She slid off the bed and shucked off her jeans but left on her yellow cotton underwear. Then she yanked the covers back, unbuttoned Dylan’s cutoff shorts, and slid them down Dylan’s legs.
“Oh,” she said when she saw that Dylan didn’t have on any underwear.
Dylan felt her cheeks go warm, but she laughed. “Surprise.”
“And a nice one at that.”
“Shirt next,” Dylan said through a laugh, sitting up so Ramona could take off her tee. “Good girl.”
Ramona smiled. “Now?”
“Straddle me,” Dylan said, and god, Ramona did. Thick thighs over Dylan’s hips, perfect and soft. The contact was almost too much, Dylan’s cunt already wet and throbbing for more. “God, I want to do so much to you.Withyou.” She slid her hands up Ramona’s legs, dipped her thumbs into the crease where her hips joined her thighs.
Ramona tipped her head back. “Please. Anything.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” Ramona said again, her hips moving.
“You remember our safe words?” Dylan asked.
Ramona nodded, then leaned over and kissed her, whispered, “Green,” against her mouth.
“Jesus,” Dylan said, hands on Ramona’s soft waist. “Take your bra off.”
Ramona reached back, no hesitation, unclasped the garment, and let it fall onto Dylan’s stomach. Dylan didn’t even move it, couldn’t, her hands trailing up to Ramona’s heavy breasts, cupping and squeezing, plucking at those pink nipples.
Ramona moaned, her head arched back again, her chest already flushed with want, hips rolling. Dylan sat up enough to get her mouth on Ramona’s breast, teeth scraping over her nipple, then soothing the bite with her tongue.
“Oh my god,” Ramona said.
“You like that?”
“So much.”
So Dylan did it again, licking and biting and sucking, first one breast, tonguing her nipple to a hard peak, then the other.
“Your mouth, god,” Ramona said. “I need it.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Dylan pushed Ramona’s tits together, buried her face between them and inhaled, licked, kissed.
“Do you have any toys?” Dylan asked against her skin, her voice raspy.
Ramona nodded. “Drawer.”
“Show me.”
Dylan released Ramona’s tits and rested back on the pillows. Ramona leaned over, not even bothering to get off Dylan or the bed, which was exactly how Dylan wanted it. She held on to Ramona’s hips as Ramona slid her nightstand’s drawer open. She took out a soft bag and set it on Dylan’s stomach, tossing her bra to the floor as she did so.
“Open it,” Dylan said.
Ramona did, and inside was a purple dildo, textured with a mosaic of designs.
“Well, that’s very interesting,” Dylan said, and Ramona laughed. “What else?”
Ramona got out a clitoral stimulator, a bright pink dildo that had a suction cup on the base, and a red vibrator that had an insertable part and a base shaped like a butterfly that stimulated the clit and entire vulva.
