A/N: This picks up right where chapter 20 left off and is PURE SMUT.
If you are not interested in reading the details of Oliver and Felicity re-connecting as husband and wife in the bedroom, then you can safely skip this chapter.
Consider yourselves warned. :)
Oliver didn't hesitate. He gathered her into his arms, slipping one arm under her legs and lifting her with him as he rose up from the couch.
"I didn't mean that quite so literally," Felicity said with a smile. "I'm perfectly capable of walking up the stairs."
"I don't think so," Oliver protested as he pressed another kiss to her lips.
Felicity's heart was pounding as Oliver carried her up the stairs to their bedroom. She couldn't believe this was really happening. She had dreamed about this more than once. Of course, never in her dreams had she imagined herself pregnant in this particular scenario, but the way that she felt in that moment, the happiness she was experiencing, was exactly what she'd imagined.
Pulling back the covers with one hand, Oliver lay her gently on the bed. Pulling off his shirt, and tossing it behind him, he came to lie beside her, once again capturing her lips with his own. Felicity ran her hands along the ridges of muscle and scar tissue that littered his back, holding him close to her. Still, it wasn't enough, she needed more contact. Wrapping her arms around Oliver and using him to pull herself up to a sitting position, Felicity reached behind to the zipper of her dress.
"Let me," Oliver whispered, placing his hand over hers.
Felicity allowed Oliver to draw down the zipper and shifted so that he could lift the dress up over her head. For a moment, Felicity felt self conscious in just her bra and panties, well aware of her round figure. Rationally she knew it wasn't the first time that Oliver would see her naked, and yet it still felt that way. All of her worries washed away, however, when she met his gaze.
The look on his face was one of pure adoration. Oliver loved her; there was no doubt of that. His eyes raked over her, pausing at the swell of her stomach. Tenderly, he lay her back down, placing a hand on either side of her body, before lightly peppering her stomach with kisses.
Felicity carded her hands through Oliver's hair, as he continued to lay kisses along her body, working his way up from her stomach to her breasts. Reaching one hand behind her back, he unclasped her bra, drawing it down her arms and tossing it to the side, releasing her swollen breasts.
It was as if an electric shock coursed through Felicity as he closed his mouth around one rosy nipple. Her breasts had never been this sensitive before. She gasped as he sucked gently, arching her back towards him. He smiled up at her, before moved to lavish the same attention on her other breast. Felicity felt like she could come from his mouth on her breasts alone, feeling the wetness pool between her legs.
She closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation, her hips lifting, seeking friction against Oliver's body. She felt the pressure begin to build until Oliver sucked a little too hard on her overly sensitive nipple, and she hissed in pain.
Immediately he pulled back. "Are you okay?" he asked, brows furrowed.
Felicity nodded. "Just a little sensitive, that's all."
"We can stop," Oliver said, pulling back.
"Don't you dare," Felicity replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back on top of her.
As she kissed him, Felicity allowed her hands to wander further down Oliver's back, one hand slipping into his pants to cup his ass. God, how she loved his ass. She tugged him closer still, his hard length pressing against her clit, providing the friction she craved. Still, it wasn't enough. Felicity reached for the buckle of his pants, but was too flustered to be very effective.
"Eager, are we?" Oliver teased, reaching down to help.
"Maybe," Felicity replied, biting her lower lip.
Oliver made quick work of his pants and boxers, before focusing his attention back on Felicity. He kissed his way back down her body, taking a hold of her panties, and slipping them off. He continued to place slow, open mouthed kisses down her inner thighs, and Felicity's hips bucked as his hot breath blew across her sensitive clit. He touched, and sucked, and nibbled everywhere but where she wanted him most, taking his time to tease her, heightening her pleasure and tormenting her at the same time.
"Oliver, please," she pleaded.
"What?" he asked, looking up at her from between her legs, a cocky smile on his face.
"I need-" she began, her breath quickening.
