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The Temptation Series	By : ilovethemediator Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1807 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

Chapter List
- 1-The Temptation Series
- 2-You Please Me...
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*****

“When is your husband getting home?” Orlando questioned as he lazily stroked my inner thigh.

We had just finished up another long and amazing sexual encounter and enjoying the sweet post-sex afterglow. Orlando looked incredible simply lying on his side, his one arm holding his head up while the other moves up and down my thigh, perhaps trying to turn me on again…not that he has to try that hard.

I reached my hand up, ran my fingers through his somewhat damp curls and said, “Not till late…why, you scared of him?” I giggled.

He narrows his eyes and gently pinches my thigh. I jump at the sudden pain and slap his hand away. “Hey! I was just kidding.”

“Aww, I’m sorry babe. Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?” He grinned mischievously.

I pout my lips out and faintly said, “Yes.”

Orlando moves his head down, his dark eyes never leaving mine, and kisses my thigh. I smiled at him and then a split second later started moaning loudly as he began sucking and licking on my clit. My hands start running through his hair, loving the mind-blowing pleasure I was receiving. His hands run up my thighs to my hips and very quickly pull me down underneath his gorgeous body. He passionately kisses my lips as he slams his hard length into my wet hole and I scream out in ecstasy.

He starts thrusting harder and faster, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his lean torso and then moves his hands to my breasts. The moans that we emitted were echoing so loud in the large master bedroom, I was incredibly shocked that no one had called to see if something was wrong. Nothing was wrong though. Everything was perfect.

We both screamed out in pleasure as our orgasm hit and Orlando gently descended onto me…

*****

“Honey, is everything all right?” Jonathan asked.

“Huh? Oh yes everything is fine.” I state as I turn my head to look back out the window.

“You’re not mad at me for going to the Hamptons instead of your Mother’s are you? Because it’s really important that I go. Tom has some very important papers he needs to go over with me before Monday…” Jonathan says quickly.

I sighed and said, “Jonathan don’t worry. I am not mad at you; I understand that you have to work. You can see my Mother’s movies some other time.”

“You sure…because if you want me to go…” Jonathan said.

I quickly injected. “No! I mean its ok Jonathan. Go, work but don’t work too hard.” I laugh.

Jonathan laughs back and said, “Ok sweetie. I won’t work too hard and I will call you the minute I get there.”

I turn my head to look out the window, thinking of what I most likely be doing the minute he gets to the Hamptons, I quietly said, “Ok”

*****

I woke up the next morning to find the windows open and the sun shining into the room, the cool breeze blowing gently. I turn my head to the clock and sighed.

10:15am

Jonathan always left without saying goodbye. He says he doesn’t want to wake me and I tell him I don’t care but he never listens. ‘Oh well.’ I think to myself. I pull the covers off and get out of bed to get ready for Orlando’s arrival. I walk over to my vanity and fix my hair, putting it into a messy, but still somewhat neat, bun. I then go to the California king size oak sleigh bed, strip it of all the sheets and blankets and go the linen closet in the hall. I put the old flower comforter and matching sheets away and grab the maroon red satin sheets that I keep just for this occasion.

Satin feels so good…especially against naked skin.

I put the new sheets on the bed, take my clothes off and look back at the crystal clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.

10:28am

I gasp and then rush downstairs to unlock the front door. Just as I finish unlocking the door and get to the top of the stairs, I hear the door open. I stand completely still for a few seconds and then softly said, “You’re early.”

“I thought I told you to be in bed when I arrived.” He says half joking, half serious.

I turn around to see him standing in the open doorway, leaning against the doorframe, holding what looks to be a large silver platter of various pieces of fruit. I come very close to moaning after seeing that platter of fruit, but thinking I don’t want to sound too eager, I decide to keep my mouth shut…for now. Orlando enters the house and shuts the door, locking it, and then walks up the stairs. I lean against the banister as he passes me to go into the kitchen, not even commenting on my apparel, or lack of. I walk into the kitchen to see Orlando leaning against the island in the center of the kitchen, tasting a red and ripened strawberry. He takes another and moves it up to his lips, wrapping his mouth around it and biting into the sweet; but sinful; fruit, the juice dripping from his full red lips. The only thing I could do was stand there and watch, my voice suddenly disappearing.

“You know what I think of when I eat a strawberry?” Orlando questions.

“No…what?” I inquired.

