Author's note: I have no excuse... I'm so sorry! But it is well worth the wait... Mostly all smut so NSFW! Enjoy and as always please review!
Special thanks to my beta warehouseluver13 for all your great words of advise!
Disclosure: I own nothing of Arrow or it would already be back on!
A new kind of nervous energy filled him. This would be the first time Oliver was bringing Felicity home to his own place. It was the first time he was bringing any girl home to his own place. He knew it was still quite early in the process, hell he only had a bed, a nightstand and a lamp in the entire place, but the thought of spending his first night in his new penthouse loft with the beautiful woman next to him already had him excited. And the thought that hopefully they would not be dressed or asleep for most of the evening had him half hard for her already. Shifting next to her in the elevator, he tried to make some more room in his pants while still looking calm and collected.
When the bell rang, indicating they had made it to his floor, he felt his heart stop. This was it. No turning back now. So he looped his arm around Felicity, allowing his hand to press into the warm skin found just above her supple ass. He couldn't wait to explore that skin and hear her mewl as he caressed and teased it with his lips. They reached his door and he swiftly unlocked it as he felt Felicity's hand slide underneath his jacket and start to play with his suspender she found there. She had been doing so for most of the ride home and a few times during the night. If he wasn't mistaken, he thought she may have an attraction to the piece of accessory, a fascination he would gladly indulge in with her.
He opened the door and they stepped into the darkened foyer and living space. The loft was an open floor design, allowing him to see every inch of the space from the front door. Every inch except the bedrooms and bathrooms. There were 2 bedrooms and 2 baths in total not to mention a private balcony and rooftop access. The main area had floor to ceiling windows making up one wall that help flood the space in natural light. Right now it was bathing the loft in moonlight which was dancing across Felicity's soft skin; making her even more desirable to him. He had loved and lusted after this woman for months and now that they were here, he felt his pulse pick up. What if he read the signs wrong? What if she wasn't ready? He hoped she was because he was done waiting.
"Wow! This place is… empty. Where are we?" Felicity asked as she stepped further into the space, sliding down and draping her shawl over her arm so that she was more comfortable.
"My new place. Signed the lease yesterday. Now just have to go shopping for all new furniture to fill it."
Felicity turned to see Oliver studying her, as if attempting to read her thoughts on the news. "Your new place? Oliver, that's great but… you didn't… I um… I need to know you didn't do this because of me. Because of the fight with your mother. I can't and won't get between you and your family."
Oliver stepped up to Felicity, placing his hands softly on her upper arms to soothe her. "Felicity, I can't say I didn't do this because of you. But it's not for the reasons you think. Being with you, seeing the man I am with you, I like who I am. I feel like I can do anything and if I fail at it, you'll be there to help me figure it out. Everyone who matters to me sees it. My mother just refuses to believe it. I didn't move out because of the fight she and I are having. I moved out so I could finally start to live my life for me. How I want to live. I'm 24 years old and ready to be able to come home from a date with my remarkable and gorgeous girlfriend and not have to worry who is awake and will see us. I want to be able to have quiet moments at home without my family busting in on us." Oliver cupped her cheek as he smiled softly into her gaze and let his thumb trace over her cheek bone. "It was time for me to get my own place. Being with you just made me realize that I could handle it and that I was ready for all this."
"As long as you're sure." Felicity added cautiously.
Oliver chuckled quietly, as if the empty room would magnify it. "I'm sure. I'm now a couple blocks from QC and still only about a 15 minute drive to class. This is one of the best buildings in this part of town and the security system is state of the art. They have a doorman 24/7 as well as a gym here. And everyone and everything is screened before coming upstairs so it's safe from the paparazzi. I have a full kitchen, living space, private balcony out there," Oliver pointed out, just past the wall of windows, to the sleek balcony that showcased the view of the city perfectly. "There are two bedrooms here so if Speedy ever wants to stay over, or Tommy needs a place to crash after a late night, I'll have it here. And two bathrooms. Plus a rooftop pool that is private access just for me. It'll look a lot better once I get some furniture but… I like it. What do you think?"
Felicity looked around again and smiled. She could see Oliver making this space his own and, although it was empty and bare, she felt welcomed and a warmth here. "I think you're right. It definitely needs furniture but it can really be a home for you."
Oliver was over the moon that she was pleased with his place. He had been a bit nervous about it; thinking she may not like the size or over the top opulence of it. He was well used to the richer and wealthy side of his life but Felicity was just discovering that part and he didn't want to throw it in her face either. "Good. I'm glad you like it. I want you to like being here."
