Getting home

You finally get home after a long day at work. As you put the key in the lock and push the door back, you see Orlando standing there, almost as if he was waiting for you. He's just come out of the shower and he has a blue towel wrapped around his waist. He also has a towel in his hand, which he is using to roughly dry his wet hair. You put your keys and bag down, and walk up to him.

"Hi babe" he whispers, as he lowers his head to kiss you. Mmm, he smells clean. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. He stops drying his hair, puts his arms around you and hugs you and then moves his hands down to your hips, where he rests thems. You slowly unwrap your arms from around his neck, and rest your left hand on his right shoulder, while you let your right hand travel down to his chest. You feel his warm tanned skin beneath your fingers and feel his heart beating. He gently prises your lips open with his tongue, and begins to massage your tongue with his own.

You continue to let your right hand travel down his torso, this time stopping at the the sun tattoo on his stomach. You pull yourself away from his lips and look down at his stomach, where you trace the outline of his tattoo with your fingers. He laughs quitely as he gets ticklish. He leans in to kiss you again, before moving onto your neck, where he kisses and lightly sucks and bites it. He moves his lips to your earlobe, he nibbles it. You tilt your head back, so that your throat is exposed and he begins to lightly kiss it, and then he plantssessses down your throat and onto the top of you chest. He unbuttons the top three buttons on your shirt and pushes the shirt aside, so that you bra shows and he moves mouth down towards your breast, where he gently sucks the bare skin. All the while, you run your fingers through his thick hair. Then you bring him back up so that you are face to face again, and feel his hands wander down your body and then stop when the y reach your backside.

You place your hands on his t, st, stroking it for a while while looking into his eyes. Then, you let them travel down, past his stomach, onto the top of the blue towel. With one hand, you loosen the towel from his waist, the other hand you continue to let travel down until you reach the jackpot. You hear a small gasp escape from his lips and then catch that naughty grin on his face.

He guides you backwards and pushes you lighlty so that you fall onto the king-size bed behind you. You manouevre yourself so that your back is against the headboard and you legs are outstretched in front of you. You begin to unbutton the rest of your shirt, while he silently watches you from the other end of the bed. As you undo the last button, he joins you on the bed and places his hands on your ankles and slowly moves them up your legs until they reach you outer thighs. He helps you take your shirt off and throws it onto the floor. You in turn grab the towel from around his waist and do the same. He sits on the bed with his legs outstretched, so you move closer to him so that you are facing one another, with your legs over his, your bodies touching and your arms wrapped around each other. He kisses you on the nose. He kisses you on the cheek, the other cheek, your forehead, your eyes and then onto your lips again. You feel his tongue in your mouth again, swirling around your tongue, tracing the outline of your lips, kissing you with intensity. You pull back to catch your breath.

His hands move round to your back, where he finds the catch of you bra and unhooks it. He pulls the straps down so that you can remove it completely and tosses into onto the pile of clothes beside the bed. You then lean back onto the bed so that you are lying on it, and he re-positions himself on top of you.

He softly squeezes your breasts and uses his tongue to trace the shape of your nipples. He kisses the skin between your breasts and keeps kissing down, towards your stomach and then further down to the top of your jeans. He stops and looks up at you. Seeing that you're not going to stop him, he unbuttons the button on your jeans and pulls down the zip. You lift your hips to help him pull the jeans off, and the jeans end up on the ever-increasing pile of clothes. Now all that stands between you, Orlando and a night of passion is your knickers...