J'Adore Baby

[Isabella Ormonde]

She had not known what to expect but every day spent with Izaak was as unpredictable as the first. She had barely finished speaking when he rose from his seat and came towards her. A thrill ran through her instantly, a girlish frenzy building inside her ready to erupt into a fit of giggles if he came too close. He was soon behind her chair and moving her ever so slightly so as to reach her back, nicely exposed with the dress she wore. Bella gasped, inhaled deeply as he knelt down to kiss where she had previously indicated 'the switches' location to be. A wave of euphoria washed over her as she closed her eyes. He knew every inch of her, knew the slightest touch of his mouth or fingers on her sensitive skin would have this effect. Most of the time he had only to look at her and she was on fire.

His hands touched against her skin and yet another shiver coursed up through her. In danger now of getting very carried away she wanted to tell him they should leave now, this very second but his hands, his fingers, his thumbs were working magic of their own across her shoulders. By the time his mouth found her neck she was dizzy with desire. Her pupils dilated and her teeth pinching on her lower lip to prevent her from whimpering aloud into the beautiful night. But he did not stop there as he murmured the single word through his kisses. Bella's head slowly tilted back against him, long golden lashes covering they wanton look in her silver grey orbs. The only answer she had at that point to his question was to swivel more in her seat to the man kneeling now before her. Her breathing was shallow, fighting for composure when none could be found. A millisecond perhaps two before her mouth claimed his hungrily, the moan of supplication she had been fighting wrenched from her as her mouth moved against his. Long slender hands curled into his hair as she pressed herself closer.
"You always do it right" she whispered against his mouth, not wanting to stop barely able to contain herself enough to speak as it was. This was crazy both of them were in much too public a place for this wanton display of affection. They would not throw caution to the wind here.
"Apparate us" her voice was hoarse with longing, she would not be denied a second longer.

 

[Izaak Finch]

Her obvious sensitivity to his touch excited Izaak more than it should have so that now not only was it his lips pressed to her invitingly flushed skin but his sly grin as well. Every shiver that darted up her spine and each suppressed whimper that he could feel her resisting near drove him to a point of insanity. It had been a reckless decision to douse her with his affections like this. But Isabella had asked for it, quite literally so. And Izaak was never in any mood to refuse her, in fact he didn’t think he ever had since the night they had spent together down and dirty in the sand.

There was a wide quality to the gaze of his striking blue eyes as Is eased around in the chair to face him. In the whole of the minute or two that he had had not been in view of her face, was it possible to forget her beauty? No, that would be like forgetting your own dialect after having vowed silence for a week on end. But what was possible and what occurred all the time was the dazed state she was able to shimmy him into. She was fighting for breath, quivering with ecstasy and was simply aglow with love, Isabella’s next move was not hard to calculate, it was the moan that surprised him. But nonetheless, Izaak crashed his mouth against hers and dove his tongue into a playful rivalry. "You always do it right” Caught amongst their passionate exchange, it was almost inaudible. But Izaak was able to pluck it from her lips as a musician might do a harp and was filled with a positive effect of self-confidence.

There was no disagreement to the sultry order she had spoken of him, there was no question as to what would happen to their food or how they would feast their hunger. Beside Isabella and the desires she provoked within him, little else mattered. With both hands, Izaak hoisted his girlfriend from the chair and held her so close against him that they quickly became a mold of one another. And just like that, with a kiss pressed to her jawline and a succinct ‘pop’ the couple had left the restaurant’s rooftop.

