This took longer for me to share than I thought it would. Sorry for the delay. I am not quite satisfied with what I've written here, but it's as good as it's going to get right now. I may come back later and tweak it a little.

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If Felicity had known pouring a cup of water over her head, while wearing a white tank top, would make Oliver react so passionately, she would have done it a long time ago. If she had known the spark would ignite into an inferno at the first press of their lips together, she'd have thrown herself into his arms several months ago.

She trembled when he nipped her lower lip. Gasped when he gripped her ass and grinded their hips together. Went weak in the knees when he palmed her breasts through her wet shirt. Almost came when he ran his tongue from her neck to her shoulder.

Pushing him back slightly, she reached down to lift her shirt off. "Off now," was all she could manage to say. She wanted to feel her bare body pressed against his. Oliver stopped her from pulling the shirt over her head. Instead, he replaced her hands with his own.

"Let me," he demanded.

She watched his blue eyes darken as he slowly pushed her tank top up. His fingers grazed along her sides, sending zings of delight through her body. When he came to her breasts, he took a moment to admire how delicious they looked in her bra. Her breath caught in her throat, all her focus on what he was doing.

Finally her shirt was off. She stood before him in a sheer bra and shorts. "Touch me," she pleaded with him. "I need you to touch me."

He quickly obliged. His hand came out and brushed the strap of her bra off her shoulder, doing the same with the other. Stepping closer to her, he reached around and unsnapped her bra. It quickly fell from her arms and to the floor. Finally she could feel the hardness of his chest against the softness of her breasts. All pretenses of taking the moment slow flew away at their first skin to skin contact.

Oliver stepped back for a moment to take off his jacket and throw it to the floor. He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and tugged her bottom lip before diving in. This kiss was different from their first. There was intent. They both knew where this kiss was leading.

She ran her hands up and down his back, reveling in the feel of his muscles. He groaned at her touch and deepened the kiss. Every part of her felt like it was on fire. Sweat trickled down both their bodies and their breaths became more erratic as their excitement grew.

Oliver broke away from her lips and began placing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, across her clavicle and paused at her breasts. Felicity looked down at him just as he took his first taste of her nipples. Her hands came up and gripped his head closer. This was perhaps one of the most erotic moments of her life. His eyes never left her face as he gauged her reaction to each nip, lick and squeeze. Despite wanting to close her eyes because of the sheer pleasure of his hot mouth on her breast, she couldn't look away from him. The adoration in his eyes intensified her need.

"Oh my gosh Oliver," she moaned. She could feel the fluttering of a orgasm building. Heat shot from her breasts to her center, winding her tighter and tighter. "Yes," she sobbed.

Oliver could feel his control slipping. With each moan from her, he wanted to lower her to the bare floor and make love to her until neither could move. If she came, from just his lips on her breasts, he'd snap. He'd wanted her for too long to believe he could have any kind of control.

Reaching down, Oliver unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. His hand quickly dived into her shorts and found her hot and wet just for him. He cupped her, causing a low moan to tumble from between her lips. He growled low in his throat as he pushed aside her panties and circled around her clit. His mouth at her breasts and his finger at her clit sent her tumbling over into the inferno.

Felicity's entire body shook as she clung to Oliver. Beams of pleasure shot through her body, blinding her to anything but the ecstasy she was feeling. Her cries echoed off the walls of the foundry and her nails left crescent shapes on his arms.

When her mind cleared a couple of minutes later, she found herself laying on the couch, naked, with an equally naked Oliver braced above her. Shocked by how hard she came just from the touch of his hand, she blurted out, "I think you've ruined me for any other man."

A satisfied grin flashed across his face. "Good."

She rolled her eyes and shoved his shoulder lightly in response. "Of course you would say that."

Oliver settled himself between her widening legs and ran his index finger down the side of her face. "You've already ruined every other woman for me," he told her.

Her eyes widened at his unexpected confession. Was he serious?

Oliver rested his head against her neck and took in a deep breath. "No one can ever smell as intoxicating as you."

