The Student

Chapter 17 - Last Night

I watched as the world was passing by. People were out in the night, stumbling from bars and pubs, drunken and laughing. A couple here and there caught in a passionate embrace. The world was alive, and I was about to proclaim my love for the man that was sitting next to me in the cab.

I turned my gaze to Orlando.

We had been silent the whole ride, after saying our farewells to the rest of the group. We had hurried to the cab, but we couldn't physically will the cab to go any faster, so we resigned ourselves to simply thinking. I thought long and hard. Twisting the ring on my finger, I remembered how much I had wanted that ring to be a different type of ring. I was thinking about forever here. And this was scaring me.

Orli coughed slightly, bringing one of those long, elegant hands that I couldn't get enough of up to his mouth. I smiled slightly as he straightened and looked at me through hooded eyes. "I have a surprise for you."

"Really? Will I like it?"

He nodded. "Most assuredly, or I'll have made a fool of myself." He laughed, lightly, before taking a hand between his own and kissing the palm gently. Shivers of pleasure radiated from that one spot of skin and I sighed. I had missed his touch. I would miss his touch more than anything in less than 24-hours.

I shook the thought out of my head.

The cab came screeching to a halt and we exited quickly, saving as much time as possible. After paying the cabby, Orli lead the way upward, to his humble home.

He stopped me at the door. "I have to do something to you, but this is just part of the surprise. Can you trust me?" I nodded, smiling at his mystery. He gave me a devilish grin before producing a black bandana from somewhere, and tying it around my head, blocking off my vision . "Okay, now just stand there for a second." I nodded and listened as he unlocked the door and ushered me inside. My hands reached for the restraints, but his own pushed them down. "Not yet. Wait right here and give me two ticks."

I laughed. "What does that mean? How long are two ticks. I don't speak that kind of language." I could hear him laugh from the main area of the apartment, but he didn't answer me. I strained my ears hard, trying to hear anything that might give me a hint as to what he was planning. Finally, I heard him approached and stiffened in anticipation. He gave me no words, merely claimed my mouth in a tantalizing kiss of pon aon and promise of things to come. I groaned into his mouth as my hands wove their way up his chest. It felt like I was coming home.

He reached up behind my head, and pulled the bandana loose. I blinked in the light that flooded my senses and I realized that there were thirty or forty candles burning in the apartment, lending a flood of romantic light to the whole room. "Oh, Orlando."

He had spread rose petals around the floor, and there was a path leading to a makeshift bed resting where the couch normally would be. The couch was no where to be seen. He picked up a remote on the table in the hall and clicked a button. The soft sounds of a British folk singer drifted through the surround sound system he had in the living room.

I smiled softly. I was struck by the simple gesture of his thoughtfulness, and his romantic nature that was now presenting myself. I turned to thank him and was immediately moved by the passion and caring that was practically burning in his warm brown eyes. I sighed as my mind came back to how much time we really didn't have. A burning pressure filled my nostrils and a tear seeped out of an eye.

His hand came up to cup my cheek. "Hey now. What's this?" He brought me close, holding me with a hand around my back and the one on my cheek. He leaned his forehead down against mine. "No tears Love. Not tonight, of all nights." Smiling, he swiped the tear gently from my cheek, then, with an infinite care, he kissed me softly.

We both sighed as pleasure took over once again and thoughts of the next day and forever blended into the background. The world around us seemed to melt, and I would have more than pleased if he had dragged me to the ground right there in the hallway and claimed me as his own. He didn't of course, he was way too much of a gentleman.

He did lean away from me, breaking our kiss. I whimpered, upset with the loss of this contact. He gave me a secretive smile. "You are so beautiful Laura. My heart breaks just thinking about being away from you for any amount of time."

I nodded, breathing deeply. He was raising my blood to an almost unbearable temperature, and if he didn't do something about it very soon, I was afraid I'd die. "Orlando, we'll have plenty of time to talk about that later. Would you just shut up and kiss me, please?" The last word sounded like I was practically begging him to make love to me. I think I was actually.

He grinned, and with a fierce, possessive growl, he claimed my mouth. Plundering the warmth that he found, Orli touched my soul and my heart. He turned, then swept me off my feet and into his arms.

Walking the short distance to his makeshift 'love nest' he laid me gently on the blankets and the silk sheets. The silk was cool and smooth against my back.

Looking down on me, Orlando smiled and I smiled back. All of that animal grace was mine tonight. I opened my arms to him, and he collapsed gratefully into my embrace, bringing his mouth gently to mine. I moaned wantonly and he smiled against my mouth. "I love you."

