Twisted Insomnia... (Thursday Night)
Okay...that had to be the wierdest conversation that I've ever had with Jake...oh my god. Alright I have to calm down before bed...need to get some sleep...okay, breathing is good. Just lie here breathing...not thinking of anything...
“Everybody...stand back! Give her some room dammit!” Orlando kneels next to me, klutz that I am.
“Oh, you’ve really hurt yourself haven’t you?”
nod slightly.
“Poor little ankle, can you walk?”
“No, I don’t think I can.”
“Well...” scoops me up like I was nothing “...I’ll just have to carry you then.” Big smile.
He carries me away, elbowing through crowds of people muttering “is she okay, oh Orlando, you can save her.”
Entering a makeshift bedroom, he places me down on the bed and takes my foot in his hand...bandages seem to magically appear in his hand as he starts to wrap my foot.
“Oh Orlando, thank you for saving me, it hurt so badly...and now the pain is gone, now that you’re here with me!”
Cheering from outside the door and a muffled “she made it, he saved her!! YAY for Orlando.” That was odd.
“Oh dear, I’m out of wrapping....um, oh, I’ve got it.” He tears off his own shirt, using it to bandage the rest of my ankle. His chest, his abs, his arms, gleaming in the light streaming from the window. He stops and looks up at me “There all better.”
“Not completely though.”
“Oh that’s right, how’s the rest of your leg.”
“A little neglected actually.”
“That’s simply not acceptable...and the rest of you feels this way as well?”
I bite my lip and furrow my brow “Mmmhmm”
“Let me make it all better then.”
Leaning down, placing soft kisses along my leg, up and up, to the inside of my thigh. Coming up from my legs, he slides his body closer and kisses that little spot, behind my neck that drives me absolutely crazy.
“Does that feel better?”
“I don’t know, I think you may have to try the other ear as well....I’m starting to feel better, lots better.” One hand on my face and his mouth on my neck he licks and sucks his way up to my ear, taking it into his mouth and biting a little.
“Don’t you think biting is a bit unconstructive Orli?”
“It’s okay, I’ll kiss that better too.” A smile and the licking of lips, he attacks mine, tongue and teeth and nice warm mouth. His hands are everywhere, urging me to lie down to be more...comfortable.
Hand moving up my thigh, under my skirt, removing the teeny-tiny panties I decided to wear that day and continuing further.
“Well Miss Scarlett, seems to me like you’re feeling better” Big surprised smile on his face.
“Oh Orli.” Lean back and just let him do whatever he wants. The makeshift bedroom has now become my cabin, Orli on top of me and unbuttoning the front of my shirt. I can feel him against my leg, but he's concentrating on my chest. He's trying very hard to go slow, move slightly. His hands move from my breasts, replacing one hand with his mouth and sucking gently, causing me to arch my back and cry out to him. "Ahhhhhhhh, God dammit, Orlando...don't ... please don't stop!"
"I won't...stay there, I'm right here." He uses his free hand to undo his trousers, pulling them down just enough to set himself free. Moving upwards, between my now-slick thighs he catches my mouth with his again and enters me. I break the kiss and moan, feeling him moving, thrusting inside of me. I need him more...deeper, so I raise my hips in time with his. "Scarlett...uuuuuunghhhh, ahhhhhhhhh...." Breathing in my ear now after leaning his head down to kiss my neck and put his arms around me, enabling me to wrap my legs around him.
"God Orlando I can't...you're too...oh my god! Ahhhhhhhhh!" He's still stroking inside me, with every thrust nearly pulling out so I can feel the whole length of his cock, every time! "Come for me baby....my beautiful girl...come for me." Smiling down with his gorgeous brown eyes, almost turning slightly green from his arousal, his cheeks are red and flushed, his lips are kiss-stung. He rocks back and forth, deeper until I can't stand it any longer. Screaming his name and feeling myself pulsate from the inside out, waves of light in my head and the sound of him reaching his peak as well. Hot streams of his seed filling me up, making me come a second time from the sheer joy of it. Half whispered through a shaking voice "Orlando...." as he collapses on top of me, breathing in my ear.
"...that's my girl...."
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Sitting bolt upright and gasping...slight layer of sweat covering me like dew, giving me goosebumps as the chilled air hits me...and...no, nononono...I'm wet...I can still feel it, I know what's happened...
I lie back down, sobbing a bit. Why is it always Orlando in these god damned dreams...why can't it be Keanu? Why? Breathing returning to normal but pictures and feelings still dancing in my head...I won't get back to sleep, and I know why...fuck...and I can't go to him, not like this. And I can't go to anyone else, it wouldn't be right, I would never...I have to...
