when he tore open the packet, and rolled it down his shaft. Watching with hooded eyes, I grinned when I realized that I was ready for him, once again.
He positioned himself over me, but stopped, looking down into my eyes. “Tell me something Laura. I docarecare what it is. Tell me something romantic, and loving. I need to hear you say my name as I enter you.”
I stopped mentally when he made this simple request, but the pause was short. I knew exactly what I needed to say. “Prenez-moi Orlando, j'appartiens a vous. Take me Orlando, I belong to you.”
He entered me in a swift thrust, and I arched off the bed, rising to meet him. He filled me completely, and I craved more. Craved so much more.
He started his rhythm slowly, and I was rising once again, faster than before. He was driving me crazy, angling his thrusts so they were hitting the right spots and the best buttons each time. The world started to blur as the muscles in my loins tightened to an almost painful state of excitement.
Then, in one blinding moment of thrusting, gasping, moaning, and groping, I flew from this world once again, this time bringing Orlando along for the ride as we sailed on the wings of angels.
It seemed like an eternity before I felt myself falling, and coming back to earth and to conscious reality. I took a deep breath, and suddenly my wayward soul was once again in my body and I was next to Orlando on his bed. I was next to my lover.
I smiled as the thought crossed my mind once again.
I turned, kissing Orli softly on the lips, and cuddled into his side, ready to get a good night’s rest in the arms of the one I love. He cradled me with both hands, one hand finding my hair and massaging out the pins that hadn’t fallen out earlier. His other found its way to the skin on my lowest back. I kissed his chest before drifting off on a bliss high that had never been explored before.
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