To Dance with a Prince

Untitled Part 35

Oliver took Felicity back to his quarters, her hand held tightly in his and when they entered, and she heard the door close behind him, she started to hyperventilate. Oliver grabbed her shoulders as she sank to her knees and tears fell down her cheeks as she started to have trouble breathing. An actual bomb had been detonated to try to get to Oliver. Someone had tried to blackmail him; hurt him; hurt his family. Someone who was family and the thought made her knees go weak. Oliver sat down in front of her as she gasped and softly spoke to her, his voice calm, soothing, trying to get through to her as her vision tunneled and she started to shake. When she had heard the gun shots coming through the cameras she had been terrified.

Oliver rubbed her arms as he tried to get through to her, his eyes trying to catch her attention. But her eyes were glassy and distant, and he saw the terror there as she tried to deal with the day. As her breathing started to settle he gently pulled her into his arms and they sat in the middle of the floor, him holding her, rocking her gently. She buried her face in his chest as her tears flowed. She slid her arms up around his neck and held on tight as she thought of just how close she had been to losing him.

"Shhhh. It's ok, Felicity. I am fine." He knew why she was crying and knew why she had worried and he just wanted to reassure her that he was fine. He was with her. Hearing his voice, she clung tighter to him.

"I'm here Felicity." He whispered it to her over and over until it finally started to sink in and she started to loosen her hold on him. She pulled back and looked into his eyes and then she kissed him. She breathed him in as she let her lips press against his, and she turned and straddled his lap. Oliver let his hands drift to her hips as he let her reassure herself by framing his face with her hands. She deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing along his and she sucked on his tongue as her hands explored. She slid her hands down his arms and then over to his stomach and she gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled, lifting it over his head. Oliver helped her remove his shirt and she lightly traced every single hill and valley of his chest with her hands.

Oliver let her press him back to the floor and then he closed his eyes as her lips traced the same hills and valleys that her hands had explored just moments before. She sat up, her knees on either side of his hips and removed her shirt and Oliver's eyes lovingly danced over the creamy skin of her shoulders as she pulled down the straps of her bra. She reached behind her and unhooked the clasp and when the material fell away, and her breasts were exposed to his gaze, his eyes darkened. He wanted to touch her, but he waited and when she took his hands and placed them on her breasts, her head fell back with a soft sigh.

"Please touch me Oliver. I need you to touch me." Her words ignited a firestorm in his veins and he let his hands squeeze and stroke her breasts. Her skin was so soft and her nipples a dark rose and he wanted nothing more than to taste them. She moved down his body and his hands fell to his sides as he watched her, and when she reached down and undid the button and zipper of his pants, he lifted his hips to help her remove them. She pulled down his boxers and his pants as he toed off his shoes and when he was fully naked beneath her his breath caught at the look in her eyes. They were devouring every square inch and she let her hands slide back up his thighs, skirting his erection that was begging for her touch.

She lifted onto her knees and he watched as she removed her pants and when she was naked, her body flushed a soft pink from her desire, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her and he kissed her. They explored each other's bodies as if it was their first time together and he could hear her whispering words of love as she let her lips skim over his shoulder and then up his neck.

She could feel him hard and hot beneath her and she shifted her hips, both moaning as his hardness slid along her core. Her lips moved up and nipped his ear and he let his hands slide down to grip her ass as she reached his mouth.