Page 94 of Dream On, Ramona Riley

Dylan made quick work of the shirt, spreading it wide to reveal Ramona’s black bra with the scalloped edging. Her tits were large and perfect, and Dylan wanted them in her mouth immediately.

But.

She wanted something else first.

“I want you to show me what you like,” she said, fingertips drifting over Ramona’s collarbone.

Ramona tilted her head. “Show you…”

“Show me.” Dylan pulled Ramona’s blouse off all the way, let it drop to the floor. “And I’ll show you.”

Ramona looked at her for a second, then realization seemed to dawn. Dylan’s face flamed even hotter, but god, she wanted this. She wanted to see Ramona spread out on that bed, and study exactly how she liked to be touched, hear her come while Dylan’s fingers played in her own wet heat.

Ramona unbuttoned her shorts, pulled the zipper down, letthem drop to the floor before she stepped out of them. She leaned forward then, kissed Dylan, opened her mouth and slid her tongue inside, swirling it in a way that made Dylan groan.

She pulled back, whispered, “Green,” against Dylan’s mouth. Then—god,then—she turned around and crawled onto the bed, hands and knees, her ample ass moving away from Dylan when all Dylan wanted was to get her teeth into that flesh. Her underwear was plain, light blue cotton and the sexiest thing Dylan had ever seen.

Ramona kept crawling until she reached the fabric headboard, then pushed up to her knees.

“Jesus,” Dylan said.

Ramona looked at her over her shoulder. Dylan didn’t even think she meant to look so fucking sexy, but she did. She certainly did.

“What?” Ramona asked as she grabbed a pillow.

“You’re perfect,” Dylan said.

Ramona smiled, then adjusted the pillows before turning and settling down on the bed, half sitting up against the headboard. Dylan stood at the end of the bed, slack-jawed as Ramona stared back at her.

Then…Ramona started to touch herself.

Slowly.

Just a hand sliding down her throat to her collarbone, but dear god, she was beautiful.

“Ramona,” Dylan said. It was all she could say, her brain short-circuiting as Ramona’s fingers dipped into her deep cleavage, then over to cup her full breast. Soon both hands were on her tits, and Dylan could see her hardened nipples through her bra.

“Pinch your nipples,” Dylan said softly, and Ramona did. Let out a little moan as she did so. “Fuck.” Dylan felt her cunt flood, so wet and ready.

“Will you take off your bra for me?” Ramona asked. “Please.”

Dylan smiled. “So polite.”

“I know who’s in charge here.”

Dylan had to press her legs together, because god. This woman. “You first.”

Ramona smiled, sat up a little to unhook her bra. The material fell away and Jesus Christ. Her tits were perfect. Heavy and round, her nipples rosebud pink and hard.

Dylan watched her fingers play—pluck and pinch and roll—and she was nearly panting as she pulled her own bra over her head, her tits swaying with the movement. Ramona’s eyes roamed over her, mouth open a little.

“Will you touch yourself for me too?” Ramona asked.

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” Ramona said. “Please.”

There was a little whine to her voice, and Dylan couldn’t have said no if she’d wanted to.