"What?" he asked, placing a soft kiss just inches from where she wanted him most.
"Oliver," she groaned.
His rough hands spread her legs further as he finally gave in, his tongue slowly licking along her wet slit. Her hands fisted in the fabric of the sheets as he sucked gently on her swollen clit. In no time at all, he brought her to the brink with his lips and tongue. He placed one hand on her hip, steadying her as he crooked one finger inside her, closing his lips around her clit once more. That was all it took, and Felicity was falling over the edge, her body trembling, her vision going white. She couldn't remember the last time she'd orgasmed this easily. It was as though he knew exactly what she needed.
Oliver continued to lap at her, using his tongue to soothe her through the ripples of her orgasm. As she began to come back to herself, Oliver crawled up alongside her body, pulling her into his embrace, and stroking her face reverently.
"God, you are so beautiful," he told her.
Felicity blushed.
Cupping her face, Oliver drew closer to her, capturing his lips with his own. She could taste herself on his tongue, which only fueled her desire.
Taking control, Felicity gently pushed Oliver onto his back, maneuvering herself so that she was straddling him as she had on the couch. Only this time, there were no barriers between them. Felicity could feel his cock, hot and hard, pressed against the underside of her belly. Felicity met his eyes, as she took him in her hand, and began to stroke him. His gaze was intense, his eyes not wavering from hers, even as he bucked his hips and clenched his jaw in response to her ministrations.
"Felicity," he practically growled, his hands running up her sides to cup her full breasts.
As he grazed his thumb across her nipple, Felicity could wait no longer. She lifted up onto her knees, bringing him to where she wanted him most. She rolled her hips, allowing just the tip of his cock to slide along her wet folds, before slowly sinking down, taking in his hard length. She allowed her eyes to close and her head to fall back as she revelled in the sensation of him deep inside her.
She rolled her hips again, grinding against him, but as Oliver gripped her hips and thrust upwards, penetrating deeper, she let out a small gasp of pain.
"Too much?" he asked, stilling his movements.
Felicity nodded, "I'm sorry."
He gave her a small smile. "Nothing to apologize for. Let's try something else."
He lifted her off of him, and Felicity moaned at the loss of contact. He rolled her onto her left side, wrapping his body around her from behind. Bringing one arm under her right thigh, he lifted her bent leg up, as he thrust back into her.
"Oh," she breathed.
"Is that a good 'oh'?" he whispered, his lips against her ear.
Felicity nodded. "Very."
Although the penetration wasn't quite as deep from this position, with each thrust, Oliver hit just the right spot inside her, quickly bringing her closer and closer to another climax.
Oliver kissed along her neck, nibbling at her ear. "You feel so good Felicity," he whispered in her ear, his voice low and rumbling. "I love you so much."
"Mmm," she murmured, leaning her head back against his shoulder. She felt overwhelmed both physically and emotionally, her whole body tingling in response to his words. She wanted to return the sentiment, to express all that she was feeling in that moment, the surge of love, and the sense of connection but all she could manage was a breathy "love you."
He began to speed up his thrusts and she knew that he was getting close. The pressure was building for her as well, so when he brought his thumb down to rub at her clit, it only took a couple of thrusts for her to climax again, rocking her body back against his, and reaching back with her hand to stroke his face. Another few thrusts and he was following, groaning his release.
For a moment everything was still, as they both came down, hearts no longer racing, and their breathing slowing.
"That was nice," Felicity murmured, as Oliver kissed down the length of her neck, and across her shoulder.
"It was," he replied.
Felicity felt the bed shift as Oliver began to roll away from her, and grabbed his hand. "Wait," she whispered, bringing his hand up to her mouth and kissing his palm. "Let's not move yet. This is kind of perfect."
Oliver smiled, snuggling back into her as she took his hand, still in hers, and brought it to rest on the swell of her stomach. Felicity closed her eyes, savouring the feel of her husband wrapped around her. A peaceful feeling settled over her, and she knew that she was right where she needed to be.