To Dance with a Prince

Untitled Part 23

Oliver woke the next morning and gently kissed Felicity's shoulder, her body curled into him, his arm around her waist. Every morning that he woke up and she was by his side was something that he cherished and most mornings he would lay there, holding her close, just watching her sleep. She was so beautiful that his chest would tighten and the love he had for her would flood his senses.

He let his fingers gently stroke her cheek, in the spot where she said Ray had hit her first. The thought of a bruise marring her beautiful skin making his jaw tighten. His hand slid down and along her arm, the bone that Ray had broken there making Oliver's free hand clench into a fist. His hand slid down along her stomach and the thought of Ray kicking her there made him sick to his stomach. She had been hesitant at first to tell him everything that had happened with Ray, but when she realized that Oliver was asking out of love, she had finally told him and it had made the rage inside of him flourish.

He felt her stir as his fingers tickled along her skin and she moaned and turned in his arms, her hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.

He went to pull his hand back and she grabbed his wrist and held his hand, "Don't stop there my Prince."

He tried to let go of the anger that had settled in his chest and soon his love for her took over. He pressed kisses to her neck as she guided his hand down and soon his fingers were nestled between her thighs.

She felt warm and wet and so very inviting and she buried her face in his neck as he gently stroked her, the feel of her making is body grow hard. The sound of a whimper escaped her lips as her hips moved against his hand and she pulled his head down and kissed him deeply as her leg slid up to his hip.

Oliver moaned as he slid a finger inside of her and when she grabbed his hip and shifted, he quickly moved between her thighs. She opened beautifully to him and he slid in a second finger as her chest arched and her lips parted.

He whispered her name as he pumped his fingers inside of her, the friction making her wiggle beneath him. He could feel her body tensing, her moans growing louder and he knew she was close to climaxing so he kissed her sucking her tongue into his mouth and when he kissed down her neck and gently bit her neck, she exploded below him. He felt her grin against his neck as her body shuddered and started to come back down and he kissed her softly before sliding inside of her.

He moved lowly, languidly as she kissed his cheek and neck, her body sensitive from her climax. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close moving with him in a slow rock that was making moans and whimpers escape her again.

"Oliver." She whispered his name against his lips and he kept his pace slow and deep. His hand slid down and gripped her thigh holding her leg against him as they both started to move against each other quicker. His body was rubbing her clit as he moved faster and the sensation was making her body start to tremble.

Her hands moved up over the muscles of his back and into his hair and when she thrust her hips up to meet his, the movement caused him to go deep with a guttural groan.

She squeezed him tightly driving him toward his climax as her body slid and moved along his with each thrust. He grabbed her hands and slid them above her head holding them to the pillow as his thrusts grew quicker and harder and she could tell he was close.

He buried his face against her shoulder as he drove them both closer and closer to completion and when he reached down and touched her clit, her body already extremely sensitive, she flew into an orgasm so hard that she screamed causing him to release inside of her.

Their bodies moved together through their release and as they slowly came back down to reality, he looked down at her with tender affection.

"Good Morning my Prince."