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A/N: This chapter earns the M rating, though I tried to keep it from being too graphic and more sensual/erotic. This was essentially a writing assignment, so I'm actually looking for honest feedback on how well you guys can relate to this, how the emotional aspect of it works, etc. I'd appreciate any and all constructive comments. Also, I'm living in the Middle East right now, and the Internet connection on my compound is rather crappy. I usually try to respond to all reviews, so if I don't reply then it's because of that and I apologize now. I'll try to get to that soon, and I'll be posting updates as often as possible. Thanks for reading!

Part V

Chloe was feeling more than a little self-conscious by the time they got back to the penthouse. The past hour seemed almost like a dream, and she still couldn't quite believe that Oliver had ambushed her date and kissed her senseless at the club earlier. The dark hallway had been like a bubble, a private island all their own, and it felt like he'd kissed her there for hours.

Then he asked her to come home with him. At first she thought she must have misunderstood him, but one look at his eyes assured her she hadn't. She'd never seen anyone look at her with such naked hunger before. The intensity of the moment had been a little scary as she tried to organize her jumbled thoughts, and there hadn't been any time to think. Impulsively she'd agreed because the one thing she was certain of was that she would probably never have a chance like this, and with a man like Oliver, ever again.

They had stopped by her dorm briefly for her to grab an overnight bag, and she threw the Love Stuff products in at Oliver's request. And now they were here alone in his penthouse. Knowing what was about to happen, and who it was about to happen with, made her heart rate kick up and her breathing a little uneven as butterflies danced in her stomach. But Oliver didn't give her too much time for nerves or second thoughts to set in.

In his living room he lifted her against the wall, bringing her to eye level. "So what's your safe word Sullivan?"

His voice was low as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned into her, noses touching, eyes locked together.

Safe word? Oh. She held her breath, eyes falling shut for a moment as he lowered his mouth to her cheek, kissing her softly. When she opened them, she saw a bowl of green apples on the table. "Apples," she whispered a bit unsteadily.

Oliver leaned back to look at her, his mouth quirking up on one side. "My favorite fruit – and appropriate." He lowered his mouth to her jaw, kissing her there, and then moved to her neck. "You smell like apples."

"That's… that's… my body wash. And lotion." They weren't even in his bedroom yet and she was already a quivering mass of nerve endings. She lifted her hands hesitantly, stroking her fingers along the base of his neck.

"I like it," he murmured. "Makes me wonder if you smell like apples everywhere; and it makes me wonder what you taste like." He rocked his hips between her legs suggestively.

Arousal shot through her, and she instinctively tightened her legs at his waist. God, she was so turned on she felt ready to come at any moment. Even without an orgasm, this was already the most erotic encounter she'd ever had.

Oliver lowered her to her feet, leading her by the hand up the stairs and to the back where his bedroom was located. He dropped her bag beside the bed and turned to her, his hands sliding down her arms and then to her hips as he pulled her closer. He kissed her more urgently, and she didn't notice that he had lowered the zipper of her dress until she felt the strap falling off her shoulder.

Chloe pulled back and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down a little. The dim lighting in his bedroom was soft and flattering. It made the moment more surreal, giving her the confidence to continue. Moving away from Oliver, she allowed the dress to fall to the floor. The silky fabric pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it, feeling wanton as the cool air hit her exposed skin.

She kicked off her heels as well before she grasped the front of his shirt, fingers nimbly unfastening the buttons and pushing the material off his shoulders. Her hands moved across his skin slowly as she familiarized herself with his body. And what a body it was, too, every muscle tight and defined. She gave in to the urge to kiss his chest, and she felt him draw in a sharp breath as her tongue touched his skin in a brief caress.

Oliver picked her up, carried her over to the bed and turned away for a moment. She heard him open her bag, apparently searching for something. Then he moved to lie next to her, propping himself up on one arm so he could look at her. Chloe met his gaze even as she felt her cheeks flushing. She was still wearing her bra and panties, and the way he was looking at her made her spine tingle in anticipation.

Running one hand down her torso gently, he skimmed her stomach with the barest brush of his fingertips. She inhaled sharply, gooseflesh rising on her skin. Oliver lowered his head and kissed her neck gently, drawing a whimper from her. He licked the skin beneath her ear and then moved down to bury his face against the curve where neck met shoulder. When he bit down on the sensitive flesh there, Chloe's entire body arched up as she gasped.

His mouth moved back to her ear, teeth scraping her earlobe. "Ever had your G-spot tickled?"

Chloe tried to concentrate on what he was saying. She wasn't sure she even knew where her G-spot was, so she guessed the answer was no. It was something she'd long ago decided must be a sex myth. Unable to form actual words, she shook her head. She opened her eyes to see Oliver lounging beside her on the bed. He was long and lean and golden like something out of a story about long ago warriors. She couldn't believe they were here like this, that he wanted her this way.

She jumped again when his hand drifted almost lazily down her abdomen and between her legs. She moved her thighs further apart in response to his questing fingers. Wanting to touch him too, she reached out to run her hand down the side of his neck and shoulder. But she lost all rational thought when she felt his fingers on her panties. He rubbed her, pressing against her hard, and a wave of desire spread through her core. Her hips moved jerkily in response and suddenly he was kneeling over her, pulling her panties down her legs.

Oliver ran both of his big hands along her sides, her hips, and then to her thighs, hooking them behind her knees. Chloe felt him pulling her closer, the soft material of his jeans feeling strangely erotic as it brushed against her bare skin. When his fingers touched her again, she was startled by the strange sensation of something soft but foreign against her slick flesh. She looked down and saw that one of his fingers was covered in a silicone sleeve. The sleeve had small nodules on it, and the end had soft little silicone tendrils like short tentacles.

