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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,248
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
NOOKIE!! nc-17 people$)
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Has my heart ever beaten so fast? No. Has my mouth ever felt so dry? No. Has Orlando ever looked so beautiful? No. but what if I’m jumping to conclusions here what if he’s talking about someone else, like Sean or maybe Elijah? Simple; kill them and kidnap Orli. Come on, calm down, breathe, go back to rational sane thoughts, he’s probably expecting some kind of response. But what can I say.
“Please don’t punch me for this”
He looks a little confused now. Well not for long. Throwing all rational sane thoughts out the window I grabbed the front of Orlando’s shirt and drag him to me so our bodies are pressed so close we feel like one and before my mind can scream objections left right and center I sink my lips against Orlando’s mouth. Orlando’s sexy, soft mouth that’s kissing me back, so perfect so right. For a few moments we remain in a kind of calm little peaceful place with just us and lips but then I can feel the urges I suppressed for so long breaking like a dam and drowning me. At least I know I’m not alone, Orlando’s arms circle my neck and push us as close as we can get. And now the calm is being overtaken by the most wonderful storm I’ve ever felt. Lips turn into tongue and stilled hands begin to search each other learning every unknown curve and dip of our bodies. I never want this to stop. Stupid that I need to breathe. I pull back from Orlandos kiss but tighten my arms around him so he knows I’m not going anywhere, our foreheads rest together and we’re both panting. He tries to talk between breathing heavily,
“That… was so …. So…”
“Perfect?”
“Yes, perfect”
“Orlando I’m sorry about what I said earlier I had no right but seeing you with them and what I thought was going on. I was jealous really, really jealous I’m sorry.”
“You had no need to be jealous, the only person I’ve wanted since we met was you. You don’t have to be jealous again you know, you can have me all to yourself, all the time, you and me, if you want it I’m yours”
“I do Orlando, I want you, now, tomorrow, forever please say you’re serious about what you’re offering me”
“How bout I show you instead”
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Perfect. This is perfect. No more lies no more hiding and he loves me too. I must be dreaming. It’s too right to be real; Viggo’s mouth with mine his hands touching me everywhere. But we have to get in off the balcony he tries to move us in but my legs have stopped working and my lips refuse to stop kissing his. Good thing Viggo’s the stronger of us, I would never be able to carry him like he’s carrying me now, my legs wrapped around his waist, my mouth on his neck suckling, biting, marking him and making him mine. He seems to like it though, I can feel the groan, low and rough rise in his throat.
“Are you trying to give me another tattoo?”
“Just so every one knows your mine now. No one else’s”
“Your precious?”
“Yes, yes my precious”
I feel viggo place me gently on the ground. I can see it all in his eyes. The love, not too mention overwhelming lust and doubts of course.
“Umm Orlando are you sure you want to— you know. I mean maybe we should take this slow, give our selves more time”
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve spent enough time waiting. Bedroom now!”
Thankfully Viggo needs no further encouragement. Yet again I’m held by Viggo, surrounded by all of him. I know we’re in the bedroom when he places me down on the soft bedcovers like I’m a piece of glass in constant danger of shattering. His lips on my skin feels so good. I can feel his hand gently tugging at the edge of my tee-shirt He’s trying to be gentle but the fever in my blood just wants to feel skin, his skin now!
Before he has the chance to do a thing I use all my strength to flip him so now I have him under me and under my control. My hands want to learn every bit of him but these pesky clothes are getting in my way they’ll just have to go. Clothes begin to fall away from us in a quick shower. There was no strip-teasing, no showing off. The touches were more important. We didn’t even need words, our hands, lips and eyes talked for us. Once again (though I’m not sure how) I am beneath Viggo. He seems to like being in control which I have no problem with at all, not now our skin is touching. He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Yes Viggo is perfect. His sculpted body just seems to cover me perfectly like we were made to fit. I can feel his hands everywhere roaming my skin and—
“Oh god Viggo!”
