Hey hi I'm still alive and so is this story, I promise. SO SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPDATE, and thank you so much for being patient with me! I hope you like this chapter; it's a steamy one and I hope it makes up for the 6/7 week wait you've have to endure... I swear I will never go that long without updating again. I hope you like this and feel free to leave me a review! xo, Lauren
The smell of pancakes and the sound of soft singing woke Felicity from her slumber. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes and stretching, she let her body sink into the silky, white bed sheets, pulling them up tightly underneath her chin. Smiling, she closed her eyes again and, just like everyday, inhaled the delicious peace of morning.
Through the slightly parted curtains over the French doors at the other side of the room, bright, beaming sunlight poured into the room, projecting gorgeous light onto everything. Just on the other side of the doors, the city had been awake for hours, the constant hum of traffic and the murmurs of hundreds of conversations all at once an ever-present reminder that as humans we are never alone. Nothing delighted Felicity quite like waking up like this every morning, quiet and safe inside her bed but never far away from the hustle and bustle of the city she'd grown to love with all her heart.
Not too long later, after enjoying a few more moments of peaceful reflection in bed, Felicity stretched again and leaned down to pick up her t-shirt from the floor. Slipping it over her head and then putting on her glasses, she padded across the bedroom and out into the hall.
The kitchen door was open and from her spot in the hall by the top of the stairs, Felicity could now definitely hear Oliver singing to the radio. Knowing Oliver, he'd have been awake for hours already, Felicity thought. By the time she awoke most mornings Oliver had usually already had breakfast, ran 5 miles, lifted weights for an hour and sometimes had even dropped by the office to organise tasks for the day ahead. Smiling to herself at the sound of Oliver's attempt at a high note in a familiar 80s disco classic, Felicity made her way downstairs, tying up her hair as she did so.
As she entered the kitchen, Oliver looked up and beamed at her, something which never failed to make Felicity's heart skip a beat.
"Good morning! I was just about to bring you pancakes," he smiled, gesturing to the table which was decorated with vanilla scented candles and a crisp, white cloth.
"What's the occasion?" Felicity asked, taking a seat at the table which Oliver held out for her.
"There's no occasion, I just like making you breakfast," he replied, matter-of-factly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head as she made herself comfortable.
Taking a seat opposite her, Oliver continued to grin at her as she began to eat her breakfast.
"Okay seriously, what is up with you this morning? You've been grinning ever since I came down and whilst it's absolutely adorable, it's making me nervous,"
"Nothing is up! I'm just excited for your first day at Palmer Tech, that's all! I wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast aaaaand..." Oliver stood up quickly and headed over to the refrigerator. "I made you lunch!" he smiled, producing a sandwich box.
"You made me lunch?" Felicity smiled back, turning to face Oliver and leaning her cheek against the back of the chair.
"Yep, I made you lunch,"
"No one has made me lunch since middle school!" Felicity laughed.
"Well, consider yourself spoiled," Oliver teased.
"Oh, I do," Felicity mumbled, pulling Oliver towards her by the hem of his shirt.
Taking his face in her hands, Felicity pressed a kiss first to Oliver's forehead and then to his lips.
"Thank you," she smiled against his mouth.
"You're welcome," Oliver replied, kissing her back softly.
Felicity slid her hands to the back of his neck and rubbed circles into the top of his spine with her index finger.
"Would it make me a bad boss if I stayed home and made out with you all day instead of going into work?" she mumbled, smiling.
"It would, I'm afraid," Oliver laughed, sweeping a strand of her hair from where it had fallen onto her face.
"I guess I should go get dressed then," Felicity sighed, overdramatically, standing up from the table.
She'd barely taken a step before Oliver's hands were on her hips, pulling her against him.
"I'm sure you have five more minutes," he said against her neck, his voice muffled due to the kisses he was pressing against it.
Felicity sighed audibly and let her arms wind around to Oliver's back, curling his shirt between her fingers as he continued to tease her neck with his mouth. His arms wound around her waist, slipping underneath her camisole to trace the warm, bare skin of her back. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she felt his teeth nip along her collarbones, sliding the strap from her shirt down so it wasn't in the way. His mouth trailed from her right collarbone to her right shoulder, moans escaping her throat as his tongue darted in and out against her skin. She felt his hands slide down her back, glide over her pyjama shorts and then dip underneath their hem, his strong fingers squeezing her ass hard. She was vaguely aware that she had just 40 minutes before she had to be at the office and she tried to will herself to push him back but the feeling of his hands against her was one she could never get enough of. Sliding her own hands back around to his front she rubbed his chest and then gently pulled his face back up from her shoulders to meet her lips again. As their tongues collided, Oliver's hands continued to do wonderful things to her ass and she knew right then that if she didn't stop this now, she'd never get to work on time.