He trailed his hands up and down her sides. "No other woman has skin that feels like silk."

Looking back up at her, he told her, "And none of them taste as sweet."

He plundered her mouth with his tongue relishing her sweet taste. Felicity's arms came up and tightened around his back. Her legs widened to accommodate his larger frame. She was desperate for him once again. However, this time she wanted him deep inside of her as they both reached nirvana together.

"I need you Oliver," she moaned into his mouth. She could feel him, hot and hard, teasing her and making her burn even hotter.

Oliver trailed kisses from her lips down to her neck. He nipped at her pulse, which was beating wildly, before making his way back up to her lips. He lightly licked her bottom lip before closing the distance between them. As their tongues entwined, he sank into her until he was fully seated in her wet heat. They both cried out at finally being joined together.

He broke their kiss and asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head. "Please," she pleaded. Her body was so tense with need that she felt like she was about to snap. She needed him.

Oliver knew what she needed. He gripped her waist as he gave a sharp snap of his hips, plunging into her, causing her to cry out as fire shot to her center. "Is this what you need?" He pounded into her again, again and again. Their bodies moved in sync as they made love to one another. And it was making love. Not just sex. Not just an itch that needed to be scratched. Love.

"You feel so good baby," he groaned. "So good."

Felicity tightened her legs around his waist and gripped his back as reality began to slip away. She was in some pleasure cloud that nothing could penetrate. Throwing her head back, she let out a load moan. Her hips met each of his thrusts as she drew closer and closer to her orgasm.

Oliver pushed up so he could look into her eyes as she came. He hitched her leg up his side and increased his pace. He could feel the sweat rolling down his back and chest as he brought their bodies together over and over. All that could be heard were their harsh breaths and moans and the slapping of their bodies together. He was so close and so was she.

Felicity cried out when he reached down and circled her clit. With two more strokes, she came. A scream escaped her lips as pleasure exploded throughout her body. Wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her body and she wasn't sure if she would survive it.

Oliver shouted as he came. He gripped her hips tightly and held her close as fire raced through his veins. Never had anything been this good. As his body shook with ecstasy, every ounce of strength left him. Before he could fall onto Felicity, he turned them around until he was laying on his back and she was on top of him.

They both layed there for a few moments to catch their breaths. Felicity was at a loss for words; a first in some time. Sex had always been sex. Enjoyable but nothing to go crazy about. Previously, she found more pleasure in pleasing herself than with an actual guy. Oliver...he...he knew what he was doing! He touched, tasted and just found every single pleasure point on her body. She really hoped this wasn't a one time thing because she didn't think she'd ever be able to sleep with another man.

Oliver ran his hand up and down her smooth back. He could tell she was having some sort of internal conversation. He was happy to lay there holding her and watching the different expressions on her face.

"Felicity," he said, running a hand through her silky hair, "What are you thinking so hard about?"

She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him. "That was really good."

He chuckled, loving how honest she was. "Just good?"

She rolled her eyes. "I said REALLY good."

His hands traveled down her back to pat her backside. "I was going for mind-blowing."

"Really?" She asked, her blue eyes sparkling, as she brushed a kiss on his chest.

He groaned. As much as he wanted to go another round, it was still hot and a bed would be more comfortable. Plus, he didn't want Digg to find them naked on the couch. He wouldn't say anything to Felicity, but Oliver would never hear the end of it. "How about we get dressed and race back to your place on my bike?"

She perked up. "I have air. Wonderful cold air. And a bed." A smirk appeared on her face. "It's queen size."

Felicity rolled off of Oliver and started gathering her still wet clothes. She didn't bother putting on her bra and panties since she was sure they'd be off as soon as they got through her front door. Slipping on her shorts, she turned around and faced Oliver. He was still laying on the couch, gloriously naked, and enjoying the view.

"Ready?" She asked.

He nodded his head. Thank goodness for this heat wave because he was ready for a lot more than just a one night stand. Watching her stumble slightly as she slipped her shirt over her head, he knew he wanted a lifetime with her.