The remote in his pocket was like a lead weight, they'd spoken to several guests, had their first dance, everyone gave their speeches and they cut the cake but she said no more about it. He knew full well it had to be one of her toys, he discovered her bedside cabinet full of an array of them, saying she hardly used them now she had him. Which of course stroked his ego big time, not that he'd admit that to her. She kept giving him sexy smiles and winks though, all the while his mind raising because she said she was going commando, so what possible thing could this remote control?
It was Felicity's mother, with the insistent joking of Dig and Roy (who was actually wearing a prosthetics mask to conceal his identity from Captain Lance and possible press) that had him finally discovering what the remote controlled.
Felicity was sat on a chair in the middle of the dance floor, as Oliver was to remove the wedding garter from her leg, with only his teeth. He had pushed the skirt of her dress to her knees as he got onto his own and then he delved under it, parting her legs as he kissed up her inner thigh. The guests were cheering as he finally, latched onto the blue frilly material. When he glanced up however he couldn't help but growl, and he knew Felicity had heard him from the way she parted her legs further.
Wrapped around her thighs were purple straps holding in place a purple butterfly pressed against her folds. He moaned as he realised that she wasn't wearing any panties, just the butterfly vibrator to which he had the controls. He pulled his eyes away from her core, and latched his teeth back onto the garter pulling it down roughly. He made sure to cover her up as he came from underneath the dress; he pulled the blue garter over her white sparkly stilettos never breaking eye contact as he stared at her darkening orbs. He pushed the garter into his other tuxedo pocket and then he was prowling towards her as he went in for a searing kiss. The guests cheered and wolf whistled as he pulled away nipping lightly at her lower lip.
"You're a vixen." He whispered into her mouth as their eyes locked.
"You like it baby." She winked. He moaned. "Venus penis 'g spot' vibrator." She replied instantly, his eyes widened slightly.
"Wait g spot? That means..."
"Yep it's got an internal part, not like you... But enough to keep it interesting."
"And I have the controls." She nodded a smirk on her face.
"I'm yours." She whispered into his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed up off the chair. To anyone else they looked like a married couple exchanging a few words, not a kinky wife allowing her new husband the chance to pleasure her from afar. She kissed him softly on the lips, before she span around heading to the bar.
Oliver slipped his hand in his pocket, the music and hum of people making enough noise to drown out any noise from the device strapped to her. He waited until the glass of champagne touched her lips when he hit the pulse button. He watched as her mouth fell open, a drop of champagne running down her chin, she shifted slightly where she stood, and he could see the barman asking if she was okay. She nodded, looking slightly flushed but otherwise intact. He turned it off again. Unable to stop smiling to himself as he could see the small affect it was having on her. He carried it on for the next 30 minutes randomly turning the pulse on and off, whilst she was doing various things. She flushed every time, he could see her shuffling and her eyes darkening further.
He strode over to her, as the food was finally served. They had decided against a sit down meal rather having a buffet, with a variety of foods, from different cultures adorning the room. He took her hand as they served themselves heading for their table; it was just the two of them side by side.
They ate with a little chatter, sharing their food, and Oliver couldn't help himself as he changed the settings on the remote and turned it on. She clamped her lips down on the fork in her mouth, as he watched her eyes flutter closed and her thighs tighten. Her chest was rising and falling a little more rapidly. Then suddenly he turned it off, her eyes shot open as did her mouth. He could see her panting slightly glaring at him. He leant forward whispering in her ear.
"You wanna come baby?" She swallowed nodding slightly. "You wanna come all in that beautiful dress of yours? Have it slick with your juices, cover that pretty little butterfly wrapped between your thighs in all your arousal." She nodded more frantically and he tugged on her industrial piercing she gasped. Then he pulled away slowly.
"Oliver..." She glared at him as he stood up.
"I thought we'd do this with dessert." He winked walking away.
When he came back all the guests were preoccupied with their own food. He slipped back in the seat beside her making sure that the table cloth covered their legs completely.
"Oliver what are you doing?" His hand fell to her knee where he slowly lifted the material up, and he slipped a hand below it, gently caressing her thigh. He fed her a mouthful of the profiterole, and then ate the rest himself. She moaned as his hand played with the straps keeping the butterfly in place.
