Author's Notes:

Here is the continuation of the 'sexy time' scene that many people requested. While I will keep the overall rating for this story a 'T', this chapter is 'M', so please read with care (no kiddies allowed). If this kind of stuff is not your thing, don't worry it won't add anything substantial to the actual story itself. You could skip this and not miss anything.

I had a request from a guest review (sorry, don't know your name) to also show Oliver's POV, to see if this is only about sex for him (thanks for the question bjq), what relationship, if any, does he want... etc… Although some of this extended scene is from his POV, I do plan to address those other major issues in the sequel, but I really need to finish the two stories I have in progress in other fandoms, so it might be a few weeks before you see the new story.

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She kissed his mouth lightly, feathering one kiss after another, along his chin and down his neck. Then he was fighting to keep his hands off her, fighting to not simply roll over and buried himself inside of her. He needed to go at her pace. Oliver watched as she returned to his mouth and touched her tongue to his lips. He opened and tasted her as she dipped into his mouth, seeking his tongue. Her hair fell around them, moving each time she did, skimming his face with its silky length. Oliver twisted the locks around his hand and held it. His touch was so gentle, despite his size.

Felicity small hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, understanding that she wanted him take off his clothes Oliver gently moved Felicity off of him, stood up and quickly ripped his t-shirt off, pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time and stood completely naked before her.

The first thought that screamed through Felicity's head was an obvious one. Oliver was naked. Very naked. All Felicity could see was muscle on top of muscle. Felicity didn't even know how long she stared. While Felicity has seen Oliver without a shirt countless times, she bit her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze travelled down his body, following the small trail of hair that started on his chest and narrow down to his…

"Felicity?"

Felicity felt like an idiot for staring at him as if she'd never seen a naked man before. She could only look up at him with every bit of longing in her eyes, hoping he couldn't also see the love there as well. Tonight was about sex and she didn't want to make him uncomfortable, or heaven forbid leave, because of her school girl crush.

Without taking his eyes off her, he took her hands, led them over to the sofa, and pulled her down into his naked lap. She stroked one hand over his chest, then up his throat over his five-o'clock shadow to run her fingers over his lips. She could feel him thickening beneath her thigh. Pulling away a little, she started to undo the buttons on her dress shirt. She wished she had worn something sexier or prettier to work today, but Oliver didn't seem to care about her boring clothes. His eyes fixed on the skin revealed by the parting buttons, when she got to the last button she stopped and looked up at him. He seemed to understand and lifted his large hands to undo the last button. He swept the shirt off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Then he reached around her back, the slight touch of his hand setting her skin on fire, and unclasped her bra, tossing it next to her shirt.

Suddenly she was sitting naked from the waist up on top of Oliver. Before she had any time to feel self-conscious about her breasts, (they were fine breasts, she liked them well enough, but they probably didn't measure up to all the breasts he had seen in his life), he bent his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. Then one hand slid up her skirt, caressed her knee, then trailed up farther to her thigh, dipped into her underwear and his fingertips teased at her curls.

Felicity sighed and let her knees fall open. As his fingertips stroked her, she dug her hands into his short hair and lifted his mouth from her breast. She kissed him deeply, simply overcome with emotion. She was so lost in the kiss that she was only vaguely aware of a ripping sound, but it didn't truly register what had happened until Oliver lifted her slightly so he could pull the destroyed material that used to be her panties away from her body.

"Well, that's one pair gone." Oliver laughed softly.

Without waiting for a response from Felicity, he ran his hand back up her skirt and with unerring accuracy he found her clit, caressing her softly, learning how she liked to be touched. He flicked one finger across her, making her jerk in his arms. His fingers slid expertly up and down and around (Felicity chose not to spend too much time thinking about all the women he must have been with to get so good at this), sending Felicity into tremors of pleasure, making her thighs fall wide open and her head drop on to his shoulder. His mouth went back to sucking on her nipples, until she burned and shivered in his arms. Felicity need more, so she tried to grind closer to his touch. Oliver knew instantly what she needed and began to rub her swollen clit with gentle strokes.

It felt amazing.

Felicity could feel his big-callused fingers between her thighs; his other arm was holding her tight while his mouth was nibbling on her breasts. Felicity was practically writhing on his lap, but instead of hurrying his movements, he took his time, teasing her, turning her into a sweaty, moaning mess desperately begging for more. Finally, with one last sharp nibble on her breast and one last circle of his finger, she came apart in his arms in a series of shudders.

Eventually she broke away, slowly standing on shaky legs in front of him. She took his hands and placed them on the side zipper of her skirt. With one swift yank of the material, Felicity stood as naked as Oliver was. She slowly climbed into his lap facing him. He fell back on to the sofa and shifted until she straddled him. Her breasts tingled from rubbing against his chest, Oliver groaned as each movement forced him to slide against her hot cleft. Then Felicity bent upwards, hovering over him slightly and gave him a long, wet kiss. Instinctively his hands tightened on her bum, slowly kneading the soft flesh. As she came down, she felt the blunt tip of him, pressing into her.

Oliver lifted his hips, but made no attempted to go any further. He looked into Felicity's eyes, his voice came out hoarsely, "You're the one in control."

Overwhelmed by the knowledge that the normal control freak Oliver Queen was giving her the power to control what happened between them, Felicity bit her lip and plunged down, driving him inside of her in one motion. She cried out, letting her head fall back as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming feeling of having Oliver buried inside of her. She needed a minute to get use to the wonderful stretching burn she felt. It had been a while since she had been with anymore, so she was feeling a little tender as a result.

He wrapped one hand around his waist and drew her flat to him, breasts to chest, giving her time to grow accustomed to the feel of him. Felicity lay against him, kissing his neck. He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her head up so he could look her in the eyes. "Are you okay?"

She nodded her head slowly, then she made him gasp as she began to rise off him, sliding up until he nearly fell out of her completely. Then she slide back down. His head fell back and he groaned loudly. She felt the vibrations through her hands that she had spread across his chest to control her balance while she rose and fell upon him until he began to sweat beneath her. She experimented with speed until she found a rhythm that pleased her, yet agitated him.

Oliver let her stay in control as he had promised her earlier. The thought excited her a bit, the knowledge that the Hood was completely under her power. She kept riding him, using her small body to subdue his larger one, until finally he let out a loud growl. He simply couldn't take another moment of Felicity's teasing. His hands wrapped tight around her bum holding her in place, squeezing hard as he bucked up once, twice, three times, then shuddered. Felicity gasped and dug her fingers into his chest to ride out the pleasure pulsing within her.

She watched as his face relaxed and felt his body go limp beneath her. She tucked her face into his damp, hot neck and smiled. His arms came up to wrap tightly around her, holding her as close as he could.

After what seemed like an eternity, he spoke. "Well, as usual I was right."

"I'm almost afraid to ask, but what were you right about?"

"The fantasy didn't even come close to the reality," he laughed.

Felicity only offered a smile in agreement.

"I need a shower," he said. "And then there are some other fantasies I'd like to tell you about."

"More fantasies besides ripping my underwear?"

"Hundreds of them." He tipped his head and kissed her softly. "You'll love them."

Felicity could only laugh in response.

"Anything you don't like," he continued, running his hands down her back, "let me know, and I will keep trying until I get it right."

THE END… (UNTIL THE SEQUEL)

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