-Natalie's POV-
"Three years." I hear a soft whisper, tickling my ear as I slowly wake up. I smile immediately as I open my eyes, meeting Diana's.
"Best three years of my life." I lean up kissing her as moves on top of me more. I pull the blanket over us as I pull back.
"Me too, I can't wait for all the rest of the years. Forever and ever." She kiss all over my face making me cringe.
"I want to give you one of my gifts." I say and she pulls back looking at me.
"A gift for me? How generous of you? I wasn't expecting one at all." She smiles widely and I slowly sit up, she does too.
I reach over to the nightstand, pulling out a small wrapped box before shutting the drawer again.
She moves some of her messy blonde hair behind her ear, mostly the pieces that fell out of the low messy bun she done last night.
She moves, kneeling up as I hand her the wrapped gift. She smiles looking to me.
"Wait!" She jumps and I look at her confused.
She gets out of the bed—falling to the floor with a thud, I move quickly to see if she's alright.
"Stupid shirts." She grabs the shirt she tripped over, putting it on before running over to the closet. I chew my lip confused as I wait, very impatiently since I want her to open my gift.
She comes out of the closet with a wrapped box along with a thinner wrapped gift beneath it.
"How did I not see those?" I question, looking at her as she walks closer.
"Because I made sure we didn't have any sex that required toys in the last few weeks. They were hidden behind the box." She smiles widely and I smile shaking my head.
She sits onto the bed setting them down on my lap, I hold the small box with my gift out to her.
"Okay, open yours first—open the big box first." She kneels up again, jumping a little from her excitement. I glance to her as I pick up the bigger box.
I pull at the wrapping paper, looking at the clear top, it looks like a record player—but more like a CD record player...It's much smaller than a record player.
I move the wrapping paper away, looking to her confused.
"Open the other one! Quickly!" She rushes me, I laugh picking up what I'm guessing is a CD.
I pull the wrapping paper and Diana moves closer. I look at the clear CD box, which says 'our songs' written in black marker along with red hearts around the case. I look to her smiling widely.
"A lot of different genres but I tried to pick out the best songs possible." She moves closer, looking right at me and I smile widely giving her a small kiss.
"You're cute. I'll give you that. But, I love it. You owe me a dance with whatever song I please on here." I hold it up and she nods.
"I'll gladly dance with you anytime, pretty girl." She kisses me harder and I continue to smile, she kisses me again which now makes me laugh.
"Open your gift." I move my hand to her jaw and she pulls back quickly.
"Oh yeah—I forgot—you're too pretty—you make me nervous." She shrugs and I roll my eyes. She's very excited for today, of course, she's Diana but she most definitely has something planned. I haven't figured it out but she will crack soon enough.
She pulls at the paper, looking at the black box, before she lifts the lid and gasps.
"Oh my god!" She looks to me and I smile.
"I don't own you but do you think I really know you?" I question, it sounded much better in my head but she gets it because she begins laughing as she carefully lifts the chain. I got her one like mine, silver just with the initial "N" on it. It's about time she got one.
"Help me put it on, please." She smiles, moving in front of me, sitting facing away from me.
I take the necklace, moving it around her neck as she gathers her messy hair up. I clip it in place, running my fingers along the chain and down her skin. She shivers before turning around facing me quickly.
"I love you." She grabs my face kissing me again, I fall back on the blanket smiling against her lips.
I hum deepening the kiss as she holds my face while allowing my thighs to rest down against hers, moving my tongue past her lips.
My phone begins ringing and I pull back groaning as I look up at Diana who licks at her bottom lip.
"Who is it?" She drops her hands from my face. I reach up to the nightstand looking at my phone.
"Victoria?"
"Why is she calling?" Diana kisses my cheek and I shrug. I answer it anyway, lifting the phone to my ear.
"I'm busy, what?" I ask, rude? Yes but she's not exactly a polite person. I'm one to hold grudges when I feel like it. Especially when it comes to Diana.
"Natalie, please come down here. I'm in a hitch, I need one model since one of mine got sick and bailed last minute." She says and I sigh. I rub my finger over the initial on Diana's new necklace as she looks down at me waiting.
"How is this my problem?" I question rolling my eyes.
"Please. Natalie, you know you have the looks for this. I have an outfit that would look perfect on you—you would catch eyes, please."
"Tomorrow."
"No, I have meetings tomorrow. I need this done today."
"No, Victoria. I'm busy—"
"Go do whatever it is if you want—I'll be fine, really." Diana says and I furrow my eyebrows shaking my head. I mute the phone looking at her.
"I'm not ruining this day for a photoshoot, it's our day, beautiful." I glanced to her lips before back up at her.
"Yeah—photoshoots don't take that long. I'll be okay, Natalie really. We can meet at the house later."
"I'll pay, of course." I hear victoria over the phone and Diana nods at me smiling.
"Is this going to upset you? Don't bullshit. I will decline it if you want me to yourself all day." I ask and she shakes her head smiling.
"I'm fine, really. We have a lot of time afterwards to spend together." She says and I nod.
