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the room was filled with light when lucy woke up. feeling the slight soreness in her thighs, the english woman was reminded of the reason why they hadn’t bothered to close the curtains last night. the splitting sensation of the sun hitting her eyes wasn’t a pleasurable one by any means, but when lucy turned her face a little to the side, any annoyance she could have possibly felt faded, and left space only for admiration.
ona looked ethereal in the morning light. then again, she looked beautiful practically anywhere, on anything. the sunrays hitting her hair made the faded and grown out highlights look like liquid caramel, and the freckles adorning her nose were even clearer in this moment. lucy could spend eternity in this very frame of their life and never ask for anything else.
they had fallen asleep cuddling. but like always, ever since the first night they slept together, they moved around enough that ona’s legs were sprawled across lucy’s, her arms were pinning lucy to the bed, and her head was completely out of the pillow, long strands of hair flowing everywhere. lucy still thought she was the most beautiful woman ever.
carefully lifting her hand, lucy caressed her girlfriend's cheek. the light touch made ona stir in her sleep, and lucy noticed the hairs on the spaniard’s arm standing up, the younger girl shivering from the contact. it wasn’t long before lucy found herself thinking about the events of the previous night, a big feeling of accomplishment hitting her. being able to bring her girlfriend to tears of pleasure was one of the great prides of lucy’s life.
lucy's reminiscing was cut short by ona, who was just starting to wake up. as the spaniard opened her eyes, lucy couldn't help but let herself melt, a smile slowly creeping onto her face as she looked at the woman in front of her. ona's eyes opened slowly, her dark lashes seemingly weighing a ton, trying to pull her back to sleep. as soon as she saw lucy was awake, though, she fought to keep them open.
“bon dia” ona said, voice laced with sleep, even deeper than usual.
“mornin’. sleep well?” lucy asked, her own voice also a little rough.
“yeah. you?” lucy simply nodded in response. ona lifted herself just enough to reach lucy and give her a light kiss on the lips “wanna go get breakfast?”
“actually” lucy said, smirking. ona knew exactly what it meant “i was thinking we could… postpone eating. just for a moment, of course.”
“of course” ona was sporting a smile of her own. practically every morning was like this - they woke up in a haze from their previous night, and did it all over again. it was one of the only reasons ona had for waking up early.
slowly, lucy started to drag herself towards ona. with her thighs on each side of the spaniard, she began kissing down ona's neck, licking the marks she had left there just a few hours before.
“hm, that feels good, amor” ona told her with that groggy voice that made lucy's heart swell.
the t-shirt ona was wearing, that lucy had helped her into last night, was discarded quickly as the english woman worked her way down her girlfriend's body. kisses and soft touches were spread everywhere, and by the time lucy reached her heat, ona was already so worked up there was a wet patch on her underwear.
with her mouth hot on the inside of ona's thigh, lucy's voice came out low and sensual, albeit a little muffled “hm, this all for me, baby?”
“yeah” ona's voice was breathy already, and lucy couldn't help but smile a little.
“i make you this wet, love?”
“ ‘m always wet for you, luce.”
“hm, i know. my good girl is always ready for me, right?”
“please, lucy” ona pleaded, more eager by the minute as she felt lucy's fingers playing with the hem of her underwear.
letting her teeth graze ona's skin a little, lucy was tempted to tease her girlfriend well into the hours they had on their rest day. but, feeling a little needy herself, she granted them both the mercy of removing the white cotton panties the spaniard had on.
“my god i'll never get tired of this” lucy muttered, more to herself than ona, really.
pulling her hair into a makeshift bun at the bottom of her head, lucy wasted no time getting herself buried in her girlfriend's cunt. the scent of ona overwhelmed her senses, the soft skin covered in wetness making her head spin. letting her tongue do all the work, lucy lapped everything ona so generously offered her, and pulled the most sinful sounds from the spaniard in the process.
ona was squirming, and lucy knew exactly what she wanted. she knew her girlfriend enough to know that she was never fully satisfied without something inside her, filling her pussy to the brim. but she was also familiar with the way it made ona’s toes curl whenever she kept her fingers just at her entrance, teasing but never quite giving in to her desperate whines.
with her right hand, lucy kept the tips of her middle and ring fingers just short of pushing inside of ona. still sucking on her clit, she was amused at how this never failed to get her girlfriend squirming at her hands, scrambling to get a hold of anything, usually lucy's hair. feeling the slight pull on her scalp, the english woman couldn't help but let out a moan of her own.