"Oliver, I loved being around you. We could be at my place, yours or the mansion or a hotel. I don't care." Felicity stepped closer to him so that she was pressed against him tightly and allowed her hands to slip back under his jacket and tease the muscles under his shirt as she toyed with his suspenders. "I just need you." Oliver's eyes darkened three shades when the words slipped out of her lips and it took her a moment to realize what she was saying. "And by need you I mean need to be near you. Dressed… or… you know… maybe not all the time. But spending time with you. That's what I like. I like that a lot and we can do that anywhere. Well not everything we like to do while spending time. I'm sure that Thea would kill us if she busts us making out again."
"Felicity,"
"Yeah?"
"Stop talking." Oliver whispered but his voice was so low and deep it sounded almost like a growl. Felicity went to agree with him when his lips crashed with hers and she melted into him, allowing him to pull her even more into him which seemed impossible but was done.
Felicity moaned as she felt one of Oliver's hands grasp at the back of her head, easing and turning her to deepen the kiss. Her lips opened to welcome him when she felt his tongue dance across them, seeking out a warmth he had been desiring all night long. As the kiss deepened, Oliver's free hand found its way around her and into the opening on the back of her dress, slipping over her ass and grasping at it as if it would help lock her into this moment. Felicity slipped her hands up Oliver's chest, tracing the muscles with her nails, and wrapped them around his neck. One hand ventured north to twist and claw into his scalp while the other slinked down his back and grasped at the jacket she found there, balling the expensive fabric into her fist. She used the placement of her hands to pull herself even closer to his lips, the need to taste him increasing tenfold as she felt his tongue dance and combat with her own.
She pulled his head down further to meet her and groaned when they couldn't get close enough. She pulled away, still feeling Oliver's lips chase after her and settle for nibbling on her lips, chin and jaw then start down the long column of her neck. "Oliver… Oliver, this feels… great and all… but we need to stop."
"Stop?" Oliver's head popped up, confusion dripping from every inch of him. He was so turned on that the idea of stopping now seemed to physically hurt. Could she really not be ready for this? Oliver would respect her wishes but it seemed like she was sending all the right messages to him so he wasn't sure what he missed or mixed up.
"Kinda hard to do what we want to with no furniture or blankets or even a rug, Oliver." Felicity giggled while blushing just a bit and simultaneously driving Oliver crazy.
Oliver could see her skin flush across her chest and how the soft red tint dipped below the neckline of the gown and teased him; drawing his eyes to what he couldn't see but desperately wanted to.
"So if you want to go back to my place…" Felicity asked, letting it die off with the open invite.
Oliver seemed to finally catch all that Felicity had said because the hand that was still in her dress and gripping on her ass, so hard she was sure she would have bruises, pulled her back into him and was joined on the outside of the dress by his other. Before she could ask, Oliver had bent slightly and lifted her up into the air, pinning her against his chest so that her feet were just inches off the floor. "Oh trust me I have all that covered." Oliver turned and moved towards the back of the loft, where the bedrooms were located.
Never letting her feet touch the floor, Oliver kissed her deeply as he held her close and he reached out to open the door to his bedroom. He walked into the room and kicked the door shut; the slam filling the space moments later. He stepped towards his bed and let Felicity's body slip down his, letting her take in everything that he was and how he felt against her.
When her feet met the floor, he stepped back just enough to turn her so that she was looking over the brand new bedroom set he had purchased just that morning. "I went out this morning and started shopping. I'm tired of sleeping in that hotel and I wanted my first night in my home to be comfortable for us both." Oliver whispered as he ran his nose up the side of Felicity's neck, his hands resting on her hips and locking her against him again so that her full back was pressed into his chest.
"It's a beautiful bed, Oliver." Felicity noted as she held her hand out just enough to run it over the duvet on top of the bed.
"Felicity, if you want to stop all you have to do is say so. I don't want to push you too far too fast. I want this but I want you in my life more. If you're not ready…"
Oliver never gets the chance to finish. Felicity turned her head to glance back at him over her shoulder then pulled him down to meet her lips. As soon as they lips touched, all the heat from the previous kiss was back. It was like all the kissing and making out these last couple weeks had lead to this. Neither was willing to deny their desires anymore.
Felicity's arm snakes up and around Oliver's head as he devoured her lips, her hips pressing harder into him and pulling a groan from deep within him. So deep she could feel it vibrate up her spine. She moaned and opened her mouth, allowing Oliver to slip his tongue inside and taste her, twirling around her tongue. Oliver's fingers dug into her hips with sweet pain that was just this side of pleasurable and bruising. She felt as he pressed deeper into her, drawing a moan from her again.
