Thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking with me through this story. Work and life (mainly work) don't give me too much time to update as often as I would like. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I went back and forth with myself over it but finally settled on this version.
Once again, thank you for your reviews and favorites. They are very much appreciated.
Disclaimer: I in no way own Arrow. I just enjoy writing about these two wonderful characters.
The shrill ringing of her alarm startles Felicity awake. She groans, not quite ready to say hello to a new day. Part of that reluctance was due to the man who was pressing light kisses against her neck. She reached over and smacked her alarm, silencing its annoying sound.
"Oliver," she moaned as he ghosts his hands up her back. "I have to get ready for work."
He nibbles her ear, causing a pleasurable shudder to run through her body. "I'm sure your boss will understand if you call in sick."
Turning around until she faces him, she reaches up and brushes her hand against his cheek. "I'm sure he will, since he had such a late night. He might not even be in the office today."
Oliver captures her hand and presses a kiss into her palm. "I can guarantee it."
Felicity chuckles as he rolls her onto her back and settles himself between her legs. She arches her back, relishing the feel of his body against hers. The hours she had fantasized about being this close to him, touching him, pales in comparison to reality. Everything was more. That first time, up against the wall at Verdant, was one of the hottest sexual experiences of her life. The things he did to her body. The way he seemed to imprint himself into her skin until she wasn't sure where either of them began and ended. And his scent! God! When she broke apart, calling his name, his scent surrounded her. When he finally came, shuddering in her arms, calling her name over and over, she'd never felt so connected to another person as she did in that moment.
She kissed him. Just launched herself at him and dived into his mouth. Part of her was floored by her boldness. She didn't do things like this, especially with a guy like Oliver. She was the computer geek. He was the billionaire who also happened to be hot. Frankly, she thought she'd be having fantasies about him forever.
The other part of her was focused on the fact that Oliver was returning the kiss, with a great deal of enthusiasm. Heat pooled to her center as his hands trailed down the curve of her back. The things he could do with his tongue should be celebrated. As he licked into her mouth and devoured her tongue, she knew these kisses were not a means to an end. They were real. They were the entre before desert. She was ready to feast.
She nipped his bottom lip before soothing the sting with the sweep of her tongue. Oliver's hands tightened around her waist, and brought her closer to the heat of his body. A gasp escaped her lips when she felt his erection brush against her center. He felt so good...and so big. Perhaps she would be nervous if lust wasn't clouding her usually sound mind. However, all she could think was how hard and ready he was for her. How she made him so desperate that she could detect the slight tremble in his hands as he ran them up and down her back.
Things quickly escalated from that point. It seemed that one little meeting of his erection and her hot center, detonated their control. Oliver ripped open her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. Acting on impulse, and her deepest fantasies, her hands dived into his pants, wrapping around his hard dick. He broke their kiss and leaned his head against her shoulder as she slowly stroked him. He was smooth, hard and hot all at once. She felt the tremble that went through his body and the hitch in his breathing when she swept her thumb across the head of his dick. After a few more strokes, he reached down and stopped her.
Looking in her eyes, he told her, "As much as I love what you're doing, I want to be inside you when I come."
She gave him one more quick squeeze before letting go. She stepped back slowly, flashing him her best seductive smile. Reaching behind, she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Oliver's eyes zeroed in on her breasts, aching to taste and touch.
Felicity kicked off her shoes and shimmied her way out of her skirt and pink lace underwear. She could feel the blush spreading from her cheeks and to the rest of her body. He brought out a bolder side of her, one she didn't know existed until this moment. Even though she was nervous, standing naked in front of him, she was also so incredibly turned on as his eyes devoured every inch of her.
"Your turn," she told him.
Oliver felt like he was being welcomed home as he slides inside of Felicity. The feel of her around him is one of the most pleasurable experiences of his life. He'd been with more women than he cares to remember. He had even felt more than lust for a couple of them. But none of them made him feel like every question he had in life was answered when he looked into her eyes. Felicity brought light into his life when before all he thought he would ever have was darkness. She saw him, the real him, and still wants to be with him.
He groans as she wraps her legs around his waist and arches closer to him. As he looses himself in the heat of her body, he thinks back to the moment when she first stood before him completely bare.
Oliver wants to trace the path of the blush that envelopes Felicity's body. Starting from her cheeks, down her neck, across her clavicle, to her breasts. Whenever she blushes, he wonders how far that blush reaches. Sometimes he sits at his desk at work and thinks of ways he'd rid her of her blouse to follow that blush. Diggle called him out once after he caught him staring at her. Now, here she was, in front of him, naked in more ways than one.
Eager to feel her naked body against his, he quickly rids himself of his pants and pulls her into his arms. At the feel of her breasts against his chest, they both groan. He runs his hands down the curve of her spine to her delectable ass. She cries out as he rubs his dick against the juncture of her thighs. He wants nothing more than to plunge into her heat and take the pleasure he knew he will find in her arms. Instead, he plunders her mouth with his, fire racing through his veins at the bold touch of her tongue against his. His arms tighten around her, wanting to be closer to her.
Oliver walked Felicity back until her back hit the wall. A surprised gasp escapes from between her lips at the feel of the cold wall against her bare back. Breaking the kiss, he trails kisses across her jaw line, down her neck and to her breast. He pauses for a moment, memorizing the fullness and beauty of her breasts. Reverently, he brushed his thumb across her puckered nipple.