“please, lucy. inside, please” ona begged, arching her back more with each passing minute.
“hm i don't think so, baby. think i'm gonna keep you here just like this for as long as i want.”
“no, please! please just- fuck, need your fingers luce” it always entertained lucy, how ona was never beyond pleading for her pleasure. every time, it was like this - she teases her just a little, and ona breaks out in pleads for lucy to fuck her.
“does my baby girl need to be fucked, is that it?” lucy hushed, her head still in between ona’s thighs. feeling how the spaniard was getting impatient, and not wanting to be too cruel, lucy took out her hand from ona’s pussy and started rubbing soothing motions on both her thighs, slowly moving upwards and reaching ona’s hips, her waist, and then her tits.
the entire scene looked very sexy, ona was sure. but right now she didn’t want to be sexy, she wanted to be fucked. so, in her best and most practiced bratty voice, she begged again. a little different this time, though.
“please, lucy. my pussy’s so wet, i’m so needy for you. was so good when you fucked me last night, want your big cock again” at that, lucy’s hands stilled, and her tongue once again left ona’s clit.
the english woman was at an impasse – she could either satisfy her girlfriends whinings by flipping her over, eating her out from the back and subsequently fucking her to next week, or she could draw out her own game and keep torturing her.
so she decided to do both.
she kissed the inside of ona’s thigh, all the way to her pussy, leaving one or two hickeys on the way. “you know i’ll always take care of my greedy slut.”
with that, lucy’s mouth latched onto ona’s clit again, immediately starting the circling motions and the just-right pressure she’d learned made ona’s mind into putty. she wasn’t giving up on her plan to unravel the spaniard without so much as a finger inside her.
lucy was a messy eater. from the first time she had her mouth on a girl, she wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty with it. giving messy, sloppy head was her passion, and with a girlfriend who was slick at the mere touch of a finger, lucy considered herself the happiest woman on earth.
“shit, wettest pussy i’ve ever seen, babe. love you, love this cunt” ona could barely register the words lucy was saying to her, much less formulate a response beyond the loud moan that left her throat.
lucy was everywhere, overwhelming her senses, touching all over her body, and her tongue never stopped swirling on her clit, except to tease her entrance and slurp the sweet sweet fluid that was gathering there. ona felt like she was going insane, trying to get a hold of anything, grabbing the sheets till her knuckles turned white. her legs couldn’t keep still with lucy’s tongue rubbing over that exact spot on her clit that made her see stars, and her neck was starting to hurt from how much she was turning her face to try to hide within the pillows. when she felt a hand go up to her left breast to fondle it and play with her nipple, she was done for.
in a silent scream of lucy’s name, and letting out the heaviest breaths of her life, ona reached her peak, realising everything inside her in small spurts all over their bed sheets and lucy’s face. she wasn’t a stranger to squirting, but it had never happened to her before. she could die of embarrassment in this moment, and her neck be damned, because now she was hiding her face even more.
“fuck, love, that was so hot” when lucy’s face came up and ona took a very quick look at her girlfriend before hiding away again, this time covering her face with her hands, she could see the english woman was drenched with her fluids. even the tip of her nose was glistening, and lucy was smiling like she had just won a trophy.
she grabbed ona’s hands and pulled them away from her face, but the spaniard still refused to open her eyes. lucy kissed her pouty lips lovingly, stroking ona’s hair with her fingers and using her free hand to reach for ona’s “look at me, my love.”
“hm, no quiero” came ona’s bratty response.
“please?” lucy asked, softly moving her hand from ona’s hair to stroke her face, also kissing her cheek and temple.
“ ‘m embarrassed.”
“why, baby?”
“got you all wet. and the bed too. never did that before” ona leaned into the touch on her face, slightly rubbing her nose on the palm of lucy’s hand.
“well i hope you're willing to do it again. that was so hot, baby, i wanna see you squirting for me all the time now” ona started to slowly open her eyes, making brief eye contact with lucy and immediately turning away and looking down.
