I am so sorry for the long delay. I just wasn't feeling inspired. I hope you enjoy this latest chapter.

Her work was forgotten as Felicity sat at her desk and watched Oliver practice his sword skills across the room. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was sweaty. And he was breathing hard. All three combined to distract her from anything but how she wanted to lick every inch of his body. His back glistened. She could see beads of sweat on his abdominal muscles. If Diggle wasn't just a few feet away, she would have already launched herself across the room and tackled Oliver.

As it was, she was really trying not to tell Diggle to leave because she wanted her boyfriend to lay her out on the floor and fuck her. Not make love. But fucking. And he was oh so good at it. Just last week he bent her over the desk she was currently working at and fucked her so hard she was sore the next day. Every ache and bruise had been worth it.

Realizing she wasn't going to get anything else done tonight, Felicity began shutting down her computers. Oliver was too distracting shirtless and sweaty.

"Leaving already?" Diggle asked, coming over to her. He sat at the edge of her desk. "I thought you wanted to finish going through some files."

She nodded her head. "I did, but my mind can't focus on it tonight."

His brows furrowed in concern. "What's wrong?"

She chuckled. "Nothing that can be handled tonight." She got up from her desk and grabbed her purse and jacket. "Tell Oliver I left early."

She made a quick getaway, giving Oliver one last lascivious look.

Felicity unlocked her apartment door and quickly made her way inside. Not bothering to turn her lights on, she set down her purse and keys and walked to the kitchen. Her body was still tense, wanting Oliver. She was so distracted by her thoughts of him that she didn't hear someone come up behind her until their hand covered her mouth. She instinctively reached up to remove the hand but his voice stopped her.

"I felt you looking at me tonight," Oliver said in a low voice. He nipped her earlobe causing a shudder to rush through her body. His other hand, which had been at his side, came to rest on her waist. "What were you thinking about?"

His hand left her mouth, allowing her to speak. "You," she moaned. "Just you."

He trailed his hand from her waist to the edge of her skirt and began inching it up. "I thought about how tightly you gripped your desk last week as I pounded into you over and over again."

Felicity's breaths became ragged as her excitement grew. There was something about being in the dark that made everything more. Each rumble of his voice and the gentle grip of his hand around her throat sent shivers of delight up her spine. Oliver brought out a side of her that only existed in her raunchiest fantasies.

Oliver's hand traced the edge of her panties while his other hand moved from her throat to her nipples. "I just wanted to bend you over your desk again and make you scream."

There was a tearing sound before her panties fluttered to the ground. Before she could form a thought, he plunged two fingers into her aching heat. A cry of pure pleasure escaped her parted lips as he wasted no time bringing her to the edge. She gripped his arm as he plunged his fingers in and out of her.

"You're so wet baby," he whispered against her ear. "Dripping. Is that all from me?"

She nodded her head. "Yes, yes," her voice trembled.

"Mmm," he moaned. "I'm going to fuck you now baby. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll still be feeling me tomorrow. You want that?"

She nodded her head again, unable to form any words beyond the rising moans leaving her mouth. She heard the sound of his zipper being tugged down before she felt his hot flesh against her backside. His fingers left her aching pussy as he pushed her down against the kitchen countertops. Without preamble, he plunged into her. Felicity arched her back and pushed back against him, driving him in deeper.

What they were doing wasn't making love. This was pure lust. Oliver held her waist as he pounded into her over and over again, harder and harder. He leaned over her, his chest brushing her back, and nipped her shoulder.

"Yes!" Felicity shouted. Pleasure rippled through her body as her orgasm drew closer. Her entire focus was where they were joined. The tension built in her body with each thrust of his hips.

Oliver leaned back up, bringing Felicity with him. She gasped and gripped his thigh as he continued thrusting into her. Her gasp turned into shouts as he circled her clit with his fingers. She was tumbling quickly into white hot ecstasy.

"Oliver, Oliver," she chanted. Her entire body shook as she finally tumbled over into pleasure so intense she blacked out.

When Felicity awoke, she was in her bed. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around her room, wondering how long she was out. The sound of the shower running alerted her to Oliver's presence. She looked over at the blurry numbers on the clock on her end table. Ten minutes. She groaned and snuggled back into her pillows. They went to another level that night. The pleasure had been so good, so intense, that she passed out. She was sore in places no one really needed to know about and was pretty sure she was sporting a few bruises.

Drifting off to sleep, Felicity dreamed of ways to surpass the kitchen countertops..