Chapter 10: OK, I get it now

Felicity very much doubted that that was the first time Oliver had ever called someone the most beautiful woman in the world. She did, however have a sneaking suspicion that it was the first time he'd meant it.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. She remembered a little more dancing and a little more champagne. But by 10 p.m., she and Oliver were climbing into the town car that took them there to drive back to their apartment building.

The ride was a quiet one. Oliver spent all of it staring out the window, his hand resting on the seat between them. Felicity, on the other hand, spent most of it stealing glances at him and wishing with all her might she had the courage to reach over and take that hand in hers.

What the fuck was wrong with her, she asked angrily to herself. When she first met him in person, she spent the car ride making out with him. Hell, she even straddled him. What was so different now?

The difference was, the rational part of her brain chided, that she was no longer trying to win the upperhand in a prank war. The difference now was she genuinely wanted to kiss him. She wanted him to lay her down in his bed and make her scream like she knew he could do.

Eventually they arrived back at their building. The elevator ride was just as quiet as the car ride, and finally, they were standing right in the space between their apartments. Oliver had long since undone his bowtie, so it hung around his neck while he stood there smiling at her, his jacket open and tucked underneath his arms with his hands in his pocket. It gave Felicity a peek at his suspenders and for some unknown, god forsaken reason, it made her want him even more.

"Well," he grinned. "Thanks for coming to the thing with me tonight. You really saved me."

Felicity didn't know what to say, so she just bit down on her lip and nodded. Her hands were itching to reach forward and grab him by the suspenders and kiss him.

"Felicity?" he asked in concern. "Are you OK?'

It was the question that triggered her. It was the breach in the dam.

Instead of answering him, she surged forward and did exactly what she'd been dreaming of. She grabbed his suspenders and kissed him.

If Oliver was surprised, he didn't let on. The minute their lips connected, his hands were at her waist, pulling her closer to him until their bodies were flush — which was nothing to say of how Felicity's face felt. She felt like she was on fire with how his lips slanted over hers, how his teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and how his tongue moved with hers.

"Oliver," she murmured when their faces broke apart. "Take me inside."

His fisted the material of her dress. In the back of her mind, she thought of the wrinkles that would remain the next day in the satin, but she also didn't care. She'd take it to get dry cleaned and pressed eventually.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

She nodded and that was all he needed. In a flash, his hands had found his keys and the door was unlocked. Then he pulled her inside his apartment.

The minute the door was closed behind them, Felicity grabbed hold of his lapels and kissed him hard. His arms wrapped around her, one staying around her waist while his other moved upward, his hand splayed between her shoulder blades.

Then in an instant, she was pushing the jacket and his suspenders off of his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt, all while keeping her lips on his. Her hands were trembling as she did her work, but she didn't speed up. She took her time and once his shirt was completely open, she let her hands slip underneath and run down every line of muscle over his torso.

He is a god, she thought hazily to herself. He moaned into her mouth as she grazed the tips of her fingers over his nipples, and she mentally cataloged that reaction, making sure to explore it further in the future.

A startled part of her brain stumbled over her use of the word "future" in her musings, but then suddenly Oliver's hands found the zipper on her back and pulled it down slowly and all thoughts of anything but the present were wiped away from her mind.

Once the zipper was completely undone, the dress fell to the ground, pooled at her feet until she was standing there in nothing but her nude underwear, her jewelry and her heels. He pulled away for a moment to look at her and she felt self conscious all of a sudden. For crying out loud, she was standing in front of Oliver Freaking Queen, one of the most beautiful specimen known to mankind. She had personally listened to three months worth of one night stands from the other side of a shared wall before they'd officially met, and she had also seen all the gorgeous women he'd been linked to in the tabloids.

All of that combined begged the question, what the hell was he doing with her?

But he answered it after he swept his gaze up and down the length of her body, then pulled her back into his arms. She still kept her eyes cast down, afraid of what he might be thinking, so he tilted her chin to look up at him.

"Felicity."

Her name tumbled off his lips like a hymn.

"You are so beautiful."

She didn't have any words for how she felt. So she expressed it the only way she knew how — by wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him again.

Oliver lifted her gently underneath her bottom and, sensing what he wanted from her, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he carried her down the hallway and to his bedroom until he placed her down on the bed.

He pulled away from her for a moment to admire her form once again. Then he dipped down to kiss her chest as it rose and fell, struggling for every breath she could drag into her lungs. His lips found the swell of one of her breasts and his hands reached around to undo the clasp of her bra. Once she was free, he took her breast into his mouth, sucking gently on her nipple and flicking it to and fro with his tongue, using his hand to mimic his movements with her other breast. Felicity held onto his hair, her head thrown back and her eyes hooded as she shivered with his ministrations.

But soon it wasn't enough. Eventually his exploration of her body wandered south until he was kneeling at the foot of the bed, her legs splayed and his lips pressed against her jutting hip bone and his fingers pushing into her swollen folds through the wet fabric of her panties. She sighed with every movement of his fingers, but suddenly teeth caught the edge of her underwear and she sucked in a sharp breath as they grazed her sensitive skin and pulled the thin scrap of fabric off her body.

His face was gone for only an instant, and then he was back, his hands pushing apart her knees so he had free and complete access to her glistening center. With the lightest of touches, he reached forward and traced the length of her slit with one of his fingers. She hissed when he skated over her clit, silently begging for more, but he continued to tease her with his gentleness.

Finally, when she was certain she was going to lose her mind if he didn't do something, he leaned forward and pressed his face into her, his tongue driving as deep into her pussy as he could. A gasp caught in Felicity's throat as need and hunger for him replaced all other impulses. She carded her fingers through his short hair, clutching her to him, letting out short, tiny breaths that begged him to keep going.