I unmute the phone.
"Alright. I'll do it."
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-Diana's POV-
I let out a big breath dropping my head as I stop pulling the table, I put my hands on it for a few seconds.
I'm an independent woman. I got this.
I run back down the hall quickly, lifting one of the chairs, I walk back into the kitchen, hitting the chair off of the wall making me fall back a step. I hate this.
I turn more, walking further into the kitchen and over to the table. I go get the other chair.
Natalie's at a photoshoot for Victoria, she has been all day basically.
It took a long while to convince Victoria to get Natalie away for awhile. Especially since Victoria doesn't exactly like Natalie anymore after she humiliated her—but yeah, I convinced Victoria to just do a photoshoot and say there's problems and all that.
Lili's helping out too—her and Victoria are supposedly back on good terms but they're taking things slower. Lili said slow but supposedly Lili has slept at Victorias everyday for the past four days.
Lili and I are really close, I always find excuses to go see her at work to talk to her. She always gives me hugs which I really like because I'm clingy to everyone I meet. Sometimes I forget personal space is a thing and it's bad of me...mostly just around Lili and Natalie—sometimes Arabella when we're working.
I put the red table cloth over the table before grabbing the vase and candles from the counter, bringing them to the table.
I look around for the lighter.
"Shit." I huff walking to the counter, I thought I put it on the—it doesn't matter. I grab the box of matches instead. Victoria did say Natalie's getting moody so that means she definitely misses me. Which happens all the time when Natalie's away from me because she adores me.
I light the match against the side of the box, quickly setting the candle to light. I smile pulling back, blowing out the match.
Our plan was to stay at the new house tonight which is what we're doing for the first time—I made sure to get what I need done before today because I'm cooking and all that.
It's dark which I don't like because I'm in the middle of nowhere—Natalie makes me watch too many scary movies. She should be here soon, I told her I packed her bag already and all that.
Victoria is also going to convince Natalie to wear an outfit home—because I'm already in mine and I know if I'm dressed up and she's not...she will give out.
I wanted our anniversary to be like our wedding theme so I got a dark red dress, it has short puffy sleeves and it's down to my ankles but there's a slit by my thigh—I know Natalie loves these kind of dresses.
I also stole her red lipstick and put it on—and curled my hair.
I hear a notification from my phone and run to it on the counter, picking it up.
Natalie
On my way home. What do you have planned?
Diana
What.
Natalie
This dress is beautiful, I was convinced to wear it home and keep my makeup on. Whats your plan, misses?
Diana
I'm in our new bed. I'm lazy, I have no plan. Hurry up, I want cuddles.
Natalie
Your heart is racing, isn't it?
I huff rubbing my chest—the box! I drop my phone down running to the stairs, I mess up some of the petal path I made.
"Shit!" I drop to the floor, fixing it quickly. I don't know where she is! She has me stressed now and I told her to hurry.
I run up the stairs stopping Dorothea with a petal in her mouth. I was going to miss the cats if I left them at home all night by themselves so I brought them and their beds. It's taken all day to get the house somewhat ready.
We have a couch—Tv, Natalie's desk for her office, some bookshelves which aren't put together...A fridge, oven and cabinets obviously...And our bed.
"Thea, can you behave for five minutes?" I take the petal from her mouth and she looks up at me.
I huff picking her up as I walk to me and Natalie's new bedroom.
I bought her a ring. It's so pretty—it's kind of thin because I know she won't like a big one—she will say she does but she won't. It has two small diamonds on either side of the bigger one.
She told me not to get her one—but I realised she's never been proposed to. I think she proposed to Olivia and she proposed to me so I think she deserves to be asked the question too, so she can feel the happiness.
I was going to wear heals but I realised I have to kneel down and I can barely get up without heels, I don't want to attempt it in heels. We might end up in the emergency room because I broke my knee or something...
I'm going to do it right when she comes into the kitchen then we can eat dinner—shit the pasta.
I grab the box from the nightstand. I put petals on the floor in here too.
I run out of the bedroom, shutting the door. I kiss Dorothea's head again before putting her down.
I run down the stairs quickly, hopping over the petals before running over to where the pasta and sauce is cooking.
I get the plates quickly, taking it up—the wine! Oh god, I'm stressed. I'm very stressed.
I turn off the stove quickly, putting the dishes in the sink before washing my hands. I tap my feet impatiently before turning the tap off.
I grab the kitchen towel, drying my hands before picking up some of the cheese I grated and sprinkling it over the pasta.
I lift the plates, bringing them over to the table, setting them down so they're ready for when she's here. I run back to the counter, grabbing two forks and two knives before also bringing them to the table.
Wine glasses and wine. Then everything is okay. Am I okay though? No—definitely not.
I go to the cupboard getting the only two glasses inside and picking up the bottle. I bring them over, setting them down before letting out a breath of relief.
I hear the door opening, I run quickly, I grab the small box from the counter—do I—okay. I drop to one knee—That hurt—this isn't great. It's actually a disaster but—
"Diana?" I hear her and I swallow.