“hm, you're the one who's going to change the sheets though” lucy let out a throaty chuckle at her girlfriend's playful comment, but stopped once she looked at ona again.
the entire scene in front of her could've been painted during the renaissance. ona's hair all messy and thrown around the pillows. her face a little sweaty from their activities. the slope of her nose a perfect straight line, leading down to the most sinful pair of lips a woman could ever possess. lucy's breath was taken away by her lover's beauty for what was probably the thousandth time ever since they started dating.
“marry me.”
“what?”
“what?”
“what did you say, just now?” ona asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity.
“marry me? please?” lucy repeated, now feeling a little embarrassed that she did it like that.
“you're- you're proposing? right now?!” ona was a little discombobulated by the suddenness of the action. lucy wanted to marry her?
“yes? i mean, i can do it again at another time, maybe when we're not naked but… yeah. i'm asking you to marry me.”
“yes!” ona practically shouted, almost giving herself whiplash with how quickly she moved her hands and upper back to grab and kiss lucy “oh my god, yes i'll marry you!”
they kissed again, this time a lot slower. lucy's lips tasted like ona, and maybe this wasn't the ideal moment for such a thought, but it got the spaniard going all over again. so, in a burst of adrenaline, she flipped them and got on top of her girlfriend, scrambling to take lucy’s underwear off.
leaning down to kiss her again, ona slotted their legs together, whimpering when she felt her cunt touch lucy's.
“fuck, lucy, want you so bad.”
“yeah, baby? grind that pussy on me, c'mon” their voices were breathy, and lucy's right hand came up to touch ona's cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear on the way “wanna see your pretty face when you cum all over me.”
lucy's wetness was mixing with her own, and the feeling of their clits coming in contact was like electricity running through her veins. ona was in complete bliss, the glide of their pussies together driving her mad.
“fuck, i love you, baby” lucy's voice was strained with the effort of staying in the right position, and her ab and lower back muscles burned, but it didn't matter. the english woman couldn't focus on anything but the sight in front of her, her girlfriend coming undone on top of her body, completely relinquishing any control and inhibitions and giving way to pure pleasure.
the spaniard's tits moved in tandem with her body, and lucy didn't know where to keep her eyes. she could stare at her legs, where ona's juices were smeared all over. she could stare at her girlfriend's body, taking and taking, using lucy to please herself. and she could stare and ona's face, twisted in an expression of unadulterated bliss. scissoring wasn't something they did much – too complicated, usually didn't get any of them to cum, exerted their bodies more than it was worth. but right now, watching the scene in front of her, lucy could swear she never wanted to do anything else. maybe it wasn't the most stimulating, but it was the single hottest thing she had ever witnessed in her life, and just that was enough to get her clit throbbing.
ona’s heavy breathing and desperate moaning pulled her from her thoughts “hm luce, wanna cum.”
“then cum, love. do it, let me see you let go for me” lucy pulled ona’s neck down a little so she could reach her face, first shoving her thumb in ona's mouth and watching the spaniard lick it, and then guiding her down to kiss her, both women immediately parting their mouths and allowing their tongues to tangle into each other. feeling ona start to shake on top of her, and sensing her own orgasm approaching, lucy grabbed the spaniard's leg, pressing the muscle to the point of leaving marks “yes, my good girl. my fiancée.”
ona's body was pliant on top of hers as both women rode out their highs, hips still slightly buckling as they felt the last waves of pleasure dissipating. still feeling the haze of the moment, the proposal and the sex, lucy was calming herself down. meanwhile, half on top of her, ona was already falling asleep. the english woman figured that was the best outcome their morning could have, and shut her eyes as well. she could change the sheets later. it wasn't even that bad anyway.
a couple of hours later, lucy had woken up to the exact same scene as before: her girlfriend sprawled around their bed. laughing to herself, and getting a little deja vu, she got up and started on making actual breakfast. it wasn't long before lucy realised something, though.
she was engaged.
lucy bronze was engaged to be married to the love of her life. oh wow. what a feeling.
now with a little pep in her step, lucy felt like going all out. pulling the bacon and eggs from their freezer, she planned on waking her fiancée up with breakfast in bed. a nice little cliche she felt like they deserved. not because they did anything to deserve it, but just because their love was to be celebrated. and what better than food to go with it?