"Oliv... I reall... I have to..." Three attempts at a sentence of objection and she caved against his touch again, her hips pressing into him as he squeezed her behind particularly hard.
An animal-like growl escaped his throat into her mouth as she pushed her hips against him and Felicity was all too aware of how aroused he was. Sliding her hands down his chest again, she continued to move them lower, over his abdomen before they arrived at the waistband of his pyjama pants. She dipped her fingertips under the waistband, dangerously close to his errection before darting them back out again to stroke him over the fabric of his pants. His mouth dropped from hers to nibble her shoulder again, a low moan emerging from his throat that sounded like her name. Moving her hand back up to the waistline of his pants and sliding her fingers underneath the fabric for the second time earned her another moan and the feeling of his teeth sinking into her shoulder hard. Sudden soreness mixed with her desire radiated from where his mouth was and she momentarily forgot her intention, losing herself in one of her favourite sensations; the thin line between pleasure and pain. She moaned his name and leaned into him, reminding her hands of their motive, roaming them down to take hold of his arousal. Beginning to move her hand rhythmically back and forth along his length, his hot breath hitting the skin of her neck in short bursts, Felicity pressed kisses to the taut muscle of his shoulders, feeling his fingers dig into the skin of her lower back as she continued to jerk him off. After a few seconds she used her free hand to intertwine her fingers with his, causing his grip on her skin to loosen just enough for her to kiss her way down his chest to his abdomen, dropping swiftly to her knees as she reached his navel. Uncurling her fingers from around his errection to take hold of the waistband of his pants, Felicity danced her other hand up along his thigh to his hip, using both hands to pull the elastic and slip the fabric down. Once the fabric was out of the way, Felicity's hands moved to grab his ass as she took his length into her mouth, scraping her teeth softly along him as she did so, his fingers tangling in her hair pulling her closer towards him. His moans grew louder as she continued to work his cock with her mouth and before too long he was thrusting deep into her mouth, her lack of gag reflex something she was always increasingly proud of and grateful for. Nothing turned Felicity on like having Oliver fuck her mouth like this; it was a kind of pleasure and desire she could never put into words. She relished in the control she had over him and ached low in her stomach whenever she looked up and saw him gazing down at her as she ran her tongue and lips back and forth along him. Sensing he was close to climax, she leaned back a little, running her tongue along his tip for a few seconds before the tell-tale sign that he was moments away from orgasm started to trickle from it. Taking him wholly in her mouth one more time, her tongue running right the way along the underside of him was all it took for Oliver to come undone and explode in her mouth. His fingers tangled even tighter in her hair as he emptied into her, crying out her name like she was the one who put the stars in the sky. Swallowing hard and lapping up every last drop of his ejaculation, Felicity licked her lips and pressed a soft kiss to his tip again, before sitting back and smiling up at him, her eyes dark and hooded, running her fingers through her blonde locks in what she always hoped was alluring but was never completely sure. She watched his face intently, fascinated by the way he watched her back, his eyes clearly focused on her mouth. She licked her lips again and then ran her tongue along her teeth before turning her angelic smile into a smug and satisfied one. Uncurling her legs from under her, Felicity took hold of the waistband of his pants again and lifted them back up as she stood, rubbing her hands over his ass once more before pressing a kiss to his lips.
"I have to get ready for work," she smiled, confidently, in love with the dazed and slightly hungry look on his face.
Slapping his behind once, Felicity turned on her heels and headed back across the kitchen to the stairs.
She'd only just reached the bottom of the stairs before she felt Oliver's hands on her hips, stopping her in her tracks. He turned her to him and pulled her body against his, slamming their mouths together in a slow and passionate kiss.
"You are fucking amazing," he mumbled against her mouth after a minute or two of uninterrupted kissing.
"I knoooow, and I am also going to be fucking late for work if you don't let me go," she laughed with a wink, stretching the word know out for 3 or 4 seconds.
"Just you wait until you get home," Oliver whispered, low and deep into her ear, making Felicity moan softly against cheek.
"I look forward to it," she whispered back, practically skipping up the stairs to get ready for work.