"In here." I say and I hear her laugh.
"Nothing planned, hm?" She speaks before walking down the hall and into the kitchen, she stops, looking at me.
"What the hell?" She lets out and I smile widely as she holds a bouquet of Daisies in her hand and an envelope.
"Hi." I say, looking over the dark blue dress I picked out for her—I got her into something other than black. She looks so pretty—sometimes it shocks me how she chose me. Really—she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
She walks closer slowly.
Right—question.
"Will you marry me?" I ask, opening the box, it's kind of silly since we picked out our wedding venues and sent out invitations but she still deserves to be proposed to.
She looks down at the ring smiling before nodding.
"I suppose I will, I might change my mind though." She looks at me and I stand quickly, taking the ring out of the box. I take her hand while mine shake as if there was a chance of her saying no—it's a lot of pressure trying to propose and make it perfect.
"Wrong hand." She whispers and I grab her other hand.
"Thank you." I smile and she leans forward kissing my head. I slide the ring down her finger smiling widely.
"It's beautiful." She looks at it and I look to her. I do a double take, noticing her eyes becoming a little bit more shiny than usual, not the kind of shiny they become when I cup her face and she looks at me—tearing up kind of shiny.
"Don't cry!" I say and she laughs looking away as a tear falls from her eye. Oh my lord—she's crying—she is going to cry on our wedding.
"You're the only woman who could make me cry." She moves her finger to her eye and I wrap her into a hug.
"I don't know if that's a good thing."
"It means you're the only woman I would show emotion for. It's a very good thing." She sniffles as her hand goes to the back of my head. I smile kissing her shoulder.
"I got you flowers. I had to go to two stores to find a bouquet of Daisies. I hope you like them." She pulls back looking at me as tears keep falling. Why does she—how—why does she look more beautiful crying? Natalie is the only person I know that can cry so...majestically—I mean I start sobbing but she's so calm—maybe because it's not sad tears?
I take the bouquet smiling.
"They are beautiful, I love them—almost as much as I love you." I smile and she keeps looking at me, I look away getting a little nervous—it took everything in me to not ask her this morning and give her the ring.
I look back at her smiling widely as I lift my shoulders, she laughs grabbing my jaw and pulling me into a kiss, I let out a surprised hum against her lips.
She pulls back before kissing me again, I don't stop smiling and neither does she.
"I love you so much, Diana, I really do. I want to dedicate my life to staying at home with you all day everyday to show you my love." She looks at me and I feel my face heating up. One thing that annoys me about being completely in love with Natalie is that she never fails to make me blush—or nervous. I still fall over chairs sometimes when she does something. She's just...she can take up all my attention when she's not even looking in my direction.
"I guess I'm pretty great in bed, aren't I?" I snort a little and she laughs.
"You are. But that's not the reason I love you, I love you more for who you are which is just perfect. Everything about you—I adore it." She kisses me again and I put my hand on her stomach stopping her. Natalie's love language is words—words of affirmation I suppose but she just uses words to show me love sometimes and she never fails with it.
"The pasta is gonna go cold! I love you but save your cute little things that make my stomach jumpy for later—you are a distraction." I lead her over to the table quickly, pulling out her seat for her. She laughs kissing the back of my hand before sitting down. She looks at the ring on her finger and I pull out my chair across from her.
I realise the vase might be too big because I can't see her properly, I put the daisies in before I pick up the vase moving it to the floor making her smile.
"You look beautiful." She says and I feel my face heating up—I feel it, despite my scars and everything, I really feel beautiful. While I was insecure about them before, Natalie has her ways of making me feel beautiful about everything. She makes living life a beautiful thing even when the universe can treat me really shitty sometimes.
"You do too. So pretty. You know how to take my breath away always." I speak and she pick up the wine bottle, opening it before taking my glass.
"That's my job." I smile motioning to the bottle in her hand as she pours me some wine making her laughs.
"Let your wife help you out, you've done enough today, too much even." She looks to her ring again, I thread my fingers squeezing—she loves it.
"Princess treatment." I smile and she laughs nodding.
"Always for you. So, how many times have you almost told me about this?" She questions and I chew my lip glancing to the wall.
"About ten times—but I bit my tongue and held it back. You should be proud." I tell her and she nods setting my glass down for me.
"I am, and I was surprised so well done."
"Liar—you messaged me because you knew I was up to something." I smile looking at her and she looks back at me, her eyes glowing slightly more because of the candles. We look at each other for a long moment, my heart racing so I look away.
"Because of the dress and all that, but I wasn't expecting something this amazing." She tells me, she holds up her wine glass to me.
"To you." She nods to my wine glass which I pick up.
"And to you—today isn't just about me." I smile widely, clinking my glass against hers before we both take sips of our wine while looking at each other.
I keep smiling, having to block my mouth so I don't spit the wine out by accident because that would be a disaster—one that would most likely only happen to me.
I safely swallow the wine before picking up my fork to try some pasta. I nod for her to try it too which she does.
It's...flavourful—actually quite good.
