Notes:
Here we are, the promised smut. Enjoy!
But if smut is not your thing note that this chapter is nothing but sexy times and there's no plot advancement at all, so if you want to skip over it, I have no objection.
She leads him to the bed, caught up in her own confidence. This, at least, she knows she can do, and really, it's only repeating something they've already done.
Not nearly as terrifying as doing it for the first time.
His hands wrap around her waist and his mouth moves along her shoulders, nudging the thick straps of the dress out of the way.
She can feel the heat coming off the skin of his bare chest behind her and he pulls her back so she's pressed against him and his hand comes up to slip the dress strap off her right shoulder.
She gasps as she feels his teeth bite down just where the strap was.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he says between nips. "Been thinking about what I did, what I want to do to you. For you. With you."
"And?"
"Everything," he says. "I want to do everything."
One of his hands is splayed open on her abdomen, the other drops to her thigh and starts gathering the materiel of her dress, raising the hem, one handful at a time.
And then he bites her shoulder again and she lets her head fall back against his shoulder.
It's slow build and instant gratification all at once. She's on fire from his mouth on her shoulder, and the soft material brushing against her legs as he slowly lifts it is tantalisingly teasing.
Finally the dress is high enough and he slips his hand under the material to stroke the top of her thigh.
"I can't decide," he whispers in her ear, "if I want to take this dress off you or not."
His fingertips find the edge of her underwear and stroke across it.
"I like the idea of touching you under this dress," he says, "teasing you until you come, and then every time you wear this dress you'll remember."
"Whether I'm wearing the dress or not," she says, "I'm going to remember. I can pretty much guarantee that."
He chuckles and his hand slips inside her panties and strokes.
"Oliver," she moans, and his thumb finds her clit and she groans.
His hand on her abdomen shifts up to cup one breast through the dress, his fingers teasing her nipple erect then gently pinching it.
She shudders. She can feel his erection pressed into her ass and she wants to turn, reach for him, touch him. But she also doesn't want to move at all.
Her arms hang loose by her sides, her hands open and close, looking for something to hold onto. She shivers at his touch.
"I like seeing you this way," he says and he slips a finger inside her, his thumb still drawing lazy circles around her clit.
She moans and his mouth latches onto the side of her neck, sucking a hickey into her skin.
"Mine," he whispers, "my wife, my Felicity."
He adds a second finger and presses down on her clit and she's babbling, her mouth making noises very far from words.
"My Felicity," he says again and he does, something, she's not sure what, because suddenly she's coming, her mouth open and keening, her entire body responding to his touch as if they've been together for years and he knows all the tricks.
He eases her though the orgasm with his hand, then lets the bunched up material of her dress fall back down to the ground.
He lets go and steps back and she sags a little without his hands to hold her up and then his fingers are on her back, pulling the long zip down and urging the material off her shoulder so it falls into a pool of velvet at her feet.
She stands there in her underwear, her skin flushed, her body still coming down from her release and his hands ghost over the skin of her back and sides, newly revealed to him.
She gathers her wits and turns to see a very smug look on his face.
"Proud of yourself?" She teases.
"Oh, I intend to be," he says and she steps in, pressing her chest to his and wrapping her arms around his neck.
His hands take hold of her hips and he lifts her and she wraps her legs around him and grinds her soaked underwear against his crotch.
She kisses him, running her hands through his short hair and scratching at his back.
He makes a noise not unlike a growl and then steps forward and lays her down on the bed.
She keeps her legs wrapped around him and he braces his weight on his arms over her and finally, finally they're wrapped in each other's arms in a bed.
Felicity feels like she's been waiting for this moment for a long time.
She tightens her legs around him, pulling his hips down so she can feel the cold metal of his belt buckle press into the sensitive skin of her abdomen.
His hair under her hand is still a little damp and she scratches her nails across his scalp and he deepens their kiss.
She's breathless and panting, and she has to break away from his kiss just to take in oxygen and she sees the smug look on his face again and so she pushes at his shoulder and he pulls back to sit on his heels, letting her sit up.
Her legs fall to either side of him and she runs a hand through her hair as she gets her breath back.