They appeared again in a hallway hung with class, red curtains adorning the large windows at either end, gold-plated doorknobs and flawless white walls. But Izaak had been here earlier this morning, with at least a dozen red roses that his sister had given him from her store, and paid no attention to his surroundings. The hand that was not twisting the key in the lock was curled tightly around her bodice, guessing that she too was indifferent to the hotel decor. The door glided open smoothly, treating their eyes to an elegant room that was washed in the warm hue of candlelight. A gesture made by the hotel staff he had guessed. The rose petals he had scattered earlier in the day were still resting where they had fallen, most onto the grandest of king beds he had ever seen in his lifetime. Izaak, although a hopeless romantic, had never done anything so wild as this before. But he had wanted to make it a night Isabella would remember and so far it had been that and more. Toeing off his shoes with an expression of lust carved onto his features, Izaak had to draw upon a reserve of energy to keep him from simply pinning her down onto the bed and instead wait for her first move.

blahh.

 

[Isabella Ormonde]

Her words had barely left her mouth, had barely passed her lips when he was pulling her up from the chair. His own desire as evident as hers. Tightly wrapped within one another they side apparated to the hotel. She could no more take in her surroundings than she could leave the side of Izaak. He was all she had eyes for, the beauty of the hotel was lost on her. They stumbled into the room and she was as quick to flip her shoes off as he was. The petals strewn on the floor made her smile before glancing back at him once more. Her mouth connected with his, her arms winding around him as her fingers tugged at his shirt. She could not even bother with the buttons this time, in her haste to get to him.

Then taking a deep breath she stopped, gazed at him as she bit her lower lip.
"I've ruined all your lovely plans" her voice was troubled and hurt when she took stock of all the trouble he had gone too just for her and they had neither eaten and enjoyed the beautiful view of Paris from the rooftop, nor had she stopped to notice the decor of the hotel. The petals had barely gotten a reaction through the haze of pent up passion she was enveloped in. Remorseful was not the word for it, she felt ashamed of her behavior now. Knowing she could have tried to wait, could have tried to be patient to show him she appreciated every thing he had done. Her warm soft hands cupped his face between them.
"I am so sorry" she whispered softly to him, meaning every word in triplicate, "forgive me?" without giving him too much of a chance to say otherwise her lips found his and brushed delicately across them, "please" she whispered against the curve of his lower lip as her eyes looked deep into his.


yours no blah, mine all blah

 

[Izaak Finch]

Despite the passion he had been wound up tightly in for most of the night, Izaak was quick to become aware of the urgency her fingers were displaying as they pulled at his buttoned shirt, not choosing to bother with his buttons. A part of Izaak wanted to continue on this reckless and uncontrolled journey of a driving desire. But another part wanted to ease their lust and let their love power on through. Yet still he kissed her until their lips parted and he was posed with concern for the distress that had been roused in her voice.

“Is,” He mumbled beneath the depths of his breath in unison with her own whisper. “Don’t apologise, you don’t need to.” Taking her hands from his cheeks, Izaak held them both within the broad palms of his own and grazed his lips so tenderly across her knuckles. Just light enough to run a delicate shiver down her spine, the ones he so enjoyed seeing her ecstatic over. “But if you’re really that worried about it, we can always book a restaurant tomorrow night. Not the same one mind you though, I don’t think they’d be all that pleased to see us again.” The young man was grinning now and there was a wonderful glint in his azure eyes as he passed his girlfriend a suggestive wink.

“Now... Where were we?” His voice was a husky whisper in the dimmed lighting between the couple. His hands were a gentle guide towards the luxiourious bed that Isabella was soon perched on top of as per Izaak’s encouragement. But they did not leave hers once, instead they curled tighter around Isabella’s and helped her to slowly pop the top button of his shirt as if they had never made love before and he was teaching her how to do so- slow and strong. However after the first button had given way to a piece of bronzed skin, Izaak left Is to fend for herself on the rest of his shirt as he lifted a single red rose against her radiant face. “Just relax.” Izaak breathed, tracing it’s bloodied petals along her sweet expression before leaning in to grace her temple with a adoring kiss.

once again i apologise if its bad XD

 

[Isabella Ormonde]

Resting her head against his forehead as he came to her, soothing her worries as swiftly as if they had not been there at all. Each hand clasped in his own felt beautifully warm, each tingled as he kissed the knuckles and those tingles raced through her. Closing her eyes as the familiarity of him swept over her, Bella sighed. The sigh soon turned to laughter as he spoke of a similar venture the day after if she was so inclined. Hastily she shook her head, they could always get room service and lots of it. The thought of being locked in a room all alone with him caused her to smile once more, especially as he winked at her.