"Mhm, you made this?" She questions and I nod quickly, proud of myself as the taste lingers—I should become a chef.
"Isn't it the best thing you've ever tasted?" I ask and she laughs, twisting her fork to get some more.
"One of the best." She winks and again, my face heats up, my face is definitely going red. I sit back smiling—it's all I'm doing today, all day just the thought of her coming home. The thought of our wedding, the thought of these last three years. Ones I'm so beyond grateful for. I'm so grateful for her. I'm so grateful I'll be able to call her my wife and take her name—have kids with her—live my life with the only person I would choose to love in a room full of all my celebrity crushes—even Taylor swift and Nat knows how much I love that woman.
"What would you rate it out of ten? I want an honest answer." I say, eating some more of my own spaghetti.
"A ten, truly. It's amazing to the point I find it hard to believe my fiancée made it." She says, looking to her ring again. I did good with that ring. I'm quite proud of myself—mostly for not spoiling this surprise for her. It was hard. I'm not the best at keeping secrets since I do get very excited.
"I can't wait to be wives, to move in here—and start a family with you." I say and she smiles shaking her head as she sits back, just looking at me.
"I can't wait to raise our children together, I was afraid of having kids before you. I never thought I could do it, but I think I might have found myself a good wife and an even better mother to our future kids." She nudges my foot beneath the table as she jokes, I smile shrugging.
"Our kids are going to have to listen to Taylor swift, baby swiftie. Wait—we're adopting, are we adopting a baby or—"
"Whatever feels right, we can get pregnant too if that's what you want. But with having multiple kids—we need to make sure they all get the same attention or jealousy will be problem." She tells me and I nod.
"I want to name our baby Kamilah. If it's a girl, not your sisters name, well yeah your sisters name but it's spelled differently like K a m i l a h." I spell it out for her and she bites her lip nodding.
"That's beautiful. We could do artificial insemination, if you wanted to get pregnant but we would have to find a suitable donor. I have brothers so the baby could have be blood related to me somewhat but if not, it doesn't bother me." Natalie says and I look down, moving my hand to my tummy.
"I want our baby to have your eyes though, if we have a boy—that's okay too. I don't have boy names but we can figure that out later on." I tell her and she nods.
"We would have beautiful babies."
"I know, I don't like the whole idea of a penis—but I just wish sometimes we could get pregnant, just the two of us—how straight couples do it just our way, how we make love." I say and she chews her lip smiling.
"We would have too many children by now."
"I know." I laugh and she does too.
"It's alright, it will be a difficult process and all that but we will have kids, blood or not, they will be our kids and we will make sure they have the best childhood." She says and I keep looking at her. She smiles at me, tilting her head and I begin laughing looking away.
"I have a question...Don't get mad." I say and she hums.
"I won't."
"Would you really not love me if I was a worm?" I ask quietly as she picks up her glass, I hold back my laugh looking at her as she smiles setting her glass down.
"Do you have a desire to become a worm or something? Because if so, I might actually have to call of that wedding of ours." She tells me and I roll my eyes huffing.
"I'd love you if you were a worm." I tell her and she lifts her glass to her lips, her being the one to roll her eyes this time.
"Then I'm concerned."
"Why? Because I would love you no matter what you are?"
"No, because you are saying you would be attracted to a worm."
"No."
"Yes." She smiles and I cross my arms looking away from her.
"You're annoying, I don't know why I proposed to you." I mumble picking up my fork again, she nudges my foot again and I glance at her. She watches me eat some spaghetti and I roll my eyes.
"Mhm, I don't know either, maybe because I know how to make someone fall in love with me." She shrugs.
"Okay, Joe Goldberg." I sit back and she smiles biting her lip. I look at her lips, trying to look away but that smile—not even a smile, a grin which makes me weak to my stomach.
I hear something falling beneath the table and I look at Natalie confused as she raises her eyebrows.
I go to look beneath the table but I feel the side of her foot running up the slit in my dress. I keep looking at her, she squints just the slightest at me which makes me break the eye contact.
"You are a mess, beautiful." Her foot drops and I immediately look at her.
"What?"
"Your heart is racing, Darling. You're nervous, aren't you?" She glances to her glass in the table before back at me.
I cross my arms.
"What are you doing to me?" I huff and she smiles.
"I'm doing nothing." She picks back up her fork and I tap my foot beneath the table—she just made me all weird. I can't sit through this now.
"Wait—I want to do that spaghetti thing in the movies." I pick up one noodle, putting it in my mouth. She laughs blowing out the candles, I find the end of it, holding it out to her. She takes it looking at me.
I try not to laugh as we move closer to each other eating the spaghetti. I close my eyes meeting her lips.
I slowly pull back looking at her.
I lean forward, kissing her again, then again. She cups my face, keeping me in the kiss and preventing me from pulling back.
I smile against her soft lips as mine part just enough for her tongue to slip into my mouth. Her tongue moves against mine, a smile staying on my lips as I keep kissing her, moving my mouth slowly against hers.
She pulls back and I slowly open my eyes, noticing my lipstick on Natalie's lips. I begin laughing as she does too.