Soon his tongue and lips were joined by his fingers. She felt one of his long digits sink inside of her, then another. They pumped steadily in and out of her while his tongue laved its attention on her clit. Each stroke and each movement pulled her forward, closer to the edge until finally, sensing she was almost there, Oliver hooked his fingers inside of her and she came apart with a loud cry, her back arching off the bed as her orgasm ripped through her.

He coaxed her down from her high, slowing down the speed of his fingers until Felicity fell slack on the bed, her bones turned liquid and nothing but a soft throbbing pulsing through her body.

Oliver pressed a gentle kiss against her swollen, slick pussy lips and it sent shivers through her. Then he kissed his way back up her body until his mouth found hers. She groaned as his tongue dipped into her again, tasting herself on him.

"Felicity," he sighed.

And just like that, she needed more.

She pushed herself up until she was sitting up on the edge of the bed and Oliver was standing in front of her. He still wore his shirt and his pants, but not for much longer. She reached for the button and the zipper at the front of his pants, then pushed them down along with his boxer briefs. Once he was free of his clothes, his cock sprang free and she immediately took hold of it.

Licking her lips, she gripped it with one tight fist and ran it down his length, from the head down to where the shaft met his balls. Above her, he let out a hiss of pleasure. It spurred her on to do more, pumping him slowly a few more times before leaning down to bring the tip into her mouth. She licked off a few drops of precum, swirling her tongue around the slit until he was groaning. Then she pulled more of his cock into her mouth, sucking her cheeks in and using her other hand to pump him in a rotating motion.

His hands found her hair, brushing through the strands and displacing the bobby pins she had so painstakingly put in just hours ago. But she hardly cared at the moment, as he stroked her head, humming her name as she took him in, deeper and deeper.

Felicity could feel him getting closer. His cock started to swell in her mouth, and then he very abruptly stopped, pulling himself away from her grasp. She whined a little at the loss of contact, and the sound made Oliver grin. Leaning down, he kissed her, then gently pushed her back onto the bed.

"Not yet," he whispered lovingly into her ear. She shivered at the hot breath that brushed against her neck, and soon his mouth made contact with the dip right between her throat and shoulder as he kissed and gently nibbled on the smooth skin he found there.

His hand found her pussy again, nudging her legs open a little to rub at her clit. Though she had cum not all that long ago and was still a little sensitive to the touch, she could feel herself building once more. Just as she was about to fall apart for the second time, Oliver pulled away from her completely.

She growled in frustration, but a few seconds later he returned with a tiny foil package.

"Oh thank God," she groaned.

Then, with impatient hands, she snatched the packet from him and ripped it open. Pulling him closer to her, she grabbed his cock once more, then slipped the condom over his length, pumping him a few more times for good measure to make sure it was on properly.

Once the condom was in place, Oliver pushed open Felicity's thighs to position himself. He ran the tip of his cock up and down the length of her slit a few times, coaxing even more wetness from her. She fisted the sheets underneath her, begging with incoherent moans.

"Please, Oliver," she whispered. "Please."

Finally he obliged her. He entered slowly — first the tip, then inch by inch until she had taken in his entire length. She let out a choked gasp at the feeling. God, he filled her so completely that there wasn't any room for anything else, physically, mentally, even spiritually. All she could feel and all she could think of was Oliver.

Once she was used to him, he started moving slowly. Each thrust pushed her further up the bed, and she reached up above her to grip the headboard. "Oliver," she panted as she pushed her hips upward to meet him. "Oh, Oliver…"

He answered her with desperate grunts. Their shared rhythm started to speed up, as they both chased the high. Then Felicity reached up to grip his shoulders and he fell forward to kiss her, his thrusts never slowing.

"Felicity," he whispered. "You feel so fucking good...God, you're so fucking beautiful…"

His words and the way he moved inside of her made her heart crack open with emotion. "Oh God, Oliver…"

She held on tight around his neck as he moved faster and faster. Each thrust drew a gasp from her as she kept up with him. They were both so close. She could feel it.

Then Oliver's head dipped down to catch one of her nipples in his mouth while the hand not holding him up over her body reached down between them. He pinched her clit and rolled it between his fingers and with that Felicity let out a loud cry as she came.

"Oh God! OH GOD, OLIVER!"

His name falling from her lips seemed to be what did to for him. With one last thrust and grunt, his cock swelled inside of her, his own climax overtaking him.

"Felicity," he whispered as he shook with his pleasure. "Felicity…"

The stars danced in front of her eyes for what seemed like ages. When she finally started to come down, her entire body went slack underneath his, her lungs struggling to take in as much oxygen as they could. God, she thought lazily to herself. That was the most amazing sex she'd ever experienced.

She felt rather than heard the chuckle that rumbled through Oliver's chest. "I'd make a self-satisfied joke, but the truth is that was also the best sex I've ever had."

Felicity groaned, closing her eyes. "I can't believe I said that out loud."

He lifted his head to smile at her. "I'm glad you did."

She giggled as he gently pulled out of her. Once the condom had been discarded, he fell down onto the bed beside her, pulling her flush against his body.

"I guess I can't really complain about the noise anymore," she whispered, nuzzling his nose with hers.

His grip around her tightened. "Does that mean I get to do that again?"

She shrugged a shoulder and smirked. "If I'm not going to get any sleep, I might as well get some pleasure out of it."

Oliver's joyous laughter rang through the apartment and settled in her bones, where it would stay for ages to come.