Oliver traced his hands up her side as he released her lips and started to move down her neck, savouring the quiet hiss that escaped her as he found a sensitive spot along the base of her neck. Soon his hands were wrapped around the decorative beaded edging of her dress top as it sculpted along her chest under her arms.
"Felicity." Oliver panted as if asking permission to go further. Felicity could hear all the lust and desire and emotion in those simple few syllables as he whispered them next to her ear and swallowed hard at the feelings that washed over her. All she could do was nodded in response.
Oliver allowed his hands to circle back around to the strap that laid across her back and showcased her strong shoulders perfectly. His fingers softly slipped beneath it and he felt a shiver run down her back as the warmth of newly found skin met his touch. He lowered his lips back to find her sensitive spot on her neck as he flicked open the strap, freeing the encased skin below it. His hands slipped into the front of the dress around her waist, helping the fabric pull away from the skin and fall down. Felicity's arms fell to her side as she felt the fabric loosen and start to slip slowly down her skin, the beaded sleeves falling down with it.
Soon her chest was free of any barriers and Oliver spun her to look at her. He was finally able to see the form that had teased him for weeks, months, in its true state and he felt his cock throb and thicken in his pants. He wanted to savour this moment. Remember it for years to come. Live in it forever. But he needed more. To see her completely. Oliver locked his lips to hers again, unable to let them slip away for too long, as his hands danced along her back.
Felicity melted into his kiss again, getting drunk on the taste of his lips. She clawed at his jacket and shirt, needed to feel more of him. More skin. More heat. Oliver grunted as he pushed and pulled the jacket off his back and throw it to the floor, quickly forgotten for more favorable touches. Oliver reached up and yanked away his bow tie, needing the all restraints around his skin removed quickly. Felicity let her fingers glide back up his chest, stopping to toy with the muscles she found and his suspenders as she reached up to his neck. Once there, she slowly started to unbutton his shirt, inching further down his chest. When she had a few free, she pulled her lips from his and pressed them into the collar of his shirt. She let her lips nip and drag across his skin, her tongue peeking out and lapping at it from time to time as well. She continued this as she freed his broad chest of its barrier.
Oliver's head fell back as he relished in the feel of her delighting in his skin and taste. His hands had stopped and had found a perch along her hips and ass. When Felicity pulled his shirt down his arms and he felt her nails claw into the corded muscles down them as she liberated them from the article of clothing, a deep growl permeated from within him. She was driving him crazy slowly and he never wanted to be sane again.
Soon he felt the shirt hit the floor and the suspenders, she had toyed with all night long, were hanging from his waistline. Her eyes danced over the multitude of slopes and valleys his muscles made across his chest. She purred a moan that had Oliver's cock jumping in his pants, as her tongue peeked out her mouth and traced along her upper lip. Her hands skated up and down his form and he fought to keep his control. She was maddening but so perfect.
Oliver pressed his forehead to hers, panting into the small space between them and feeling it warm instantly. He didn't know if she was as affected as he was, if it was as intense for her, but when he pulled back and looked in her eyes he found his answer there. Writing so simply that anyone could see it. She wanted him. Now. Oliver cupped her face and smashed his lips into hers, the time for gentle long passed.
Felicity felt the passion drip from his lips and answered it with her own. She slipped her hands down behind her and released the small zipper that had the dress clinging to her hips. As soon as it was open, the dress softly pooled around her ankles, leaving her pressed against Oliver in nothing but her heels, the jewelry Thea had leant her, and her stockings, garter, and lace panties.
Oliver felt the fabric drop against his pants but was occupied with the kiss. When he pulled back for air, he glanced down and felt time stop. Felicity was beautiful. Half naked and delicate looking in nothing but her lingerie. He felt a strong urge to protect her flood over him. He needed to be the only man to ever see this woman like this again. He wanted to be that man for her.
As he stared, a flash of insecurity crashed over Felicity and she started to cover herself. A blush flood her cheeks and down her neck and chest. She bowed her head down, not wanting to see the disappointment in Oliver's eyes. She knew he had been with much better looking women in his past and she would seem just ordinary compared to that. She had hoped that it wouldn't matter but she couldn't hide from her own thoughts. The voices in her head reminding her of just how much she would never measure up to the women of his past.
"Felicity?" Oliver's tone was laced in concern at the shift in the mood between them. "Baby, what's wrong?"