"And I love you." Gluing my mouth to his, I rolled against him, pushing him onto his back. My mouth devoured his own, nibbling at his top lip and grazing the soft skin there. I sighed, dragging my mouth away and sat up to straddle his body. He gazed up at me in silent wonder, and I smiled at the love swelling inside my chest. Bending, I undid the first button of his shirt and kissed the soft skin there gently. "I love you." It was more of a caress than word, but he heard me and moaned in response as I continued unbuttoning and kissing.

I didn't stop until I ran out of buttons. Tugging the shirt from his pants, I pushed it off his chest and took a deep breath, smelling his warm, male scent. Aftershave and something else. Something I couldn't place, but I would always remember. I pulled myself back up his body and splayed my hands on his bared chest. The skin there was like silk over steel and I ran my hands gently over the firm muscles of his abdomen.

I ran my hands upward until my palms grazed the hard, sensitive nipples that were begging for attention. Orlando's breath came in ragged gasps. I could feel his breath moving the hair surrounding my flushed face.

Running my hands back down his torso, they tightened over the firm swelling pushing at his belt line. Nothing else mattered tonight. Not tomorrow, not school, not even Kat. Nothing mattered except the feelings flooding through me and washing away all doubt of love from my soul.

I clawed at his belt, impatient to feel his skin on mine.

"Love, wait." Orlando's voice was a strangled remnant of it's past tone. He caught both of my hands between his larger, rougher ones and pulled them, and me, upwards to his mouth.

I frowned. "Am I doing something wrong?"

He chuckled and shook his head no. "Hardly. You're doing everything too well. I want this to last. I need this to last. I want to enjoy you. All night." Orlando rolled over, sliding me off of him, and sat up, dragging me with him. "I want to see you." His voice was a bare whisper as he reached for the skinny straps of my dress and slipped the material down my shoulders. His fingers burned trails of fire downward as my bra straps joined my dress in a bunch at my waist.

He sighed deeply when his gaze flickered over my naked chest. A small smile played across his lips as he bent and kissed my collarbone gently. His breath played over my skin and my nipples hardened with the cool air. I waited as his mouth dipped lower, only to pause. The tension was pulsing through my body.

Orlando caught my nipple with his warm lips, pulling my skin into his mouth, and suckling like a calf. Lightning exploded behind my eyes and the world turned momentarily red before I came back to reality. I moved against him, moaning and pushing the sensitive tip deeper into his kiss. He smiled against my skin.

I dropped my cheek onto the dark mohawk bent against my chest and moaned like a whore. A deep shudder racked my frame as he drew harder on the sensitive flesh.

Orlando left my breast and raised his lips to my mouth, kissing mine with rough passion, and I responded to the urgency of his kiss, opening up to him. Reaching down, my fingers continued their interrupted mission on his belt buckle. I worked frantically to loosen the belt and I smiled to myself when he groaned against my open mouth. It wasn't working, and I was getting impatient. Finally, I broke off the kiss and looked down. His erection was pressing tightly against the material, and I could understand why the fabric was being so unwieldy.

Growling in frustration, I tore at the zipper almost frantically.

He chuckled as he brushed my hands away and stood quickly, sliding the clothes from his body in smooth movements. I watched, amazed at the electric shocks that coursed through my body as he bared himself to me. He was a beautiful man, but I've said that so many times before. I licked my lips, unable to take my eyes off of his hands as he rolled the condom in place and joined me again on the floor. He looked me over carefully.

"You're overdressed for the occasion love. Let me help you with that." He reached for the hem of my wrinkled dress and pulled it quickly over my head, throwing it carelessly to the side. I could feel his hands tremble with need as his long fingers pressed against my waist and unclasped my tangled bra. I let him lay me back down on the bed as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my panties. Hot lips replaced the light fabric as Orlando trailed kisses down my abdomen. I squirmed on the satin sheets, driven mad by the tickling torture and the won ton reaction my body was having to this stimulus. I cried out as his kissed made it to the burning place between my legs. I arched against his seeking tongue, surrendering to him without a second thought.

The need to have him with me and inside me rose swift and sharp in my stomach and I pulled him up my body with his neck, kissing him senseless when him mouth met mine again. His hand drifted between our bodies and he guided himself into me finally. With a sigh, he thrust deeply, driving with controlled fury at my soft center.

I had never felt this amazing and whole before. I arched my back, taking him deeper, and taking myself higher on this ride called pleasure. I was complete. I had waited for four days to feel the exquisite pleasure that we had created on Friday. Four days of torture. And hell, the wait was worth it. Grabbing his hips in my hands, I arched blindly into him, pulling him deeper into me.

"Laura." Orlando's mouth kissed my ear before his guttural cry and one final thrust washed us both into a pool of delicious oblivion.