He walks over to me and takes my hand, leading me over to the island. He grabs my hips and lifts me up onto the counter, right next to the plate of fruit. “I think of you.” He says huskily as he stares at me with those intense brown eyes.

Even though I most likely knew the reason behind his statement, I still asked, “How does eating a strawberry make you think of me?”

Orlando smirked and said, “Well…the red reminds me of the redness of your beautiful flushed skin when you are turned on.” He runs his finger down the valley of my breasts and stomach. “The smell of it reminds me of the sweet perfume you always wear.” He moves in to smell right behind my ear, grins and said, “Which you are wearing now.” He licks his lips and continues on, “And the taste reminds me of…” His hands move up my thighs and slowly spreads them open, standing in between them and pulling me closer to him. He leans in and softly whispers, “When my mouth brings you to your orgasm and you cum in my mouth.” His hand moves down my body between my legs. “Your juices flowing out of you, just like when I bite into the strawberry and the juice gushes out into my waiting mouth.” He says and thrusts his finger slowly in and out of my pussy. I throw my head back and sigh softly as Orlando kisses his way down my chest and then back up to my mouth, kissing me fervently. He pulls away from me, removes his finger from my dripping pussy; much to my dismay and whimper; and puts his soaked finger into his mouth, sucking slowly on it. He closes his eyes and savors the taste of me, moaning gutturally as he does.

I grab the bottom of his yellow t-shirt and pull it over his head, his gorgeous body looking amazing as always, and start kissing and licking his chest. Orlando grabs my head and pulls it back up to his and kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine, the flavor of my essence and strawberry made for quite a delectable flavor. I pull away from him, grab a piece of watermelon and held it up to his swollen lips. He grins, licks the fingers holding the piece of fruit and bites into the fruit as his mouth wraps around my fingers, sucking on them. Watching him slowly consume the small piece of fruit was one of the most erotic and pleasurable occurrences that I have come across in the whole of my thirty-six years on this earth.

Orlando has been the only person that I have ever known that can make something as normal and natural as eating look incredibly sinful…and almost immoral.

“Love?” Orlando questions, knocking me out of my daydream. “You ok?”

“Yeah sorry, just slipped off for a second.” I giggled and then jumped off the counter. “I will be right back.” I say as I walk to the refrigerator. I open it, searching around a little until I find what I was looking for.

Three unopened bottles of Christal.

I smile to myself, grab one-leaving the other two for later, and close the door. “Can’t have fruit with out fine champagne.” I say happily.

Orlando smiles and goes to the drawer where the utensils are and produces a bottle opener. He takes the bottle away from me and opens it with ease, handing it back to me as he puts the utensil away. I set the champagne down on the counter and jump back up as Orlando grabs two champagne flutes and walks back over to me. He pours me a glass and pours himself one and sets the bottle back onto the counter.

“So what should we toast to?” I ask.

He thinks about it for a second, slowly grins and said, “To…missed opportunities and stolen chances.”

“Why that?” I questioned as we clinked our glasses together.

Orlando drank down his champagne and said, “Well, your husband could be here right now drinking this fine champagne, spending the weekend with you, but instead he is spending it with his acquaintances. Oh well, his loss…” He kisses me softly. “Is my gain.” He takes the glass out of my hand, sets it on the table behind him and climbs up onto the counter, pushing me back so that I am lying down. He straddles me and starts kissing and licking my long neck as I softly run my fingers up and down his back. For one fleeting second, I actually felt bad for what I was doing…until Orlando started caressing my breasts, making the soft nipples turn rock hard in seconds. At that moment, I started to think less about the guy I was married too and more about the guy who, at this moment, was taking slices of oranges and squeezing the cold juice onto my heated body and then languidly licking it off, making me moan out in pleasure.

*****
“Orlando we can’t!” I gasp as he starts unzipping the red dress I was wearing.

He lowers his head to my neck, sucking on my earlobe, and said, “Yes we can love, everyone is back inside listening to your husband speak…no one will ever know we are out on the balcony.” He runs his hands up my curves to my shoulders, giving my aching shoulders a nice massage. The stress of tonight coupled with having to wear a dress that you can’t sit down in; let alone breathe in; and wearing shoes with heels that make your legs look fantastic but destroy your feet in the process, was finally taking its toll on me. Despite all the pain I was in, it was all worth it when Orlando said, “You look absolutely stunning tonight, but do you know what would make you look even more amazing?”

I furrowed my eyebrows and questioned, “No what?”