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“Like that do you?”
I tighten my grip around him relishing the long shudder it causes before moving in slow strokes. His hand finds my need and we set a rhythm together our bodies rubbing in an uneven dance of need and want and lust. I can feel my orgasm rising in me and I know Orlando must be close but not yet, I want to be inside him. At the first lack of my hand Orlando whimpered desperately. I kissed him chastely on his forehead I need to be inside him.
“Viggo please”
“Please what love?”
“Please. I want you inside me, Viggo please”
My lips kiss Orlando again wherever I can find. His skin, his lips, his shoulder while my hand searches through my bedside table I know it’s here somewhere. AHA! I push the tube into Orlando’s grip. I can feel his hands sneak down and coat me thickly. His hands feel so good. My fingers slick with lube slide into him gently. I can feel his muscles clench around my fingers.
“Relax, Orli I’m not going to hurt you”
I curl my fingers inside searching and searching and yes the loud cry from Orlando lets me know I found what I was looking for.
“Viggo don’t make me beg, now”
And then I’m inside him in a few quick desperate thrusts. Surrounded by everything Orlando, nothing has ever felt so right. We start moving slowly together while our lips meet in short loving kisses. This is perfect, this is heaven. I can feel the need building not just in myself but Orlando as well. There are no words, well no complete sentences anyway just short words, one or two is all we need. Our pace rises with the feelings overwhelming us. I can feel all he feels and I’m sure he can feel everything I feel. This isn’t just sex. Its love, I can feel it burning through me. We aren’t having sex. We’re making love, Perfect love. By now our movements our frantic, I’m looking in his eyes pouring all I feel into the gaze we share when we cry out each other’s names and I can feel his hot seed coating our bodies. I collapse onto him, still inside him. He groans loudly when I move out of him and lie beside him. I grab a stray shirt near my bed to clean us up and when we fall asleep together Orlando is in my arms and nothing has ever felt as wonderful as hearing the last words we shared before sleep overtook us.
“Love you”
“Love you too, always”
Has my heart ever beaten so fast? No. Has my mouth ever felt so dry? No. Has Orlando ever looked so beautiful? No. but what if I’m jumping to conclusions here what if he’s talking about someone else, like Sean or maybe Elijah? Simple; kill them and kidnap Orli. Come on, calm down, breathe, go back to rational sane thoughts, he’s probably expecting some kind of response. But what can I say.
“Please don’t punch me for this”
He looks a little confused now. Well not for long. Throwing all rational sane thoughts out the window I grabbed the front of Orlando’s shirt and drag him to me so our bodies are pressed so close we feel like one and before my mind can scream objections left right and center I sink my lips against Orlando’s mouth. Orlando’s sexy, soft mouth that’s kissing me back, so perfect so right. For a few moments we remain in a kind of calm little peaceful place with just us and lips but then I can feel the urges I suppressed for so long breaking like a dam and drowning me. At least I know I’m not alone, Orlando’s arms circle my neck and push us as close as we can get. And now the calm is being overtaken by the most wonderful storm I’ve ever felt. Lips turn into tongue and stilled hands begin to search each other learning every unknown curve and dip of our bodies. I never want this to stop. Stupid that I need to breathe. I pull back from Orlandos kiss but tighten my arms around him so he knows I’m not going anywhere, our foreheads rest together and we’re both panting. He tries to talk between breathing heavily,
“That… was so …. So…”
“Perfect?”
“Yes, perfect”
“Orlando I’m sorry about what I said earlier I had no right but seeing you with them and what I thought was going on. I was jealous really, really jealous I’m sorry.”
