Series of Misfortunes
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,768
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
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 Four
Chapter Four
He was in the shower, they had done it in the shower hundreds of times but the book said to be spontaneous. And she really felt that if they could get over their string of bad luck and just do it, then everything would be all right. She took her clothes off in the hallway and opened the door. He liked his showers very hot and the steam was so thick Miranda could barely make out his silhouette behind the glass doors. She opened the doors and slipped inside behind him. His back was to her and he was soaping up his chest. She leaned in and kissed his back, he jumped a bit, surprised by her but smiled when turned and saw her.
"Good Morning." He said.
"Morning. I hope you don't mind me joining you."
"Never." He replied pulling her closer, sliding his hands over her now wet skin. "Mmm...Miranda, I've missed this. No pressure. Just you and me, like this."
"Like this?" She said slowly, while she ran her hand down his back, over his ass and then back up his back.
"Yes."
"Let me wash your hair." She said. He nodded and handed her the shampoo. She always washed his hair, he loved her strong fingers, massaging his scalp. She poured some into her hand and began to rub it into his hair. He moaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to allow her to get to his whole head. She took her time and worked over the entire scalp, then she slid her hands down his neck and rubbed there. Soon the massage was forgotten and she was just running her hands over his body, pinching his nipples, kissing his back, teasing his belly button, moving her hand lower and wrapping it around his dick. He sucked in his breath as her soapy hand began to stroke his cock. It seemed like it had been ages since anyone but himself had touched it. She stroked him, she laid kisses on his spine, he dropped his head forward, resting his chin against his chest.
"Fuck, that feels good." He groaned.
He felt her smile against his back and she began to go faster. He was close to cumming, he snapped his eyes open and grabbed her hand to stop her, not wanting to cum before he got to fuck her. He spun around and pressed his dick into her stomach, kissing her mouth forcefully. That's when the stinging started; the shampoo he had never gotten around to rinsing out ran down into his eyes and began to burn.
"Shit I got soap in my eyes." He said pulling back, eyes, clenched together.
"Here, wipe it with this." She said handing him a wash cloth.
"Ahhh, there's soap on this too." He cried. He blindly reached for the shower door. He slid it open and tried to reach for a towel on the wall. "Help me Miranda."
She reached past him to get the towel and slipped on the wet shower floor, while she fought to keep her balance, she bumped into him and sent him falling. He smacked his head on the decorative plant holder that sat just outside the shower door and collapse in a wet naked, bleeding heap on the floor.
"Eight stitches. You're lucky they are in your hair and not on your face." The doctor told him. He was sitting on a bed in the emergency room, wearing a thin cotton gown that was too short for his long frame and completely open in the back. After he had been knocked to unconsciousness, Miranda had called 911 and the ambulance had rushed him to the hospital, he had a slight concussion and a large gash on the top of his head.
He was just grateful he wasn't in a movie right now, it would have been hell to postpone the shoot and then try to hide the big hideous scab on his head. The doctor gave him a few more last minute instructions and then left. Miranda who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, clutching a bag to her chest, looked at him waiting for him to blow up.
"I'm sorry Lando." She said after he stared at her without speaking.
"It's not your fault. It's not even the books fault. That was just a freak accident, could have happened to anyone." He told her.
"Why do you think this stuff is happening?" She asked him. He shook his head.
"I don't know. But Miranda I love you, more than anything else in the world. I know with shooting and traveling that I haven't been the best lover. But I promise you, I will make it up to you. No more "tips" let's just do what come naturally, let's not force it and let's not worry about it, okay?"
"Okay. I love you to Orlando." She got up and sat next to him on the bed leaning her head on his shoulder.
tbc...
He was in the shower, they had done it in the shower hundreds of times but the book said to be spontaneous. And she really felt that if they could get over their string of bad luck and just do it, then everything would be all right. She took her clothes off in the hallway and opened the door. He liked his showers very hot and the steam was so thick Miranda could barely make out his silhouette behind the glass doors. She opened the doors and slipped inside behind him. His back was to her and he was soaping up his chest. She leaned in and kissed his back, he jumped a bit, surprised by her but smiled when turned and saw her.
"Good Morning." He said.
"Morning. I hope you don't mind me joining you."
"Never." He replied pulling her closer, sliding his hands over her now wet skin. "Mmm...Miranda, I've missed this. No pressure. Just you and me, like this."
"Like this?" She said slowly, while she ran her hand down his back, over his ass and then back up his back.
"Yes."
"Let me wash your hair." She said. He nodded and handed her the shampoo. She always washed his hair, he loved her strong fingers, massaging his scalp. She poured some into her hand and began to rub it into his hair. He moaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to allow her to get to his whole head. She took her time and worked over the entire scalp, then she slid her hands down his neck and rubbed there. Soon the massage was forgotten and she was just running her hands over his body, pinching his nipples, kissing his back, teasing his belly button, moving her hand lower and wrapping it around his dick. He sucked in his breath as her soapy hand began to stroke his cock. It seemed like it had been ages since anyone but himself had touched it. She stroked him, she laid kisses on his spine, he dropped his head forward, resting his chin against his chest.
"Fuck, that feels good." He groaned.
He felt her smile against his back and she began to go faster. He was close to cumming, he snapped his eyes open and grabbed her hand to stop her, not wanting to cum before he got to fuck her. He spun around and pressed his dick into her stomach, kissing her mouth forcefully. That's when the stinging started; the shampoo he had never gotten around to rinsing out ran down into his eyes and began to burn.
"Shit I got soap in my eyes." He said pulling back, eyes, clenched together.
"Here, wipe it with this." She said handing him a wash cloth.
"Ahhh, there's soap on this too." He cried. He blindly reached for the shower door. He slid it open and tried to reach for a towel on the wall. "Help me Miranda."
She reached past him to get the towel and slipped on the wet shower floor, while she fought to keep her balance, she bumped into him and sent him falling. He smacked his head on the decorative plant holder that sat just outside the shower door and collapse in a wet naked, bleeding heap on the floor.
"Eight stitches. You're lucky they are in your hair and not on your face." The doctor told him. He was sitting on a bed in the emergency room, wearing a thin cotton gown that was too short for his long frame and completely open in the back. After he had been knocked to unconsciousness, Miranda had called 911 and the ambulance had rushed him to the hospital, he had a slight concussion and a large gash on the top of his head.
He was just grateful he wasn't in a movie right now, it would have been hell to postpone the shoot and then try to hide the big hideous scab on his head. The doctor gave him a few more last minute instructions and then left. Miranda who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, clutching a bag to her chest, looked at him waiting for him to blow up.
"I'm sorry Lando." She said after he stared at her without speaking.
"It's not your fault. It's not even the books fault. That was just a freak accident, could have happened to anyone." He told her.
"Why do you think this stuff is happening?" She asked him. He shook his head.
"I don't know. But Miranda I love you, more than anything else in the world. I know with shooting and traveling that I haven't been the best lover. But I promise you, I will make it up to you. No more "tips" let's just do what come naturally, let's not force it and let's not worry about it, okay?"
"Okay. I love you to Orlando." She got up and sat next to him on the bed leaning her head on his shoulder.
tbc...