Her eyes barely left his face as they made their way to the bed, she did not recall sitting down on top of it either as her fingers with his assistance began to undo the buttons of the offending shirt. When it became a solo operation for just her pleasure, Bella made sure she undid each one with an exaggerated slowness. The tips of her thumbs just barely grazing the skin beneath as with gradual ease more became exposed. She gently leaned her cheek against the rose he grazed there, the scent of it intoxicating but not nearly as much as Izaak's own brand of potency. His lips gently brushed her forehead just as she opened the last button, sliding her hands inside to run across the bare smooth chest so tanned and ribbed. She could look at him all day long and still not tire of him. With deliberate slowness she allowed her mouth to trail after her hands, kissing him delicately before sitting back on the bed and looking up at him.

Her hands reached to either strap of her dress to slide the material from her honey toned shoulders, her eyes gazing at him in utter adoration and complete wantonness.

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seriously Emmah yours are great - mine are blah
now gear up for the alluding

 

[Izaak Finch]

A shudder, both internal and external, carved through Izaak at the sensation of his lover’s wandering skin against his hottened skin. He could feel the tips of her fingertips as they dove between the contours of his lean body, the plush moisture of her lips as they followed close behind and it was heaven on every single level. A pleasured groan slipped from his lips and Izaak squeezed shut the lids of his azure eyes in the moment before she looked up at him. It were as if they had physically known one another forever, like they knew just which button to push and perhaps they did. Because tonight in his eyes, Isabella was the most perfect being on earth and tonight no one, not even his still so beloved Alexis, could top her.

Those silver eyes spoke all that Izaak needed to know as they gazed up at him from beneath long lashes. Tonight he’d be made a very happy boyfriend. And sitting there with the straps of her dress slid from her shoulders on the most magnificent bed he had ever seen, Izaak had never know Isabella to appear so deliriously tempting. And to say that was to say a lot. Holding the rose at her chin, Izaak sweetly kissed the tip of her nose before shrugging his shirt from his shoulders and rolling onto the bed himself. In seconds his hands had founder the zipper of her dress but chose not to drag it down the material. Instead, he lifted Isabella onto his firm stomach and simply lay there staring up at her with the most alluring of expressions. Then cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “Well?” Daring her to instigate their night of kisses as his fingers teasingly gripped the dress’ zip.

no linda, mine truly are lame but yes, here we go again haha

 

[Isabella Ormonde]

With her arms wrapped around him, lost in the sensations that their passion evoked Isabella wanted for no other. Could not contemplate a life without this man, he was her everything and there wasn't anything she would not do for him. Her lips met his again and again, her hands excitedly roamed the contours of his perfect body. There was no shyness there, as each touch she made was done so with the force of her eternal love behind it.

As he stripped from his shirt a sigh escaped her, she would never get enough of that phsyique. Never be able to tear eye or hand from it, he called her beautiful when she knew he was truly so. A masterpiece by the greatest painters could not do him justice. They managed to change positions with her now on top, with slow delicate movements she removed her dress as if wanting to tease him, excite him and let him know she was all his. As she lowered herself down to claim his mouth once more, the city of Paris had claimed two more love struck fools in delicate web of romance.

Throughout the hours that passed locked within one another the world slowly passed by without them. They did not care, the love of her life was beside her, beneath her, on top of her making her gasp, groan, laugh, cry with ecstasy. What need did they have of anything else save themselves. As finally sleep took hold of the delirious yet exhausted bodies convinced she was finally getting the last word in, she whispered quietly into the wee small hours of the morning.
"I love you".