Chloe was momentarily distracted when Oliver leaned over her, biting the soft skin of her stomach gently. She moaned, closing her eyes again – and then she felt his finger slide into her. The little nodules stimulated her sensitive flesh, causing her to arch her hips up sharply. But Oliver's other hand pressed down on her pelvis to hold her steady as he began rubbing circles against the little bundle of nerves directly below.

She had never felt anything like the sensations shooting through her core; the dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. Her body moved seemingly of its own accord as it sought release, and she grasped the soft sheets beneath her almost desperately. Oliver kept up a steady rhythm, completely focused on the pleasure he was giving her. She couldn't look away from him, and the only sounds were her small whimpers and pleas for something she couldn't even verbalize. After a few moments he curled his finger up, and she felt a tickling sensation inside in the same place he was rubbing outside. She convulsed within seconds, splintering apart into the kaleidoscope of colors bursting in her brain.

Tears ran down her cheeks as she slowly drifted down. Chloe tried to process what she was feeling, but it was too much and she brought one hand up to cover her eyes. She felt Oliver beside her, arms coming around her to pull her against him. She pressed her face against his chest, her body still shuddering slightly.

"Are you ok?" His voice was rough as he rubbed his hand gently up and down her back.

She couldn't speak, but she swallowed hard and nodded.

"If anything is too much, just tell me to stop," he reminded her.

Chloe sighed. "I've just never felt…" God, how did she even begin to communicate what he'd just made her feel when she had no reference point at all for it?

"You've never felt anything that intense during sex?" Oliver prompted.

She shook her head and made an attempt to lighten the mood. "Don't let it go to your head, though."

He laughed, hugging her to him. "Not my head we need to worry about it going to." He took her hand and pressed it to the bulge in the front of his jeans. "Did it make you feel good?"

"God, yes," she replied, curling her fingers around him.

Oliver drew in a breath and pulled away slightly. Her eyes followed him as he slid the sleeve from his finger and then stood to remove his jeans and boxers. He reached into the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet before moving back onto the bed. He placed the packet on the bed and straddled her, hands covering her breasts. Pulling her up into a sitting position, he unfastened the clasp of her bra and removed it, tossing it to the side.

Chloe fell back against the pillow, lifting her knees up as he covered her body with his. He kissed her hard, and she gripped his arms as their lips parted and came together in a mating dance again and again. She rubbed her hands down his back, scraping her nails against him gently. He pulled back and stared down at her.

"I want to make you feel good," he whispered, the fingers of one hand sliding gently into her hair. He massaged her scalp and kissed her, this time more softly. After a moment he sat up. She watched him tear open the foil packet and slide the condom on quickly. He leaned over her again, rubbing a hand over her cheek. "How long has it been for you?"

Chloe couldn't contain her blush, which was ridiculous after what had just happened. "A few months – close to five, actually," she admitted.

Oliver drew her legs up around his waist, moving against her. "I'll go slowly, ok?"

And he did, entering her so carefully it made her ache with need. Chloe wrapped her arms around him even as his arms moved under her. It hurt a little, but at the same time it felt good, and she made an effort to relax as she adjusted to his presence inside her.

"Still ok?" He moved his hand higher and cupped the back of her neck. He stilled for a moment as he kissed her lips and then the tip of her nose.

"Yeah," Chloe replied softly, tightening her arms around him. She was surprised by how gentle and caring he was being with her. Not because she didn't think he had it in him to be that way – it was more that if she had ever given any thought to Oliver in the bedroom, she would have pictured him being more aggressive. When his hand moved to the side of her face, she turned her head and kissed his palm.

She tilted her hips up when he began a steady, thrusting movement; his body settled more firmly against hers, every inch of their skin meeting and sliding together. And then he was kissing her again, lifting her legs and moving faster. Soon she was climbing that summit, higher this time, and she held onto him tightly as the pleasure ebbed and flowed.

Oliver watched her carefully for that moment when she let go. He wanted to record it in his mind, memorize every touch and her reaction to it. Every sound and move she made was making him so hot he had trouble hanging onto his control. He managed it until he felt her body tighten around him and then his own release ripped through him.

He lay against her, arms shaking as they supported his weight, and it took a minute for him to work up the energy to move away from her. Chloe murmured, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. He could tell she was starting to drift off, so he got up, disposed of the condom and pulled three soft washcloths from his linen closet. Running them under hot water, he used one to wipe over his own body before tossing it aside. He walked back to the bed and sat down beside Chloe, running the warm cloths over her gently.

She stirred sleepily. "Shh," he said quietly. "I just want to make you more comfortable."

Oliver knew his behavior was more solicitous and caring than usual. He pushed the thought away, not wanting to examine it too closely. It was Chloe, and she was his friend, so that was bound to make a difference. There was nothing odd about wanting to take care of her.

He threw the wet cloths in the hamper and lay next to her once more. She was already asleep, arms around one of his pillows. Oliver pushed her hair away from her face gently and pulled the blanket up to cover her before closing his eyes. Several minutes later he opened them with a sigh.

He moved over carefully, not wanting to wake her, and pulled the pillow from her grasp. Then he wrapped his arms around her. Her smaller frame curled into him, drawn to his warmth, and he ran his hand down the satiny smooth skin of her back in a soothing gesture. He usually liked his space after sex, but he told himself not to overthink it. Chloe was warm and sweet, and she felt good in his arms. That was all there was to it.