"You messed up my lipstick." I lean forward kissing her cheek and she pulls back.
"And you are getting lipstick all over me." She speaks, I stand up holding my hand out to her.
"Bed."
"No dessert?"
"None for you, I can have my dessert now if you allow me to." I speak and she hums standing up.
"Why can't our dates ever last? We always end up leaving the table to go fuck." She laughs and I walk backwards looking at her.
"Because we're both desperate, horny messes who love showing each other much pleasure." I smile and she rolls her eyes.
"Or maybe it's one of us who is constantly horny and she does whatever she can to get me turned on." She grabs my waist making me gasp as I get pulled against her.
"I like my body feeling pleasure, is that such a crime?"
"Most of the time actually, like when I'm driving..or at work maybe?" She hums and I pull away from her walking up the stairs...and of course...earning a hard slap to my poor and innocent ass.
My hand goes back immediately as I bite my lip.
"Sorry—that was too hard." She laughs, running up to the step below me, kissing my neck and I huff.
"You love leaving me with marks."
"I do. Once you allow me to." She holds my waist and I push her hands away.
"You're being a bottom tonight." I smile turning around as I walk to our new bedroom, looking at her. She drops her shoulders as she stops walking.
"No."
"Yeah, Natalie. I know you want to be on the bottom receiving pleasure you just don't like to admit it, but I love pleasuring you. I love tasting you—hearing your moans but you always hold back something. Loosen up tonight, it's been three years. Let me touch you and let yourself say what you want to. It's not embarrassing, I've seen your soft side already." I walk back against the door and she begins walking closer.
"You're an enchantress." She looks at me as I open the door, holding it open for her.
"Good girl." I say as she walks into the room, I go to slap her ass because it's been done one too many times to me but she turns around catching my wrist. My eyes widen as I look to her.
"Let's remember who owns that title, shall we?" She smiles and I lean back against the door—I'm intimidated. Maybe I should be on the bottom...No. No?
"Can I ever be a top?" I huff, I mean fully without her demands. I want to be full in control—making her nervous like how she makes me.
She lets go of my wrist and I close the bedroom door before turning back to her again.
"Mhm, I'll take orders I suppose. What do you want me to do?" She questions and I glance to the bed.
"Sit down." I say and she nods turning around slowly, not missing the chance to glance over her shoulder at me. I look away so I don't sink to my knees for this woman.
I follow her, looking to the floor.
"Maybe you need to ask that question to yourself." Natalie speaks, low and I take a breath before looking to her, meeting those captivating eyes.
"What?"
"You asked me if you could ever be a top, look me in the eye while speaking, do I get nervous when I'm fucking you?" She searches my eyes and my eyes begin to burn—this is too difficult.
"No."
"Exactly. You're not believing in yourself, beautiful. I can switch this around in two seconds but if you looked me in the eye and used that confidence I know you have—I would listen to each word from that pretty mouth of yours." She looks up at me and I straighten up nodding.
"Okay—lay back." I speak and she doesn't move, still looking up at me. I look away quickly before looking back.
"Oh my god—Natalie, I can't—you still make me nervous. It's—" I shut up as she stands up, I look away and she lifts my chin.
"You have the confidence, I know you do. You're letting your nerves get the better of you. You say the most despicable things to me while fucking me, while I'm a moaning mess beneath you because you know you're doing good...You need to use your words to do good before you lay your hands on me too." She speaks and I look up at her.
"Those eyes you're giving me, you look like you're about to sink to your knees." She smiles and I push her hand away, I move my hand to her stomach, pushing her to sit down.
She falls down looking up at me.
"She's learning."
"Or maybe I'm playing the good girl act to let you have some confidence before I strip it from you." I slip my fingers beneath the straps of her dress, pulling them down.
"Mhm, I can still see the anxiety in your eyes, come on." She laughs—she laughs like I'm pathetic, I meet her eye glaring and she nods at me.
"Good girl, that's it." She says in a low tone almost humming as I pull her dress down more.
"Stand up." I demand—the tone of my voice surprising me. I can only imagine what it does to Natalie. She obeys immediately almost making my mouth fall open but I'm annoyed so I hold back.
"Sounds like you're going to punish me."
"Maybe I will, you deserve it." I look at her again, she stills smiling—grinning like it's funny. I will wipe that smile right off her face.
"Mhm, are you going to leave me with some marks?" She questions, lifting my jaw and I push her hand away.
"Natalie." I huff and she pulls away as I push the dress down her hips.
"I apologise, I'll be a good girl for you I suppose." She sits back down, my stomach swoops—I'm going to go crazy or end up on the bottom...
I shake off the nerves looking down at her.
"Did I tell you to sit down?" I ask and again—that grin as she looks up at me.
"Sorry...." She stands and I want to roll my eyes back—I'm terrible. She knows what she's doing—okay, enough.
"Sit down." I say and she laughs sitting down, I bend down, holding the back of one of her calves to lift her leg. I slip off her heel before doing the same to the other.
