Page 115 of Dream On, Ramona Riley

“Jesus,” Dylan said. “You’re ridiculously sexy.”

Ramona couldn’t even respond, her chest flushed. Dylan wanted her to come, and soon.

Dylan scooted up a little so she was sitting up against the pillows. Then she spread her legs.

Ramona had stopped moving the toy inside her, her eyes fixed on Dylan’s cunt.

“God,” she said. “Perfect.”

“Put that mouth to better work,” Dylan said, her words terse but her tone soft.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ramona said, and Dylan swore to god, she could come just from Ramona staring at her, fucking herself, and doing exactly what Dylan told her to. It was all the sexier because Dylan knew Ramona loved it too, loved giving up control. It was what they both needed right now, what they wanted, and Dylan had never felt so safe.

She wanted Ramona to feel the same.

“Give me a color,” she said.

Ramona smiled. “Oh, very, very green.”

Dylan grinned back. “Just checking.”

“Though we do have to be quiet,” Ramona said.

Dylan’s eyes went wide. “Is your father here?”

“No, he’s out with some friends, and Olive is spending the night at Marley’s, but I’m not sure when my dad will be back. I’d rather he not walk into the house to the sound of his daughter screaming.”

Dylan smirked. “Plan on screaming, huh?”

Ramona’s eyes glittered. “With you? Yeah.”

They watched each other for a second, Dylan’s heart swelling in her chest. “Come here.”

Ramona stepped closer, leaned down while Dylan arched up, lips meeting gently at first, then growing more wild, more fevered. Dylan loved this, loved how sex with Ramona could feel feral one second, then soft and romantic the next.

She’d never had that with anyone else.

The kiss went soft again, then wild, a cycle that made Dylan want to cry, and also fuck Ramona until she really did scream, all at the same time. It was dizzying and perfect and real.

She pressed her fingers to Ramona’s toy, pushing it in a little farther, angling it so it hit Ramona’s clit.

Ramona groaned into Dylan’s mouth, and that was perfect and real too.

“Dylan,” Ramona said, and Dylan knew what she needed. What she wanted.

“Go,” Dylan said, then kissed her one more time, before pushing her hips away, then slapping her gently on the ass as Ramona turned.

Ramona laughed and went to the end of the bed, then crawledonto the mattress slowly, her eyes fluttering closed as the toy moved within her. She settled between Dylan’s legs, her eyes glazed as she got a closer look.

“Kiss me,” Dylan said.

And Ramona did. A single kiss to the center of her cunt, and god, that first touch. Nothing like it. Dylan’s back arched. Even with how soft the kiss was, it felt like a firework lighting up the sky. Ramona moaned and kissed again, harder, before she slid over to Dylan’s thigh, dragging her tongue over her skin.

“Oh, so you’re a tease,” Dylan said.

“I think you like it,” Ramona said.

“God, I do,” Dylan said, sliding her hand through Ramona’s hair. “You know just what I like.”