“If the dress you are wearing right now is lying on the floor…in my hotel room and you are laying under me…your head thrown back in ecstasy as I slowly make love to you until the sun comes up. Would you like that Jessica?” He asks huskily as his large hands move down my back and inside my dress to my naked breasts, rubbing them slowly as my head falls back onto his shoulder. He softly chuckled and said, “Come love. My room is just upstairs…”

*****
That night I did spend it with Orlando. I told Jonathan that a couple of us wanted to go for a late dinner and that I maybe home late. I did only mean to stay at Orlando’s hotel for a few hours but two hours turned into four and then turned into the whole night. When I came home the next morning though, Jonathan was still asleep and was none the wiser at what happened the night before. I peeled off my clothes, took a shower to try to remove the smell of sex and Orlando from my body, threw on some pajamas and went on with the day like nothing ever happened.

I thought that would have been the end of it. One innocent night stand. Jonathan would never find out about it and I had my one night of unbridled and uninhibited passion that I needed and haven’t had in over nine years.

That is…until he called…in the middle of a family dinner.

*****

“Oh honey that was an amazing dinner. I am glad some of my cooking skills were passed down to you.” My mother says as she laughed good-humoredly.

“Thank you Mother, I will take that as a compliment.” I giggle as I get up and start gathering the plates.

Jonathan got up and said, “No honey you sit down. You made dinner so I will do the dishes.”

I smiled and said, “Oh ok honey…if you want to…”

“I insist.” He says, walking into the kitchen.

I sit back down and look at both my parents sitting on the opposite side of the table. My father finally spoke up and said, “He is a keeper. I like him.”

“I’m glad you both like him.” I say happily. Just then the phone in the living room rang. “I’ll get it.” I stated as I walk into the living room. I pick up the phone and said, “Hello, Daniel’s residence.”

“You know, I was laying here thinking of last night and how good your body felt under mine, and I wanted to give you a call and ask if you were thinking about last night too.” Orlando says roughly.

I sat down on the sofa next to the table and hissed, “Orlando this isn’t a good time. My Husband, Mother and Father are all in the other room…”

He interrupted, “So go into another room, I’ll wait.”

I sighed, “Orlando what do you want? Last night was just a one time thing…”

“It doesn’t have to be.” He says. I could actually hear him grinning on the other side of the phone and it kind of irritated me but it also turned me on. I could start to feel my body temperature rise and a little moisture between my legs. “What are you wearing love?” He asks.

I close my eyes, making an effort not to give into him. ‘Just hang up the phone Jessica.’ I say to myself, but it all goes out the window when he softly said, “Come on Jessica…I know you want to continue with this, you would have hung up a long time ago if you didn’t. I will go first if you would like.”

“…Give me one minute and I will call you back. I have to move to a different room.” I say with hesitation.

“Can’t wait, love.” He says and then hangs up the phone…
*****

For the next six and a half months till this very moment, we have been carrying on this affair. I can’t say that’s its been all good, for the most part its been incredible, but there are times where I regret what I am doing. Sometimes I tell myself to end this charade and go back to the normal life I lived before this all happened. But then I think to myself as Orlando continues to nibble pieces of fruit off my heated and excited body, what is normal? Is normal staying at home night after night waiting for your husband to come home, only to have him go straight to his office or to bed? Is normal living with someone who would rather go off with his friends for a round of golf than spend the day with you? Or is normal being with a guy you know is completely bad for you, and for your marriage, in every way, yet there is simply no way to leave him because he has been the only real happiness you have had in nine whole years?

Before I had the chance to answer those questions, Orlando thrusts his long and hard length into my dripping pussy.

“Ohhh Orlando!” I scream out as I wrap my legs around him and run my fingers through his hair.

We both move at an expeditious pace, both of us moaning and screaming each other’s names out, desperately trying to reach our climax. Finally, after one hard thrust from both of us, we reach the peak and both of us collapse back onto the countertop, catching our breath.

After a few minutes of silence, except for the breathing, Orlando reaches behind my head and grabs a strawberry. He studies it for a minute and huskily said, “Yes…you definitely remind me of a strawberry.” He stares me in the eyes and bites into the juicy fruit, making me quiver.

He jumps off the kitchen counter, diligently; and completely naked; starts cleaning up the mess. I just lay there on the counter watching him put things away in the right spot and clean the dishes putting them away in the right spot and I wonder…how he knows where everything goes?

“Come love, lets go continue this in the bedroom.” Orlando says as he takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen.
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