Felicity could only shake her head, not trusting her voice at that moment.
Oliver placed his finger under her chin, pulling it up to force her to look at him. Her eyes were closed but he could see how she was trying to hide away from him, her body folding and turning into itself. "Look at me. Please?"
It was the "please" that break her resolve. Felicity peered out from behind her eyelids, cautious of what she would find. She was greeted with a soft gaze and a touch that warmed her heart.
"Whatever you are thinking… you're wrong. You are so beautiful and perfect. I can't believe you are here with me. Chose me. So don't worry about anything. You are so stunning, Felicity, and that will never change to me." Oliver cupped her cheek and pressed his forehead to hers, knowing the moment was a big one for them both. Oliver had never shown complete vulnerability before to a girl in moments like this. Usually he used them as an escape, a way to find a bit of pleasure in his very demanding and messed up life. But Felicity was different and he wanted to show her that. "If you still want to…"
Before he could finish his train of thought, Felicity surged up into his embrace. Desperate for more from him. She pressed hold into his chest, feeling the heat of skin against her breasts for the first time. That heat drove a new sensual purr from her that died on Oliver's lips.
Oliver wrapped her up in his arms and twisted, turning to lay her down on his bed but not releasing her because he wasn't ready to be away from her. He laid down on top of her, hold his weight on his one arm he had freed and placed up beside her head. Its fingers were started to twist and twine into her long blonde locks, as his lips released hers and started to trek down her body. Felicity keened as she felt his soft kisses and sensual suckling, slight nibbled and sweet lapping. He was slowly drawing her close to an orgasm and he hadn't even touch her yet. Her mind was becoming foggy and hazy for all the best reasons.
"Oliver… Please… I need…" Felicity begged, tempted to push him off of herself and take what she desperately needed. If only she knew what that was.
As if he could read what her mind hadn't fully understand but her body already knew, Oliver lead his hand to her panties and pressed down with just enough pressure to set her off. Felicity's back bowed at his touch and she panted, needing more. Oliver picked up on her body's needs instantly and already had his hand inside her panties, teasing and tempting her outer lips to open for him. She felt the bed shift and soon Oliver was looming over her as he pulled her legs into the air and striped her of her panties. She watched as he carefully maneuvered them down her legs and around her heels, not disturbing the garter belt and stockings she was still wearing. When she sat up to help him take off the final items on her, he stopped her hands. "Leave them." Oliver demanded, his voice so deep and husky that it sent a surge of lust straight to her core.
Felicity sat back and watched as Oliver stood and removed his shoes and the rest of his clothes. He went to the bedside table, in search of something when a frustrated huff left him. "What? What's wrong?" Felicity asked, immediately concerned that he had changed his mind or something had happened.
"I'm gonna kill him." Oliver growled out. He had planned out everything. Made sure that he had everything he needed just in case this night went where he hoped it had. Tommy had teased him all morning about it as they shopped. When Oliver stopped for condoms, Tommy refused to let him have any peace from the jokes and jabs. Oliver didn't care at the time but now he realized why Tommy had made a last minute trip into the bedroom. The brand new box of condoms, Oliver had purchased in hopes for tonight and placed in his bedside table, were gone.
Felicity hadn't heard what Oliver growled out and sat up still concerned. "I… I uh… bought some… Um… protection… just in case tonight ended like this. But I did it while out with Tommy this morning and it seems he thought it would be funny to steal them. I swear I didn't mean for this to happen, Felicity." Oliver's face crumbled as he realized that they both would be unsatisfied tonight.
Felicity realized what Oliver had said and meant and a soft gasp escaped her followed by a sweet little giggle. He had planned for this. Prepared for it. He wanted this night with her. Felicity smiled at that though as she climbed up onto her knees and moved to sit before him. She reached up and cupped his cheek. Seeing the disappointment painted across his face made her heart skip. He really want this night with her. "Oliver, it's okay. Well not okay. Tommy will be getting treated to a horrible trick as payback but we can plan that later. Tonight we have other things to think about. As for us and… this. I'm on the pill and clean. I'm okay with continuing as long as you are too. Clean I mean. Well that and willing."
Oliver had to take a moment to allow his brain to reboot. The thought that she was going to let him take her bare stopped not only his heart but his brain too. When he came back to reality it was as if it all washed over him in a matter of seconds. "Are you sure? I mean I'm clean. And willing. Definitely willing." Oliver looked over her body with a heated hunger in his gaze. "I just don't want you to do anything you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with."
