Maybe.

Natalie sighed. "I don't know, babe. That feels amazing. I just... it's a lot, you know?"

"I know," Naomi said sympathetically as she delicately drew her fingers up and down the length of Natalie's neck. "It's weird for me too. You know, it's really nice and relaxing in some ways, but if I think about it too much it's almost like vertigo. I've found it's much easier to just relax and let it happen."

"Mmm," Natalie replied, sinking back into her girlfriend with her eyes closed. Naomi delicately put her hands around her midsection. Her fingers strummed Natalie's belly like a harp, weaving in helix patterns and exerting a delicate pressure on her taut tummy.

"Let's brainstorm," Naomi said softly. "Do you love me?"

"Yes," Natalie said thickly. Her head was resting on Naomi's right breast now. Her calf twitched in voluntarily at the tickling sensation of Naomi's nails on her nipple.

"Good. I love you too, of course. So what do you want me to do differently? I won't be offended or upset. I can't be. I'll just listen and do exactly what you say. I can get started - you want me to start taking out the trash?"

Natalie giggled a little in spite of herself. Naomi's voice and her expert hands were so soothing and she was so very, very tired. "Yeah, for sure. And quit ordering the fanciest cocktail on the menu everywhere we go. Drink a beer every now and then."

"Of course," Naomi said gently. Her hands were reaching up across Natalie's chest to caress her face. "You know, you can cheat on me. It's not really cheating anymore."

"What the fuck?" Natalie's eyes opened but she didn't move to stop the massage. "Why would you say that to me?"

Naomi shrugged. "I've seen your roaming eye plenty of times. Don't worry, it doesn't bother me. If some Uber driver's ass is the best place for your eyes to be, then that's where I want them."

"Yeah, but cheating?" Natalie dimly registered that she hadn't bothered to deny the accusation. "That's not just looking, babe. That's serious."

"That's why I figured you wouldn't do it," Naomi chuckled as her hand drifted down Natalie's slender neck. "I just want you to know that it's ok. Or a threesome! If you wanted it a threesome would be awesome!"

"I, uh, I don't know..."

"Oh, babe, you know I know, right?" Naomi said with a laugh. "I've known for a while that you want one. I even know who you want to be the third!"

Natalie sighed. Naomi was rolling her one palm along her right breast and tickling her cheek with the other. "There's no-"

"Jason Pollard," Naomi said with some satisfaction.

"He's not- how do you even- Naomi, were you going through my computer?"

"No!" Naomi said. "I just notice things. Not just the way you stare at his abs every time he changes his shirt around us. When you talk about him, you get a look in your eye."

Now Natalie denied the accusations. "No I don't! What are you accusing me of?"

Her middle fingers tracing lazy circles along the edges of Natalie's areolas, Naomi chuckled. "Nothing! Nothing more than a normal, healthy sexual appetite. Even I have to admit Jason's hot! If I'm gonna have a threesome with a dude, I'm glad it's him."

"You just... what the fuck, Naomi?" Natalie repeated sleepily. "You don't have to have a threesome. I didn't even bring it up! What are you- ahh, that feels nice..."

Naomi was tickling her vulva in the most incredible way, her fingertips dancing across her sex as she radiated heat. "You... what are you doing? That's..."

"Now picture Jason," Naomi whispered and gently pushed two fingers into her girlfriend. As they began to gently circle, Natalie whimpered. "He's kissing you right now. Big, slobbery man kisses. Like a dog."

"You really are a lesbian," Natalie laughed. "But I get your ahhhhhHHH- I get your point. I'll cons-oh, fuck!"

She pitched forward as Natalie's fingers surrounded her clitoris. A wave of arousal hit her like a deep sea breaker and her stomach did a flip. Naomi's fingers were moving in a practiced circle, two inside of her and four above in perfect synchronization.

"You- You're gonna, I'm gonna oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna-"

Natalie's back cracked and she let out a howl in a register she didn't know she had. Her thighs clenched and her toes curled and her whole body pressed backwards against her girlfriend. Naomi was nibbling her fucking ear, and the sheer absurdity of having this beautiful intelligent woman as her servant and oh my God another wave of pleasure mixed with that idea, that idea that Naomi existed just for her and always would be and then Natalie was finally finished.

"What... what the fuck?" she panted raggedly after catching her breath.

"You keep saying that."