((continued...))
“Everybody...stand back! Give her some room dammit!” Orlando kneels next to me, klutz that I am.
“Oh, you’ve really hurt yourself haven’t you?”
nod slightly.
“Poor little ankle, can you walk?”
“No, I don’t think I can.”
“Well...” scoops me up like I was nothing “...I’ll just have to carry you then.” Big smile.
He carries me away, elbowing through crowds of people muttering “is she okay, oh Orlando, you can save her.”
Entering a makeshift bedroom, he places me down on the bed and takes my foot in his hand...bandages seem to magically appear in his hand as he starts to wrap my foot.
“Oh Orlando, thank you for saving me, it hurt so badly...and now the pain is gone, now that you’re here with me!”
Cheering from outside the door and a muffled “she made it, he saved her!! YAY for Orlando.” That was odd.
“Oh dear, I’m out of wrapping....um, oh, I’ve got it.” He tears off his own shirt, using it to bandage the rest of my ankle. His chest, his abs, his arms, gleaming in the light streaming from the window. He stops and looks up at me “There all better.”
“Not completely though.”
“Oh that’s right, how’s the rest of your leg.”
“A little neglected actually.”
“That’s simply not acceptable...and the rest of you feels this way as well?”
I bite my lip and furrow my brow “Mmmhmm”
“Let me make it all better then.”
Leaning down, placing soft kisses along my leg, up and up, to the inside of my thigh. Coming up from my legs, he slides his body closer and kisses that little spot, behind my neck that drives me absolutely crazy.
“Does that feel better?”
“I don’t know, I think you may have to try the other ear as well....I’m starting to feel better, lots better.” One hand on my face and his mouth on my neck he licks and sucks his way up to my ear, taking it into his mouth and biting a little.
“Don’t you think biting is a bit unconstructive Orli?”
“It’s okay, I’ll kiss that better too.” A smile and the licking of lips, he attacks mine, tongue and teeth and nice warm mouth. His hands are everywhere, urging me to lie down to be more...comfortable.
Hand moving up my thigh, under my skirt, removing the teeny-tiny panties I decided to wear that day and continuing further.
“Well Miss Scarlett, seems to me like you’re feeling better” Big surprised smile on his face.
“Oh Orli.” Lean back and just let him do whatever he wants. The makeshift bedroom has now become my cabin, Orli on top of me and unbuttoning the front of my shirt. I can feel him against my leg, but he's concentrating on my chest. He's trying very hard to go slow, move slightly. His hands move from my breasts, replacing one hand with his mouth and sucking gently, causing me to arch my back and cry out to him. "Ahhhhhhhh, God dammit, Orlando...don't ... please don't stop!"
"I won't...stay there, I'm right here." He uses his free hand to undo his trousers, pulling them down just enough to set himself free. Moving upwards, between my now-slick thighs he catches my mouth with his again and enters me. I break the kiss and moan, feeling him moving, thrusting inside of me. I need him more...deeper, so I raise my hips in time with his. "Scarlett...uuuuuunghhhh, ahhhhhhhhh...." Breathing in my ear now after leaning his head down to kiss my neck and put his arms around me, enabling me to wrap my legs around him.
"God Orlando I can't...you're too...oh my god! Ahhhhhhhhh!" He's still stroking inside me, with every thrust nearly pulling out so I can feel the whole length of his cock, every time! "Come for me baby....my beautiful girl...come for me." Smiling down with his gorgeous brown eyes, almost turning slightly green from his arousal, his cheeks are red and flushed, his lips are kiss-stung. He rocks back and forth, deeper until I can't stand it any longer. Screaming his name and feeling myself pulsate from the inside out, waves of light in my head and the sound of him reaching his peak as well. Hot streams of his seed filling me up, making me come a second time from the sheer joy of it. Half whispered through a shaking voice "Orlando...." as he collapses on top of me, breathing in my ear.
"...that's my girl...."
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Sitting bolt upright and gasping...slight layer of sweat covering me like dew, giving me goosebumps as the chilled air hits me...and...no, nononono...I'm wet...I can still feel it, I know what's happened...
I lie back down, sobbing a bit. Why is it always Orlando in these god damned dreams...why can't it be Keanu? Why? Breathing returning to normal but pictures and feelings still dancing in my head...I won't get back to sleep, and I know why...fuck...and I can't go to him, not like this. And I can't go to anyone else, it wouldn't be right, I would never...I have to...
((continued...))