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to, Oliver." Felicity whispered in what she hoped was a sexy tone. She laid back down on the bed and spread her leg open a bit, offering herself to him again. "I'm a big girl Oliver. I can handle it. If you can?"
Oliver's only response was a beastly deep growl as he surged forward to encase her. His body pressed into hers on perfect pairing and he could already feel how ready for him she was as he rolled his hips into her. He was embarrassingly hard and knew he wouldn't be able to drag this out as long as he used to. Not only had it been a long time since he and laid with a woman but the idea of being buried deep inside Felicity without anything between them had his cock painfully throbbing already.
"This won't be… I won't be able to hold of long." Oliver confessed into her sweet and tender eyes.
Felicity just smiled up at him as she cupped his face. Oliver shifted into a better position, his arms coming to rest on either side of her shoulders as his body caged her into the linen covered mattress. "We have all night."
With that, Oliver pressed his lips to hers. One hand slowly moved down to grab his cock and align it with Felicity's entrance. They both sucked in one final shaky breathe then he pushed into her. Felicity pushed her chin into the air as her back arched into Oliver's broad chest, the feeling of him sliding into her wet, warm core robbing her of breath and thought. She moaned deeply and Oliver dropped his head into her neck when he bottomed out in her, needing to hold on tightly to his final grasps of control. Hearing her moans and panting had him on the clasp of the cliff of his own pleasure.
"God Felicity. You feel… so… wet and tight. Damn… Baby." Oliver huffed as his nipped at her neck, drawing more moans from her. He was still, waiting for her to adjust to his size and weight. Soon she wiggled and whimpered, showing him she needed more. He pulled out only to slam back into her. She moaned louder, not caring how she sounded and only concerned with the pleasure she was feeling between her legs. Oliver rolled his hips and dug deeper into her, the new angle allowing him deeper in her. He thrust into her, slow and hard, as she reach closer to her own orgasm. Felicity lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips, opening her up further for him. When Oliver pushed in that time, he growled as he grabbed the linens around them in order to hold off his own climax. He was so close but he needed to feel Felicity cum.
"Let go Baby. Cum for me."
"Oliver!" Felicity mewled as she reached closer. She was right there, on the edge, and just needed one thing to push her over.
Oliver kept thrusting into her, sweat beading on his forehead and slick down his back. Felicity's hands wiped over his back as if she wanted to touch every inch of him at the same time. It was exhilarating and thrilling. His heart was racing as he pumped into her. He had never felt like this during sex. It was like it was his first time all over again. He was nervous and excited all at once. He never wanted to lose that feeling.
"Felicity, you feel so good. I'm so close."
"Ah! Close… so close… Oliver!" Her voice was harsh and rushed and airy. She was bowing into him again, pressing her full body into him. Oliver dropped his head to her chest and sucked the nipple he found there into his mouth, suckling it to bring her a new sensation and level of pleasure underneath him. She screamed out when he bit down slightly, adding a new rush of pleasure to her core. She was panting harder now, her breath hard to catch. Oliver could feel how her walls grasped at his cock and tried to pull him deeper. She tightened around him as she started to flutter.
"That's it, Baby. Cum for me. Cum, Felicity." Oliver whispered into her ear as he nipped and sucked on her earlobe. That sent her over the cliff. She came, writhing under him, as her orgasm passed over her. The added moisture seemed to pull Oliver in easier and deeper. He thrust in a few more times before following her over the cliff of pleasure, her name escaping his lips in a shouted growl. A sound she never wanted to forget.
Oliver collapsed on top of her as she finally came back down and started to gather her breath. He held his weight on his arms to not crush her but she curled beautifully around him as she mewled with pleasure.
"God… Please tell me it will always be like that." Felicity pleaded as she finally was able to gather her senses back.
Oliver chuckled warmly and rolled off of her, a soft whimper leaving her as he pulled out of her. He leaned over and kissed her. "Can't. Next time won't be so fast. I plan on savoring inch after inch of this beautiful and luscious body of yours. For hours and hours."
Felicity swallowed hard as the images of Oliver pleasing her for hours entered her mind. She couldn't fight the grin that the images brought to her and could feel her heart rate pick up again. "I have absolutely no plans for tomorrow. I think we could work something out." Felicity giggled as she watched Oliver climb out of the bed, headed for the bathroom to start cleaning up.
"You, Felicity Smoak, are remarkable." Oliver smiled down at her as he leaned back over the bed and gave her another chaste kiss.
"Thank you for remarking on it."