Suddenly he turned it on, alternating between pulsing and vibrating. He kept on feeding her as his fingers ran up and down the strap. She tried to close her legs but he used his hand to stop her. He placed his hand over the butterfly, feeling it vibrating against him. He ran his thumb near her clit and he nearly choked on the dessert when he felt the antennas of the butterfly vibrating against her. He pushed his thumb against them and she thrust forward mouth open. He placed another profiterole in her mouth.
"Gotta be quiet baby." He whispered as he cupped the butterfly, pushing it further against her. She dropped her head then, the pleasure rocking through her. Oliver could feel the slickness of her juices, leaking around the sides of the butterfly.
It hummed against him as her heard her trying to stifle a moan, be brought another profiterole to her lips, and she bit down hard wrappin her lips around it, her eyes on his. He pulled away from her lips and a droplet of chocolate ran from the corner of her mouth down her chin. He could tell she was close the way her thighs were fluttering, her eyes blown and chest rising and falling rapidly. He leant forward running his tongue from her chin to the corner of her mouth following the trail of chocolate. Then he slammed his lips to hers as he pushed the vibrator further against her throbbing core.
He swallowed her moans the world around them oblivious to the orgasm rocking her body, she wrapped an arm around him deepening the kiss sucking the chocolate from his tongue, as her other hand landed in his lap. She could feel him half hard, and she couldn't help stroking as she rode out her orgasm. His hand around her wrist stopped her, as he pulled their lips apart. He let go of her, turning the butterfly off.
"Unlike you, I won't be able to hide my release." He whispered into her lips. He pecked them once more before he pulled back; removing his hand from under her dress and straightening it back. Her eyes were hazy from the pleasure, her cheeks and chest flushed with a happy smile on her face.
"I love you." She said softly, as he rubbed his fingers in the napkin beside them able to smell her release.
"I love you too and I can't wait to taste you later." She groaned slightly then, turning back towards the guests all completely oblivious.
It was later in the evening, most of the guests had disappeared, all heading home as Oliver and Felicity danced in the middle of the floor.
"Night sweetie!" Her mother called enthusiastically. "Have a great honeymoon and remember between all the fabulous sex to actually get out, and eat." Felicity shook her head as she waved at her mom.
"Donna, sweetheart come on, I think they want to pass the wedding night first." Quentin said trying to usher her out the room.
"Oh... OH! Have fun guys." And with that the two were left swaying to nothing, the staff were gone after Oliver paid them off and all the guests had left.
"So..." He sighed tightening his arms around her waist.
"So?" She asked tilting her head. Slowly his hand went to his pocket where he pulled out the remote.
"I never got to use the highest vibrate setting?"
"Oh..." She said trying not to moan. His thumb was hovering above the button as he was staring down at her. She stopped them then, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do it baby." She said so sultry and in an instant the vibration could be heard. "Oh frack." She moaned as her back arched pushing her chest further into him. She was thrusting helplessly.
"Felicity." He groaned watching her move, instinctively he pushed his leg between hers bending his knee slightly. He groaned loudly as he felt the vibrations against his leg as she rocked against his knee, seeking her release. He kneaded her ass through the material rocking her in time with her movements.
"Oliver! OLIVER!" She screamed his name as her orgasm ripped through her, her whole body shaking and Oliver couldn't help marvel at the look on her face. The way her lips parted, her eyes fluttered closed, her skin was a deep shade of pink, he could feel her dampness through his pants and his own pants felt a lot tighter.
He loved to see her looking so undone, but he desperately wanted to taste her, to thrust into her, to bury himself deep inside her warm core, to fuck her senseless, to make tender love to her, to finger fuck her, to do anything and everything but only for her pleasure, their pleasure. She smiled at him as he turned the vibrator off, her nails clawing through his stubbled jaw.
"I want to rip that thing from you; I want to show you… no I want you to feel how desperately I need you." Her hand ran down his chest brushing against his erection.
"I can see that big boy." She winked squeezing him and he growled.
"Felicity..."
"Good job we have a room here." She said kissing the underside of his jaw. "Take me to bed Oliver." She whispered, he didn't even falter as he scooped her up in his arms walking out the suite to their room opposite.