Page 116 of Dream On, Ramona Riley

Ramona hummed against her thigh, moving closer to the center again. But then she bypassed where Dylan really wanted her, teeth scraping across Dylan’s other thigh. And god, as much as Dylan wanted Ramona to fuck her hard with her mouth, she liked this too, this slow build. She watched as Ramona’s own hips worked over the toy.

“Is that thing charged?” Dylan asked.

Ramona lifted her mouth from where it was, right next to Dylan’s lips. “Of course.”

“Turn it on.”

Ramona didn’t hesitate, needy little thing, and slipped her hand between her legs. Dylan heard a faint buzzing sound, felt a soft vibration through the mattress.

“Fuck,” Ramona said, resting her head against Dylan’s thigh for a second. “Oh my god.”

“That’s right,” Dylan said. “That’s what you needed.”

Ramona just nodded, biting at her bottom lip.

Dylan tightened her hands in Ramona’s hair, directing Ramona’s mouth toward her own cunt. Ramona went eagerly, mouthfinally right where Dylan wanted it. Ramona moaned against her, and Dylan moaned right back as Ramona kissed and licked, tongue swirling up to her clit, then back down to her entrance.

“Jesus Christ,” Dylan said, her hips bucking, fingers still curled in Ramona’s hair. “God, baby, you’re so good at that.”

Ramona kept up her work, but soon her breathing grew erratic. Dylan watched her eyes flutter closed, mouth closed over Dylan’s cunt.

“You going to come for me?” Dylan said.

Ramona hummed a yes, her tongue wild now, sliding into Dylan and back out.

“God,” Dylan said. “You’re perfect. My perfect little slut. Come for me. Come with your face in my cunt.”

Ramona moaned even louder, her hips spread on the bed, undulating for more friction against her toy.

“That’s a good girl,” Dylan said, hand tightening in her hair. “Come while you tongue fuck me.”

Ramona’s sounds were at a fever pitch now. Dylan couldn’t keep from making her own noises, the idea of Ramona coming like this bringing her so close herself. Ramona’s tongue was so deep inside her. She slid it out, swirled it over Dylan’s clit before diving back in again.

Ramona groaned, her body locking up as she came, but she didn’t break contact with Dylan. She stayed buried in her pussy, Dylan’s nails scraping through her hair.

“Fuck,” Dylan said. “Yeah, right there, baby.” She came suddenly, the feeling slamming into her and radiating down her legs and ass, all the way to her toes. She heard Ramona come a second time, her tongue dragging over Dylan’s clit before sucking it into her mouth.

“Christ,” Dylan said, tried not to yell, but it was hard. Ramona’s touch was almost too much, she was too sensitive, but she couldn’t stop either, never wanted to stop, and she came again, so hard hervision went dark, knees closing around Ramona’s ears. She stayed like that for a second, breathing hard at the ceiling, completely boneless.

Ramona’s toy still buzzed as she kissed Dylan softly now, but then she pressed her forehead to Dylan’s lower belly, her breathing going ragged again.

“You come so easy for me,” Dylan said, her fingers still tangled in Ramona’s hair. “Do it again.”

Ramona could only nod, her hands on Dylan’s hips, mouth hovering above her mound.

“Come on, dirty girl,” Dylan said. “One more for me.”

“Fuck,” Ramona said, hips working frantically now. “Dylan.”

“That’s right,” Dylan said, her hands curling tighter into Ramona’s hair.

Then she tugged.

Just a little, but Ramona moaned.

So she tugged harder…then harder still as Ramona writhed, fucking gorgeous, a goddamn goddess. When she broke, it was beautiful, her cries soft and muffled against Dylan’s stomach, her body still pressed to Dylan’s cunt.

“Fuck,” Ramona said, then reached down to turn off the toy, laughing as she did so. Then she collapsed against Dylan’s belly again.