He's still wearing his pants - he's still wearing his shoes and socks - so she cocks an eyebrow at him and he takes the hint because his hands immediately go to his belt and start to unbuckle.
She reaches up behind her to undo her bra and then lies down and lifts her hips to shimmy out of her panties.
"Felicity."
She looks up to see Oliver staring at her reverently and she blushes again.
"You're so beautiful," he says. He's just wearing boxer shorts now and the sheer amount of skin (and scars) on display is enough to take her breath away. Again.
"Speak for yourself," she says, intending it as a tease but it comes out in almost a whisper.
And she's not sure if he hears because the next thing she knows is he's there in her arms, naked. One arm bracing his weight while the other hand runs up her body from her knee to her face.
She rolls towards him, hooks her leg over his hip and slides her hands around to run her nails down his back and then his hand is on her ass, pulling her flush against him so his cock is pressing against her sex insistently.
"Condom?"
"I'm on the pill," she says, hesitantly, "and I'm tested."
"Me too," he says and something in her face must show because he snorts in amusement. "Full medical work up post-island," he clarifies, "and I've been careful since then."
She nods.
"So," he says, "no condom?"
"No condom," she confirms and she shifts her hips and slides down and then he's inside her.
His eyes flutter closed and this isn't the best angle for either of them but it's incredibly intimate - lying on their sides, pressed into each other, skin to skin from toe to shoulder.
She bites at his lip and his arms wrap tight around her as he turns onto his back and pulls her with him.
She shifts her legs, going up on her knees above him and then sinks down and the soft sigh he lets out as he's fully sheathed inside her is as much of a turn on as his touch.
"Felicity," he says and he pulls one of her hands to his mouth and kisses her palm while she settles into a slow rhythm above him.
His other hand is on her hip, and she leans back, letting her head fall back and her hair hang loose. The angle pulls her hand from his, and then both his hands are on her, one on her hip, the other squeezing her thigh and she's moving above him, revelling in the feel of him inside her.
He lifts his hips, thrusting up as she sinks down and one of his hands slides across to stroke at her clit and she moans.
She's too sensitive to come again so soon so she takes that hand in hers and lifts it up and then he pulls her down for a kiss, disrupting the rhythm, but that doesn't matter because he's rolling them so she's on her back and he's braced above her and the spread of his chest and shoulders that she's so admired are suddenly right there near her mouth and so she stretches up, wrapping her arms around him as she kisses and licks at his skin and he thrusts home, so much deeper at this angle, and he's lifted one of her knees, pinning it against her chest while he thrusts into her and -
Oh.
Turns out she wasn't too sensitive to come again after all.
She bites down on his shoulder as the orgasm rolls over her and she can feel her entire body tightening and releasing, feel her muscles spasm pleasantly and he's still moving, fucking her through it and she knows - she knows - that if she opens her eyes and looks at his face right now he'll be even smugger then before.
But his pace is increasing, his thrusts becoming ever more frantic and she feels his hand on her knee tighten and she opens her eyes in time to see his own release telegraphed on his face and he grunts and sags, dropping his head down to bury himself in her neck.
She strokes her hands over the muscles in his back. There's still slight tremors running through his body and she wraps herself around him, sliding her knee out from between them so she can hold him close with both her arms and her legs.
And they lie there.
Together.
Joined in the most intimate way possible.
After a minute he raises his head and smiles at her.
"I have very strong feelings, Felicity."
She grins and pecks a kiss to his nose.
"I have very strong feelings too, Oliver."
He kisses her, slow and deep then pulls back, moving to lie on his back beside her.
He opens his arms to her and she moves across the bed, pressing her body up against his and pillowing her head on his chest.
She listens to his heartbeat slow, feels sleep coming to claim her and just before she's about to drift away she thinks of something.
"Do you think," she says softly, "that it was as good as that last night?"
"I think," he says, kissing the top of her head, "that it's going to be as good as that every night from now on. And some of the days too."
She laughs and he chuckles and she can feel the vibration of his laughter under her cheek, and his arms come up around her and she falls asleep, happy in the embrace of her husband.