Ramona laughed. “Thank god.”
Then she pulled Dylan over to the plank-style, driftwood kitchen table. Ramona didn’t want a bed right now, didn’t want the couch. She wanted Dylan right there on this table, wanted Dylan to see that Ramona wanted her there, wanted her anywhere, any way, anytime.
Ramona didn’t waste time getting Dylan’s clothes off. She lifted off her T-shirt, unhooked her bra, and had her jeans off her legs in under ten seconds.
“Efficient,” Dylan said.
Ramona just laughed, then pushed Dylan to the edge of the table, her ass, still in her purple underwear, hitting the wood.
“Bossy tonight,” Dylan said.
“I just know what I want,” Ramona said, looking her in the eyes.
Dylan canted her head. “Do you?”
“I do,” Ramona said firmly.
They both watched each other for a second.
“And what’s that?” Dylan asked. Her voice was soft, even small.
“You,” Ramona said. No hesitation. No coy smile. She knew. “I want you, Dylan Page Monroe.”
Dylan didn’t respond right away. Not with her mouth, at least. But her hands worked, unbuttoning Ramona’s lipstick-print blouse, sliding her bra straps down her arms before unhooking the clasps.Then she plucked at both of Ramona’s nipples before she moved on to her jeans. Ramona gasped, body arching toward Dylan for more. But Dylan simply unzipped her jeans, shucked them down her legs, and then did the same with her underwear.
Soon Ramona was naked, and Dylan trailed her eyes up and down her body, devouring her. Ramona felt herself get even wetter just from that look, those icy eyes somehow smoky.
Finally, when she’d had her fill, Dylan pushed the chairs out of the way and slid herself onto the table, leaned back on her elbows.
Then she spread her legs, a slow, exquisite reveal.
“You got me,” Dylan said.
Ramona didn’t wait any longer. She pressed her thighs between Dylan’s legs, hands on Dylan’s hips to pull her even closer, kissing her hard, then soft, then hard again. She wanted everything—the wild rollick and the slow dance, feral and gentle all at once, a kaleidoscope of everything she felt.
Ramona cupped Dylan’s breasts, pulling at her nipples as they kissed, Dylan’s moans making her crazy. Making them both crazy.
“Please,” Dylan said against her mouth, and Ramona loved that too. The begging. Usually she was the one to beg, but these turned tables were exciting. “Ramona, please.”
“Please what?” Ramona asked, happy to stay here, kissing Dylan’s perfect mouth, sliding down to get her mouth on her tits.
“You know what.”
“I want you to say it,” Ramona said, taking Dylan’s nipple between her teeth.
Dylan slid her hand into Ramona’s hair, right at the back of her head, then pulled her head up to look her in the eyes. The tug stung in the best way, Ramona’s mouth open as she looked up at the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Put your mouth on my cunt,” Dylan said.
“Ask nicely,” Ramona said. She didn’t want to give up quite yet,the power she so often begged to relinquish to Dylan. But tonight, she wanted it. Not to exert over Dylan, but to share.
To share everything.
Dylan leaned forward, bringing her mouth right against Ramona’s. “Please, Ms. Riley, put your mouth on my cunt.”
Ramona smiled, then licked into Dylan’s mouth. Once…twice, before she pulled away so she could push Dylan onto her back. Then she just looked.
Because this.