meanwhile, ona awoke in their room, alone in bed. rubbing her eyes and avoiding the mirror so as to not see the mop of hair that was certainly on her head, the spaniard felt quite different from her girlfriend.
what if lucy regretted it? she probably only asked it in the heat of the moment, she didn't actually mean it. but then, what's she supposed to do with that? the last thing ona wants is to come up to lucy and ask ‘hey so, you don't actually want to marry me, right? no, it's alright. actually no, it's not alright, i desperately want to marry you, but it's okay that you don't, i won't hold it against you. girlfriends again?”
so now, ona's head was going a million miles per hour. she felt like crying, and throwing up, and screaming all at the same time. she wanted to be lucy's wife, goddammit. but she didn't want lucy to remember their proposal as something she didn't plan on – something she didn't wish completely. what the hell is she supposed to do with this now?
not seeing a point in avoiding lucy, ona decided to just get up and go on with her day. if lucy mentioned it, they could talk about it. but if not, than, well. she didn't have a ring on her finger anyways.
the spaniard made quick work of putting her hair up and washing her mouth, also throwing some water on her face and staring at herself like it would actually give her any courage. it obviously didn't. but she headed towards their kitchen anyways, and the smell of breakfast might have cheered her spirits up a little. just a little, though.
ona keeps her steps as light as she can, but for someone who's supposed to be getting older, lucy's hearing for sure isn't getting any worse, and she hears ona coming into the room just as she steps in.
“morning, baby” the english woman says, immediately getting distracted with her task and moving to kiss ona good morning, giving the spaniard a light peck on the lips and hugging her waist for a moment.
“bon dia. you're making breakfast?” ona inquired, though the answer was pretty obvious. she couldn't bring herself to say what she actually wanted to say, though.
“sí. thought i'd wake you up with breakfast in bed, but you're too curious for that, aren't you?” lucy teased, getting back to the eggs on the pan.
“oh well…” ona's voice was so low lucy barely heard her response. the older woman could tell something was wrong, but she didn't know whether she should bring it up now or wait for them to eat. most of the food was done, so she decided to just plate everything and sit, she could ask while they ate.
the 5 minutes they spent in silence while ona ate her eggs with a piece of toast were enough to make lucy want to crawl out of her skin. what the hell was going on?
“what's wrong?” lucy blurted out, not being able to contain it anymore.
“what?”
“what's wrong? you're… quiet. and acting weird.”
“no, i'm not.”
“yes, you are.”
“no, i'm definitely not. i'm normal” ona cursed her voice for cracking. the betrayal of her vocal cords, to let lucy know she was, in fact, acting weird.
but, surprisingly, the english woman let it go. she stayed silent, focusing on her own plate of pancakes, and stared out of their kitchen window, trying to distract herself from the pit forming in her stomach. that is, until she heard sniffling.
“ona…” she dropped her fork and went around the table, grabbing ona's chair to turn it so they could face each other, and kneeling in front of her “what's wrong, baby, talk to me” she pleaded, grabbing the spaniard's hands.
ona wouldn't look her in the eye, trying to control her breathing and stop the tears from flowing down her face, and too embarrassed to even say anything. they were dating for almost two years now, and ona wasn't ready to face rejection from her own girlfriend.
“i- i don't…” she sniffled again, trying to put the words together properly in her head “did you really mean it?”
“mean what, love?” lucy was confused, to say the least. she woke up so happy for their new development, what had gotten ona in such a sad mood?
“when you- you know… when you asked me that” ona couldn't even say the words, too shy to put it into the universe and find out that lucy wasn't serious, or that she'd hallucinated the whole thing.
“you mean… when i asked you to marry me?”
“yeah…” ona wanted so badly to fidget with her fingers, but with lucy’s hands holding hers, the best she could do was play with the hem of her own t-shirt.
“of course i did, baby i- why would you think i didn’t? do y- do you not want to? you don't have to say yes okay, i know it was kind of spontaneous and in the heat of the moment, but i meant it. with everything in me. i want to marry you, ona” and god, lucy sounded so sure it made ona’s tears start all over again.
“it's just that- when you said it, i was so happy. but then we woke up and i wasn't sure you really wanted it. like you just did it because you were… high on pussy or something” there was a chuckle in the midst of her tears, at least, lucy thought.
