I'm sure you know I'd love Olicity. I attached two because I couldn't decide between 'whoa, hi there, naughty' and more 'it's naughty, but it's suggestive naughty'. (dust2dust34)
Sunshine streaming through the open windows hits Felicity in the face making her nose scrunch as she tries to squeeze her eyes shut against it. Although she hates waking up with the sun in her face, it becomes so much better when when a hand skims up her side, fingers lightly trailing over her skin to leave goosebumps in their wake. She knows Oliver has been awake for hours. His internal clock goes off at five almost every morning. The ones where it doesn't involve staying up until the wee hours fucking like bunnies, something she wouldn't mind doing again in the very near future.
Last night, they'd gone to dinner at a local diner in a tiny town off I-80 somewhere between Omaha and Lincoln, Nebraska. Their destination had been Chicago, but after a massive storm system rolled through leaving roads flooded and impassable for the night, Oliver had made reservations at a small motel on the outskirts of town. The power had been knocked out almost as soon as they entered their room, leaving them soaking wet, cold, and with nothing to do aside from try to keep each other warm, a task easily accomplished the second his lips met hers in the darkness.
Felicity smiles, fondly remembering just how amazing last night was and how she'd really like a repeat this morning now that they're warm and toasty in their cheap motel room bed. Behind her, Oliver continues stroking his hand up and down her side before dipping beneath the scratchy sheets and starting the same path along her back. Then his lips end up on her neck and she can't help the moan that escapes from her lips.
"Good morning," Oliver rasps into her ear, that deep, almost Arrow-like voice sending a shiver through her. He slides closer, and she can feel his cock nestle between her ass cheeks, its hardness evident.
"Good morning," Felicity replies as she turns to face him and is immediately met with that heart melting smile she loves so much. God, she'd do anything to keep that smile on his face, and right now, that anything is wrapping her fingers around his straining boner and pumping him a few times as she watches his face contort in pure pleasure.
"Fuck," he mutters, banding his arms around her waist and pulling her in for a sensuous kiss. She loves these kisses, loves the way he traps her in his arms as he kisses her so hard and so long that when he lets go, she pants for breath. Then Oliver rolls on top of her, pinning her to the bed. Jesus fucking Christ, it's hot, having him stare down at her with those intense blue eyes, so full of lust and want and need that she barely has a moment to catch up with his thought process before he's moving again.
This time, he sits up on his knees, grabbing her ankles and placing them on his shoulders as he situates himself between her legs, hard cock gliding over her mound and causing delicious friction. Felicity moans, wanting so desperately to have him inside her, but realizing she'd run out of birth control pills the previous day.
"Wait!" she cries just as he lines himself up with her entrance. "Condom!"
Oliver reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing his wallet to see if he has one, but the look on his face is grave. "Damn it," he mutters under his breath, throwing it back onto the table before staring down at her with those sad, puppy dog eyes that break her heart every time she sees them.
She lays there for a moment, thinking, her mind jumbled with ideas on how to solve their problem, but most of them involve stopping to run down to the corner store. It doesn't help when his lips begin pressing kisses up and down her leg. She feels the heat rush to her core almost immediately. With a frustrated huff, she replies, "Fuck it. I need you. Just… pull out when you're ready."
"Are you sure?" Oliver asks, his eyes roving her face. He can't keep his hands from running up and down her smooth legs, and it frustrates her to no end that he probably doesn't even know how much this turns her on.
"I'm sure!" Felicity practically shouts. "Now fuck me!" She knows this isn't the best method, but it's better than being tense the rest of the day. They both need the release now that they've worked themselves up so thoroughly. The consequences can be dealt with later. Right now, she just needs him.
And he delivers, thrusting into her fast and rough. They both groan when he's inside her to the hilt then begins moving. The pace Oliver sets borders on punishing. Her ankles cross over his right shoulder, squeezing his cock with every forward thrust and making him moan. It also puts pressure on her clit, just how she likes it when they're fucking. This is one position they haven't tried yet, and feeling just how great it is, Felicity is certain they'll be doing it again some time soon.
The heat in her loins builds gradually the tighter she squeezes her thighs together. And when Oliver begins to lose his rhythm, she knows he's close to orgasm. A few more thrusts, and he groans, "Fuck! I think I'm gonna come!"
At that moment, Felicity drops her legs to either side of his hips and sits up. Grabbing her breasts, she pushes them together and replies, "Come on my tits, baby." And that sound that comes from his throat is deep and nearly inhuman, but it really turns her on. Although she has yet to orgasm, she watches as Oliver pumps his cock once, twice, three times, before he lets go with a sharp gasp. He unloads in the cleft between her breasts, his hot seed spurting all over her neck and chin as well.
When he's done, he stick back on his haunches and uses his free hand to stay upright as her tongue darts out from between her kiss-swollen lips and licks as much of his spunk off her skin while maintaining eye contact. His hand continues to stroke his cock as he watches her, eyes glazed and wanting, until she legs go of her breasts and settles back against the pillows with her legs spread wide. Then her fingers begin to stroke her clit as she gets herself off as well.
It's the most incredible feeling in the world, watching Oliver watch her as she fingers herself to orgasm. The intensity of his stare as he continues to stroke himself is enough to push her over the edge, and she comes within seconds. Her body shudders before going rigid while her fingers keep her suspended in that warm state of bliss until she can't take it anymore. Then she slumps into the mattress, exhausted and sated.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Oliver mutters, and she realizes he's hard again.
"Glad you enjoyed it," Felicity says with a sly smile. She eyes his cock, her grin widening, and adds, "How about I take care of that for you?" Without waiting for a reply, she crawls to him until her face is in his lap. Her lithe fingers grab hold of his straining member and guide it to her lips.
"Fuck!" he cries out. And the fun begins again. They might not have condoms at the moment, but it doesn't stop them from enjoying a few more hours of playtime before heading back out on the road for their intended destination.