Page 114 of Dream On, Ramona Riley

“Which is your favorite?” Dylan asked.

Ramona smiled down at her toys, her cheeks flushing a gorgeous pink.

“Tell me,” Dylan said, sliding her hands up Ramona’s thighs.

Ramona held up the red butterfly. “This one.”

“Good,” Dylan said, smirking. “Looks fun.”

Ramona laughed. “It is. You want to tell me why I need it right now?” She rolled her hips a little, making Dylan gasp and then laugh too.

“You need it,” Dylan said, squeezing her thighs, “because I want you to come while going down on me.”

Ramona’s eyes widened, then she smiled. “I think I can do that.”

“I know you can.”

Ramona put the other toys back in the drawer, then Dylan sat up again and kissed her. Kissed her deep and long, pulling at her lower lip with her teeth, tugging to the point of pain, but Ramona just moaned, kissed her back, her hands going to Dylan’s tits.

“Yeah,” Dylan said, and Ramona unhooked her bra, then dipped her head to get one of Dylan’s breasts in her mouth. “Fuck.” Dylan sucked in a breath, tilting her head back. Ramona’s mouth was magic, tongue swirling and teeth grazing her skin, lips full and soft. Dylan needed them on her cunt as soon as possible.

“Baby,” she said.

“Tell me,” Ramona said. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” Dylan said, her thoughts going fuzzy as Ramona’s work on her tits continued. “Your mouth. Now.”

“Thank god,” Ramona said, lifting her lips to Dylan’s. “Because I’m dying to taste you.”

Dylan gasped a laugh, then watched as Ramona got off her, slipped her underwear down her legs. She was a goddess—silky skin, a perfect triangle between her thick thighs. Dylan wanted her mouth on Ramona’s pussy too, but one thing at a time.

“Put your toy in,” Dylan said.

Ramona licked her bottom lip, a shy smile on her lips. She picked up the toy from the bed.

“I bet you don’t even need any lube,” Dylan said. “So wet for me already.”

“I am,” Ramona said. “Soaked.”

“Show me.”

Ramona slid her fingers between her legs, dipped inside in a way that made Dylan groan. When she pulled her hand away, her fingers were glistening. She stepped closer to the bed and offered them up. Dylan sat up, grabbed her wrist, and took her fingers into her mouth.

“God,” Dylan said, sucking and licking. “Tastes so good.”

“I want to taste you,” Ramona said, her voice a perfect whine. “Please.”

“Get that toy in your cunt, then,” Dylan said, releasing Ramona’s now-clean fingers.

Ramona didn’t smile shyly this time. She set one leg on the bed, then positioned the toy at her entrance. It slid in so easily, inch by inch, the butterfly base coming to rest against her pussy.

“God,” Dylan said. “I could watch you do that all day.”

Ramona laughed, but it was breathy, desperate. “Feels really good.”

“Fuck yourself with it,” Dylan said. “Just for a minute.”

Ramona obeyed, holding on to the base and moving the toy in and out of her cunt. She moaned, grabbed Dylan’s knee with her free hand, hips working into the toy.