“no, ona of course not, i- wait here okay? i'll be back in a minute” lucy requested, and ran to their room before ona could ask what she was doing, leaving the younger woman sitting dumbfounded at their kitchen table.
in less than a heartbeat, though, lucy was back with a little box hidden in her hands. ona gasped softly, both of her eyebrows raising when she saw her get down on one knee.
“i'm sorry i didn't do it right. you deserve something better, something beautiful. like at a beach, with candles, or something. but, ona, today… i asked you to marry me because i don't want to wait anymore. i just looked at you, and it's like my whole life was pointless if it didn't lead to here, with you in my arms” she then opened the small velvet box, revealing a gold band with an oval cut stone at the top. simple, but very elegant, and ona could tell it wasn't bought. she had seen it before, on diane's hand. “i've had this with me for a month now. told my mom i was thinking about doing it, but i couldn't find a ring that was just right. so she gave me hers. it was my grandma's before that, and now i- i want you to be the one to wear it until we can pass it along too. i tried thinking about the perfect way to ask, the perfect place. i know it might have seemed like i didn't plan on this but, baby, i've been thinking of doing it for months now. and if you tell me you want us to go to paris so i can do it in front of the eiffel tower, i'll do it, but… for now, i thought, maybe i could still call you my fiancée. will you marry me?”
the tears weren't stopping now, even if god himself were to demand it.
“yes!” ona threw herself down, knocking the chair a couple of meters back in the process. she was down on her own knees now, hugging lucy and kissing all over her face “yes, i'll marry you. in every life, everyday if i could, i'll marry you, lucy.”
both women were a little teary now, ona's face still damp from crying earlier, and lucy's eyes glossed over with unshed tears of her own. fumbling with her hands, lucy managed to take the ring from its hold in the box in between ona’s kisses. she made quick work of pulling her fiancée’s hand and slipping the band on her ring finger, admiring how it looked at the hand of the woman she loved most. this was it, the moment that sealed their love as something they were willing to commit forever to. ona couldn't imagine what it would be like to stand at an altar in front of her fiancée, swearing to love her for all of eternity.
grabbing lucy’s face roughly to kiss her some more, ona tipped their bodies so they were lying on the floor. she brought her left leg over so she would be straddling the english woman, and kept their chests flush together. their tongues met in a loving kiss that quickly went a different way, becoming a filth swapping of spit while ona ground her hips against lucy's.
“you're insatiable” lucy mused when their mouths briefly separated.
“you love it.”
with a huff, lucy took ona’s waist and pulled herself and her girlfriend up, subsequently grabbing the spaniard's right thigh, signaling for ona to jump and hoisting her up so she could carry her towards their bedroom. so what if they spent most of their time there, it was decorated to perfection for a reason.
throwing ona on the bed, lucy remembered her unfinished desires from their first round of the morning. she didn't bother to remove her girlfriend's shirt before she flipped the spaniard's body and climbed on top of her, spreading light kisses through ona’s jaw and neck.
lucy got close so she could whisper in her ear “don't think i forgot about this morning. think my beautiful fiancée deserves special treatment today, right princess?”
“hmm, yes lucy” ona was already squirming at her hold, legs moving around trying to get something going.
lucy didn't waste time in pulling off ona's underwear and getting her face in her girlfriend's pussy once again. with the best view of the ass she loves so much, she couldn't hold back from landing a slap on ona's right buttcheek, kneading it right after for the sole purpose of feeling the muscle.
the younger woman was already moaning into the pillows “ah, fuck! keep going, lucy!”
in this position, ona's wetness was seeping into lucy's tongue continuously, and it got the english woman all the more worked up. she was sure she could cum only from eating out her girlfriend – having done it before more than once – but she wasn't focused on that right now.
hearing ona's whines and pleas for more, lucy felt generous. she grabbed the spaniard's hips and pulled them up, still leaving ona face down on the bed. the english woman got on her knees and slotted her own thigh in between her girlfriend's legs so ona could run her clit again the muscle.
the reaction was immediate, and ona quickly started moving to get some friction, but lucy wasn't done yet. with a little difficulty and a lot of stretching, she bent down to get two fingers inside of ona's mouth.