I stand again, stepping right in front of her, towering over her because she's sitting. I grab her chin roughly, making her look at me. Her eyes search mine—be mean, Diana, she's mean.
"You said you were allowing me to top you so fucking do that. Stop with the bratty act because I don't like it and I will make you regret it. I can be cold too. If you hold back when I touch you, I will stop. I may get weak for you but I'm going to be mean if you keep acting like a brat." I say and she looks up at me, her eyes changing as her pupils dilate. I am scaring myself but her shield is definitely cracking so I must be doing something to her.
She bites her lip, smiling slightly as I keep a tight hold on her jaw.
"Got it?" I ask, annoyed and my tone of voice kind of scares me once again.
"Mhm, I'll be good for you, beautiful, so good." She smiles up at me and I drop my hand, pushing away what I want right now.
"Take off your underwear." I say and she stands—not complaining or giving me looks...She just does it—what is her plan—why is she listening.
I ignore her, slipping out of my own dress quickly while she pushes her panties down her legs, her hands running slowly down her legs. She drops them to the floor before running her hands back up her legs. She looks to me, giving me one of her looks, her eyes fully focused on me making me weak to my stomach.
"Lay down and spread your legs." I tell her, trying to keep my voice confident? Either way, I see the corner of her lips twitching—I'm so demanding—my tone. I think I would be afraid of me right now.
I strip completely, pushing my own underwear down my legs and stepping out of them.
"Yes, ma'am." She mumbles laying back on her elbows, opening her legs.
"Attitude." I say and she bites her lip looking at me.
"Come here and I'll make it up—"
"Turn over." I demand and she furrows her eyebrows.
"Turn onto your stomach, Natalie, now." I say and she turns over, leaning up on her elbows, she glances back to me as I slap her—she gasps loudly, her body jolting. I pull my hand away from her ass quickly as she lets out a breath.
"Keep up the attitude and I'll do it harder. And you won't get any pleasure with it." I say and she nods her head.
"You're a quick learner. It's hot, my love." She is going to kill me.
"Do you want to keep going?" I ask, lifting my hand again and she shakes her head.
"No, darling, I'll be on my best behaviour—I promise now." She smiles looking away and I push her thighs apart.
I kneel onto the bed, running my fingers along her wet slit, she pulls at the blanket slightly. I push my finger past her folds, just slightly feeling how wet she is.
I pull away from her and she lets go of the blanket, looking back at me.
"What's that look for?" I question and she bites her lip.
"Touch me, beautiful."
"You're not telling me what to do tonight, pretty girl. Don't give me those eyes. You're supposed to be the top, remember? I don't think you do because you look like you want to be fucked so bad." I whisper, leaning into her ear and she keeps looking up at me.
I lean down, kissing her shoulder as I run the tips of my fingers along her thigh. Her back arches down against the sheets slightly and I smile against her skin.
"You want me to beg, is that it?" She turns her head, whispering by my ear and I pull away from her shoulder so I can look down on her.
"I think you want to beg...Is that it?" I ask and she searches my eyes. I trail my fingers higher as I chew my lip—feeling confident in the eye contact.
"Please fuck me." She speaks while looking me in the eye, it takes everything in me to not react like a mess.
I move my fingers back to her entrance and she looks away, down at the sheets as her legs separate more.
"Is that all you have?" I question and I hear her mumbling something which sounds a little too much like "fuck sake".
I slap her ass again, her body jumps slightly as she sucks in a breath.
"Oh...I am going to kill you after this." She mumbles in between the breath and my heart races but I focus.
"Keep going, I won't touch—"
"Please fuck me, I have begged already. I want your fingers inside me—I want you to touch me like you always do. Please. Are you happy now?" She looks up at me and I smile. She looks away sighing.
I wait for her to go to look back to me before I push my fingers into her, filling her while she tightens at the feeling of my fingers inside her.
She hums looking back, glancing up to me. I use my other hand to hold her jaw, moving my fingers into her core while I lean down, kissing at her neck.
"Your fingers feel so good inside me, darling. Thank you." She breathes heavy, I move my hand from her chin to her hair, pulling it as I move my fingers harder.
I suck at her neck and get a moan—I don't think she's smiling anymore. I meant what I said. I can be a top and I can definitely make Natalie a bottom.
My grip loosens on her hair as she kisses my arm quickly, I smile pulling my arm away. I pull back from her neck, I move my hand to her back, pushing down slightly as the pace of my fingers picks up, she's so wet and hot—she feels so good and sounds it when she's not holding back.
"Oh—Diana, please." She moans gripping onto the duvet and I bite my lip, a lump forming in my throat at Natalie begging.
I slow my pace and she shakes her head.
"More, I want more words." I say, my voice not straight now—it's breathy.
"Don't stop fucking me—please, you're doing so fucking good—I feel so good—such a good girl for me, aren't you?" She moans, pulling at the bedsheets and I smile, moving my fingers harder—turned on from her words which also make me want to fuck her harder.
"Is that good?" I whisper and she nods quickly as she moans.
"So fucking good." She grits out between her teeth making me want to drop down beside her and begin begging for her.