“You had no need to be jealous, the only person I’ve wanted since we met was you. You don’t have to be jealous again you know, you can have me all to yourself, all the time, you and me, if you want it I’m yours”
“I do Orlando, I want you, now, tomorrow, forever please say you’re serious about what you’re offering me”
“How bout I show you instead”
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Perfect. This is perfect. No more lies no more hiding and he loves me too. I must be dreaming. It’s too right to be real; Viggo’s mouth with mine his hands touching me everywhere. But we have to get in off the balcony he tries to move us in but my legs have stopped working and my lips refuse to stop kissing his. Good thing Viggo’s the stronger of us, I would never be able to carry him like he’s carrying me now, my legs wrapped around his waist, my mouth on his neck suckling, biting, marking him and making him mine. He seems to like it though, I can feel the groan, low and rough rise in his throat.
“Are you trying to give me another tattoo?”
“Just so every one knows your mine now. No one else’s”
“Your precious?”
“Yes, yes my precious”
I feel viggo place me gently on the ground. I can see it all in his eyes. The love, not too mention overwhelming lust and doubts of course.
“Umm Orlando are you sure you want to— you know. I mean maybe we should take this slow, give our selves more time”
“I think it’s safe to say we’ve spent enough time waiting. Bedroom now!”
Thankfully Viggo needs no further encouragement. Yet again I’m held by Viggo, surrounded by all of him. I know we’re in the bedroom when he places me down on the soft bedcovers like I’m a piece of glass in constant danger of shattering. His lips on my skin feels so good. I can feel his hand gently tugging at the edge of my tee-shirt He’s trying to be gentle but the fever in my blood just wants to feel skin, his skin now!
Before he has the chance to do a thing I use all my strength to flip him so now I have him under me and under my control. My hands want to learn every bit of him but these pesky clothes are getting in my way they’ll just have to go. Clothes begin to fall away from us in a quick shower. There was no strip-teasing, no showing off. The touches were more important. We didn’t even need words, our hands, lips and eyes talked for us. Once again (though I’m not sure how) I am beneath Viggo. He seems to like being in control which I have no problem with at all, not now our skin is touching. He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Yes Viggo is perfect. His sculpted body just seems to cover me perfectly like we were made to fit. I can feel his hands everywhere roaming my skin and—
“Oh god Viggo!”
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“Like that do you?”
I tighten my grip around him relishing the long shudder it causes before moving in slow strokes. His hand finds my need and we set a rhythm together our bodies rubbing in an uneven dance of need and want and lust. I can feel my orgasm rising in me and I know Orlando must be close but not yet, I want to be inside him. At the first lack of my hand Orlando whimpered desperately. I kissed him chastely on his forehead I need to be inside him.
“Viggo please”
“Please what love?”
“Please. I want you inside me, Viggo please”
My lips kiss Orlando again wherever I can find. His skin, his lips, his shoulder while my hand searches through my bedside table I know it’s here somewhere. AHA! I push the tube into Orlando’s grip. I can feel his hands sneak down and coat me thickly. His hands feel so good. My fingers slick with lube slide into him gently. I can feel his muscles clench around my fingers.
“Relax, Orli I’m not going to hurt you”
I curl my fingers inside searching and searching and yes the loud cry from Orlando lets me know I found what I was looking for.
“Viggo don’t make me beg, now”
And then I’m inside him in a few quick desperate thrusts. Surrounded by everything Orlando, nothing has ever felt so right. We start moving slowly together while our lips meet in short loving kisses. This is perfect, this is heaven. I can feel the need building not just in myself but Orlando as well. There are no words, well no complete sentences anyway just short words, one or two is all we need. Our pace rises with the feelings overwhelming us. I can feel all he feels and I’m sure he can feel everything I feel. This isn’t just sex. Its love, I can feel it burning through me. We aren’t having sex. We’re making love, Perfect love. By now our movements our frantic, I’m looking in his eyes pouring all I feel into the gaze we share when we cry out each other’s names and I can feel his hot seed coating our bodies. I collapse onto him, still inside him. He groans loudly when I move out of him and lie beside him. I grab a stray shirt near my bed to clean us up and when we fall asleep together Orlando is in my arms and nothing has ever felt as wonderful as hearing the last words we shared before sleep overtook us.
“Love you”
“Love you too, always”