“suck. get them wet for me” she ordered, and her girlfriend immediately obliged, taking all of it in her mouth and lathering lucy's fingers in her spit. “good girl. filthy girl, you love this, don't you?”
she removed her fingers from ona’s mouth, and was going to start working them inside the spaniard, but when she didn't get an answer to her question, only a whine, lucy used her other hand to slap ona’s ass again, this time a little harder.
“when i ask you a question, you answer. hear me?”
“hm yes!”
“yes what?” lucy's voice was low, and ona knew not to play with fire when the english woman was clearly in such a giving mood.
“yes, i love it! i love being your filthy slut, i'm your good slut” she breathed out, the ongoing pressure on her clit almost enough to make her cum, but the exertion on her body wouldn't allow it.
as soon as she said it though, lucy made good on her unspoken promise, and shoved two spit-soiled fingers inside of her. with her left hand on ona's hip, and the right one crooking it's fingers to hit and abuse her g-spot repeatedly, ona was as good as gone. she was moaning like a cheap slut and she couldn't care less about it.
the sounds in the room came straight from lucy's dirtiest fantasies. ona's moans mixed with the slick sounds coming from her pussy, and if she put a little effort into it, lucy could almost hear her own heavy breaths in the midst of it all.
lucy was completely hammering her hole now, her fingers coming out wetter and wetter every time. ona’s movements were getting more desperate, her hips becoming more erratic in their chase of pleasure. grinding faster on lucy's leg, ona didn't have an ounce of shame in asking for what she so desperately craved.
“please, lucy, i'm going to cum. can i cum?” her voice was strained from all the work it was putting in, and the spanish accent sounded even more pronounced.
“you can cum, baby. let it go, cum for me” lucy ordered, and she could feel ona’s orgasm tearing through the younger woman's body as she trembled against her, legs giving out and only being held in position by lucy's hands as her high kept going, prolonged by the older woman's fingers still slowly entering her, caressing her sweet sop gently.
ona started squirming in overstimulation when she realised her girlfriend wasn't stopping, though, “fuck, fuck lucy, i can't!”
“yes, baby. yes, you can. cum for me again and i'll let you rest, okay? just give me another one, i know you can” lucy's words were whispered in their room, but ona could hear them like they were being shouted directly in her ear. all of her senses were overloaded, and she could feel her entire body working to get her to reach her peak again.
she reached a hand to her own breasts, playing with her nipple to try and take the attention away from the burning pleasure in her centre. she couldn't though, and in what was probably seconds, but definitely felt like hours, she was close to coming again.
lucy kept her movements slow and focused, and ona was barely grinding her hips anymore, afraid that it would make her snap. her cunt was puffy and swollen, and she was sure it would be sore tomorrow. but with a simple touch on her g-spot, her vision went white, and her pussy gushed on the matress and lucy's leg, soaking them.
“shit, shit, shit!” her back was arching beyond capacity, and her legs couldn't even be held up anymore, body collapsing on the bed and taking lucy with her. her mouth was open in a silent scream for her girlfriend's name, and she could swear her ears were ringing for a moment.
“it's okay baby, you're okay” lucy soothed her, rubbing a hand against her back and adjusting their bodies with a light hand, slowly moving them so ona’s head was lying on her chest.
“fuck, that was good” was all the spaniard said when she managed to come back to earth. she was still lightheaded, but she hoped the feeling would last forever.
lucy chuckled, worried fading a little “you're a little heathen, you know that?”
“well, i don't even know what that word means, so i'm just going to take it as a compliment” the spaniard retorted, snuggling further onto lucy's chest, hearing her heartbeat slow down and her breaths even out.
lucy smiled down at her “honestly i'm pretty sure it's a bad term to refer to barbarians. but now most people just use it to say wild or some shit like that.”
“leave it to you to actually try to teach me english after that” ona rolled her eyes playfully, laughing a little as well.
they spent a moment in silence, just staring at each other's faces and memorising features here and there. it hit lucy again, for the second time that day.
“we're getting married” she stated, simply.
“yes. yes we are.”
“i love you, you know?” lucy pondered, allowing her hand to travel its way down ona's face for the umpteenth time that morning.
“well, i would hope so. but honestly lucy, you have got to change the sheets now.”