"Diana—Beautiful, I'm coming, please." She moans loudly—moaning my name twice—breathy. Her begging could make me die in this moment.
Her wet core tightens up around my fingers, her legs bending up to meet ass as her legs shut and I keep going not wanting her pleasure to end so fast.
Her face goes to the sheets, cursing and moaning into them as her grip stays tight against the blanket. I wait for her hands to loosen on the sheets before pulling my hand away from between her legs.
She lifts her head letting out her heavy breaths.
"You're such a good bottom." I smile holding my fingers out for her to taste herself. She glares at me.
"Shut up and fuck me again." She says and my eyes almost widen.
"What?"
"I want to be fucked, darling, come on." She says and I push her by her shoulder, moving her onto her back as I get on top of her.
"Wait...Move one leg between mine." She breaths heavy—still from her last orgasm, she straightens out her right leg and I move my left leg over her body, my knee by her hip while she reaches down to lift my right leg to rest between her legs.
She grabs my hip as she spreads her legs. She sits up slightly looking down.
"Spread your legs."
"I'm the top—"
"I know, but I want to feel my pussy against yours, so take one order from me and I'll be good for you again." She says and I spread my legs more.
She pulls my hip down and I do—I feel her hot entrance against mine, the feeling makes my hips move down against her. Then again, until I feel her—how wet her cunt is against mine.
I meet her eye and she bites her lip smiling as she nods.
"Keep doing that, it's perfect." She whispers, staying up on her elbows, I move down against her more making me moan as I reach back, holding onto her thigh as I move myself against her.
I glance to Natalie who keeps nodding before we both moan at the pleasure, I hold onto her thigh as I move myself faster causing the both of us to moan louder.
"Oh my god." I moan, moving myself harder before I shake slightly, Natalie grabs my free hand, threading her fingers through mine.
"Just like that, keep going." She moans as I bend over her, moving my hips continuously as I rub against her, feeling so much pleasure—feeling perfect.
"Natalie, that feels so good." I whisper and she moans nodding, forcing herself to look in my eyes. I hold her gaze, seeing the desire through her green eyes as her pupils stay dilated, the sparkle in them—a look filled with desire but also so much love.
It makes me feel better—past the pleasure—just the eye contact with her. It makes me feel good.
She helps me, her free hand holding my waist tightly, pulling me down against her. I cry out gripping onto both her hand and her thigh as I feel her rubbing against me, the pleasure builds up making my head fall back as Natalie moans loudly—the sound of both of us moaning turning me on so much more, especially with her breathy ones that never fail to make my stomach jump.
"That's it—good girl, come on my pussy, beautiful." She moans, I squeeze my eyes shut as I force my body to keep moving against hers despite the overwhelming pleasure and my legs shutting.
"I'm coming—I'm coming—oh my god." I whimper, my body feeling more pleasure but also more sensitive. Natalie's leg hits against mine as she also comes, I whine loudly, Natalie's grip being the only thing that can keep me going due to the weak feeling through my body.
"Shit." Natalie whimpers, I keep my eyes squeezed shut because of how much pleasure I'm feeling, between her whimpering and the tightening feeling throughout my whole body.
Natalie's grip loosens and I fall down against her, breathing heavy. She hums a little as she also breaths heavy, sounding exhausted and completely out of breath.
"Holy fuck." She takes a breath and I laugh a little.
"You're getting old." I whisper and she moves her hand down my back.
"Oh, no, I don't think so. I could still for a few hours, seems like the one who's supposed to be on top tonight is down already." She whispers, half laughing and I push myself up.
"I'm not done—I haven't even tasted you yet." I move myself back between her spread legs, I move down her body, kissing down her chest while her hand goes to my hair. I stay up on my knees despite the weak feeling from my orgasm.
"Always desperate for a taste." She laughs and I kiss her stomach humming.
"How can I not be when you taste so devine?" I look up at her as she moves her thighs onto my shoulders.
"You're talking a lot, put that pretty mouth to use. I'm waiting." She moves my hair back and I kiss lower, teasing just slightly.
"Diana."
"Who's supposed to be in control tonight?" I ask, moving my fingers to her clit, rubbing gently. She closes her eyes taking in a breath as she leans up on her elbows.
"Nothing to say, pretty?" I smile a little, just to annoy her. I lean down, licking her just to taste her.
"I have a lot to say to your sorry ass, but I want to come so I'll keep quiet. We will see who's quiet when you're below me wanting to come." She breathes out and I smile, using my fingers to part her folds as I taste her more.
I drag my tongue along her, humming before I focus on her clit, I lick at it before sucking which gets a quiet hum out of her—almost a moan.
I move two of her fingers, teasing her slightly which leads to a heavy sigh. I move my fingers into her smiling while I suck on her clit. I flick my tongue against her causing her body to jump.
My free hand moves around her thigh, I run my fingers along her stomach as I move my fingers inside her. She tightens perfectly around them, I lick at her once more before looking up to meet her eye.