Felicity covers his hand with her own and presses it harder against her chest. She groans and lays her head back against the wall. Leaning forward, Oliver captures her breast in his mouth. Her hands grip his head and pulls him closer as her breathing becomes more erratic. He licks, suckles and nips her breasts until he has her gasping for air and calling his name.
"Oliver please," she cries as she grinds her hot center against his erection. "I need..."
He knows what she needs. He needs her too. He needs to be inside her now. But before he finally makes her his, he has to taste her.
He kisses his way down her body until he came to the juncture of her thighs. Felicity's breath hitches once she realizes what he was going to do. Oliver looks up, locking eyes with her, before leaning forward and sweeping his tongue across her clit. Felicity's eyes roll back and her back arches off the wall as sparks shoot through her body. Gripping her thighs to keep her steady, Oliver begins making love to her with his tongue. He groans at the delicious taste of her. She tastes like the most addictive honey in existence. The fantasies he had didn't compare to her real taste. Her hands grip his hair, pushing him closer, while her right leg rests over his shoulder. Her hips rock back and forth. Her cries of ecstasy grow louder as she draws closer to the edge.
"Oh god Oliver, yes," she shouts. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. Plunging two fingers into her wet heat, he envelopes her clit in his mouth. Her cries of ecstasy spur him on until he has her entire body shaking as she falls apart against his tongue. Her leg tightens around his shoulder as she grips his head closer to her center as fire charges through her veins. She calls his name repeatedly at every flick of his tongue.
Breathing heavily, Felicity loosens her grip from Oliver's hair and drops her leg from his shoulder. He kisses and licks his way up her body, until he reaches her lips again. Without thought, he plunders her mouth again. He draws her tongue into his mouth, emitting a low growl when she slides her tongue along his. Breaking the kiss, he trails kisses across her jaw, up along her cheekbone until he reaches her ear.
"I'm going to make love to you now," he whispers in her ear. "I'm going to enter you so deep, come in you so hard, that you'll never forget the feel of us together."
Felicity wraps her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. She digs her nails into his back causing a hiss of pleasure to escape his lips. Everywhere she touches sends an electrical charge through his body, straight to his cock. He feels pushed beyond his control. He has to have her. Looking into Felicity's eyes, he slowly enters her. He watches as her mouth falls open, releasing a cry of ecstasy. His grip tightens on her waist, nearly blind with need since the first feel of her wet heat. Once he is completely inside her, pelvis to pelvis, he takes a moment to regain some semblance of control. If he didn't, he was going to fuck her into the wall instead of loving her as sweetly as she deserves.
She had other plans.
Felicity captures his earlobe between her lips before breathlessly telling him, "Fuck me Oliver."
That is all he needs to hear her to snap his last bit of control. He pulls out and then slams back into her. "Yes," she cries as he quickly pumps in and out of her. Leaning down, he bites her neck, wanting to mark her as his. She tightens around him, eliciting a deep groan from him. Each rake of her nails down his back deepens his need. Her legs tighten around his waist as she meets him thrust for thrust.
"You feel so good," he tells her. "You're so beautiful."
"Oliver," Felicity moans. "Harder..."
Gripping her waist, he holds her against the wall, as he thrust into her harder and harder.
"Like this baby," he growls into her ear.
"Yes," she cries. She grips him tighter and cries out as each thrust heightens her pleasure. Each thrust is like molten lava flowing through her body. He stretches and fills her, bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Both of their bodies were slick with sweat as they made love against the wall. All that can be heard in the space is the slap of their bodies joining together repeatedly. Oliver leans down and licks her neck, sending a jolt straight to her center. Felicity has a moment, where she teeters on the edge. She doesn't want this exquisite moment to end but knows the tumble will be so very good.
"Come for me baby," Oliver commands as he plunges into her body. A scream is torn from her lips as she tumbles over.
White hot pleasure tears through her body, as her cries ring through the room. She has never felt anything like this, her body overtaken by the feel of him. His delicious scent envelops her as her body explodes with pleasure. Her keening cry triggers Oliver's orgasm. One, two, three more thrusts and he loses himself in her body; in her arms. He shouts her name over and over, his release blinding him to everything but the softness and heat of her body.
Soon their breathing returns to normal. Felicity lets her legs slip from around his waist to the floor. Oliver is still holding her close, his head resting in the crook of her neck. She runs her hands through his hair, content and happy.
Felicity still glows with happiness as she watches Oliver walk to her bathroom from the comfort of her bed. After they both recovered from that first time against the wall, they quickly dressed and rushed to her apartment on his motorcycle. They raced up to her apartment, barely shutting the door before Oliver stripped her of all her clothes and carried her to her bedroom. He laid her on her bed and proceeded to explore every inch of her body before making passionate love to her. Repeatedly. He has incredible stamina and apparently so does she.
Felicity even had the pleasure of exploring his body. Every delectable muscle she'd watch with silent longing for the past couple of years. She took him in her mouth, licked each indent of his abdominal muscles and discovered all his hidden pleasure spots. But even more than how physically close they had grown, it was the moments in between that she cherished even more. They talked. About nothing. About anything. He told her about some of his happier childhood memories. She told him about being a computer nerd. They joked and he found out she was extremely ticklish.
Now it was morning and he was still with her. Last night, she hadn't been sure if he wanted anything beyond one night. Waking up, feeling his kisses against her neck, she knew they were more than one night. They are more than the physical. Watching him walk back into her room, a smile on his face, she knows they are something that ends with happily ever after.
AN: I do have plans for another story starring Oliver and Felicity. When it will make it on here, I'm not sure.