I move my fingers to a faster pace, Natalie finally letting out a moan, it's almost a whimper. Of course the sounds from her turn me on more, I move harder, both my fingers and tongue.
She breathes harder gripping onto my hair as her walls tighten just slightly more around my fingers meaning she's getting closer to her climax.
I hum against her as she lets out another breathy moan, I could melt because of her.
"Fuck me—just like that." Natalie moans louder and I could moan because of her, the way she nods her head as she bites her lip while her eyebrows furrow, the sounds she's making and the way her body reacts to my touch.
"Don't stop." She begs while she also tightens around my fingers and I lick at her clit harder causing her legs to shake, I smile as I keep going allowing her to feel her high as long as possible.
She turns into a mess beneath me, moaning and trembling but still begging. I'm beginning to realise the effect I have on Natalie. Natalie who is cold to everyone except me, Natalie who would definitely kill someone just to protect me.
She slowly relaxes and I pull away, Natalie lifts her shaky thighs off of my shoulders, relaxing her legs on the bed as she wipes her hand over her face.
I lick my fingers looking up at her, her chest rises and falls quickly before she meets my eye.
"Come here." She nods and I move up her body quickly, she grabs my neck pulling me down into a kiss.
✺
I lay with Natalie beneath the blanket, resting my lips against her shoulder after giving her one too many kissing while she looks up at the ceiling, both of us exhausted from the sex. Which went on for far too long—the last round, I ended up crying. Natalie of course stopped to make sure I was okay even though I begged her not to stop. She didn't care about the pleasure when I was crying which is a good thing.
Usually aftercare comes right after we finish but we're both so exhausted that we went for a shower together, which did consisted of helping each other get clean and small kisses and laughs. Natalie gave me a really nice head massage when she put the shampoo in my hair though.
We both dried our hair but didn't even bother getting into pyjamas.
I can't get over how she was tonight though, she actually let me touch her. I gave orders and she listened. More than she ever has, she's always holding something back but she really just let everything loose tonight.
Her arm wraps around me, pulling me closer, I smile resting my head against her shoulder.
"I am ashamed of myself." I whisper and she scratches my head a little making me close my eyes for a second.
"Why?"
"Because I said horrible things during whatever that was...seriously—what time is it? My legs hurt and so does my jaw." I huff and Natalie laughs.
"Oh like you don't eat me out often."
"Natalie, if I hear anymore dirty talk I think I might cry again, don't start." I drop my head against her and she begins kissing my cheek gently and repeatedly making my smile—and my cheeks to hurt because of how much I've smiled.
"You're getting old—"
"I think we were at it for one to two business days by how I feel—shut up. Seriously—I think I spent half of it with my head between your legs so don't even." I groan, lifting my hand to my jaw.
"I taste that good, hm?"
"I hate you." I whine a little, turning away from her and she laughs. She's not wrong though...why do I do this to myself. It was almost as if I would never be able to taste her again.
"I'm sorry, I'll keep my legs closed for a month or two." She pulls me back against her, her arm wrapping around my waist.
"A week."
"Alright, a week, I'll mark it in the calendar—"
"I might feel differently in the morning actually..."
"Five days?"
"No—I mean in the morning."
"Jesus Christ." She laughs and I smile covering her hand, threading my fingers through hers.
It did get slower near the end, Natalie got on top but she wasn't fast. She was slow, gently kissing me and I think that's why I began crying...there was a lot more emotion.
"We don't talk about what I said ever, got it?" She asks and I laugh squeezing her hand.
"What? Your begging?" I whisper as she pulls the blanket over us more.
"Shut up."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I don't beg, only for you, only you will ever know that I begged willingly." She kisses the side of my head and I close my eyes.
"I won't tell a soul that Natalie Snow begged for it."
"Diana."
"Begged like a good girl." I joke and she grips my hair making me laugh more as she begins laughing too.
"You're never allowed on top again."
"No—that's not fair—I was joking." I look back to her quickly, she smiles at me and I turn over kissing her quickly.
"Thank you for tonight, not just the sex, as good as it was...My favourite part was seeing everything you set up, it really does mean a lot to me. The pasta was delicious too—this ring is something I never would have imagined, it's so beyond perfect and I'm so thankful for it. I'm so thankful for you." She says and I kiss her again.
"You're welcome, I guess." I shrug and she cups my face, kissing me back.
"I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." She tucks my hair behind my ear as she leans up on her elbow, looking down on me.
"Me too. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else. Not even Taylor swift." I say and she smiles down at me, I smile back while looking at her.
"Happy three years, Darling."
"Happy three years to you too, baby." I lean up, kissing her again, for the millionth time today.
A/n
This chapter is 9k words...and it might as well be the death of me. I spent three hours today editing this so be grateful!! 🫶🎀💐
Happy Valentine's Day!! I hope everyone is having a somewhat good day, from the previous chapter I know most of us don't have a valentine.
The closest thing I got, was a happy valentines text from the girl I am completely obsessed with at exactly midnight...she may also be a girl all my friends have told me to stop talking to but...It's Valentine's Day, I have to be nice to her. (save me)