Ramona was still gloriously naked—those full breasts and soft tummy, thick thighs Dylan almost always wanted closing around her ears—but she also had on the underwear-style harness she’d left here a few nights ago.
And situated in the O-ring was Frankie.
Frankie was Dylan’s favorite dildo. She had a quirky habit of naming all her dildos and sex toys with monikers she felt carried Big Dyke Energy. Frankie, which had this perfect ridge about halfway down that made Dylan crazy, seemed like exactly the kind of dildo someone would wear to fuck someone good and proper. Ramona found this story hilarious, but she also couldn’t deny Dylan’s logic, especially after the first time Dylan had used it to fuck her into oblivion.
“Jesus,” Dylan said as Ramona walked toward her, her cunt already throbbing and ready. “Did you put on the bumper?”
“I did,” Ramona said, stepping up to the table, sliding her hands down Dylan’s thighs.
“Good,” Dylan said, grabbing Ramona’s hips. “Because I want you to come inside me.”
Ramona just tilted her head, her eyes soft. Dylan reached out and pushed Frankie against Ramona, watching as her eyes flutteredclosed as the bumper—a textured silicone cover for the base of the dildo, kind of like a glove—rubbed against her clit.
“Good girl,” Dylan said.
That’s what she wanted right now. Ramona’s mouth against hers while they fucked, breaths mingling and indistinguishable.
Dylan spread her legs and scooted to the edge of the table, then pulled Ramona as close as she could get her. Ramona held Frankie, positioning the dildo at Dylan’s opening. Dylan had to lean back a little, but soon they got the angle right and Ramona slid inside her.
Dylan moaned, her head tilting back. The cock was so thick, almost too much, but just right at the same time.
“God,” she said, lifting her head and pulling Ramona’s hips toward her, pulling her even deeper inside her. She slid her hands down Ramona’s ass, squeezing her flesh, while Ramona tangled her hands in Dylan’s hair, angling her mouth to fit against hers.
They kissed, whisperingfuckandmoreas they pumped their hips into each other. Sweat slicked beneath their fingers, and Dylan had the fleeting thought that they’d have to make sure they cleaned this table thoroughly, but that was later, that was after, and this was now, which was all Dylan wanted.
She wantedthisandnowand didn’t want to think even ten minutes into the future, when Ramona wouldn’t be inside her, wouldn’t have her forehead pressed against her, wouldn’t be breathing heavily with her own pleasure, wouldn’t be whispering Dylan’s name like a prayer.
Dylan felt herself growing wild, desperate to come, but not wanting to at the same time, because she didn’t want this to end.
She didn’t want any of it to end.
“Baby,” Dylan said, because her orgasm was building anyway, a slow swell, her heart pounding faster as her fingernails dug into Ramona’s ass. “Fuck.”
“I want you to come,” Ramona said, her hands tightening in Dylan’s hair. “Come for me. You’re so beautiful when you come for me.”
“God,” Dylan said, pressing her mouth to Ramona’s. She wanted to come like that, breathing her in. She swirled her hips, pulling Ramona deeper, making sure that bumper hit her in just the right spot. “With me. Please.”
Then it was just sounds, honeyed breathing and moaning until Dylan lit up, a flash flood through her blood and muscle and bone. She cried out into Ramona’s mouth, and Ramona did the same, her body stuttering into Dylan’s as she came too.
They stayed like that for a while, just breathing, hearts hammering together on that kitchen table, clinging to each other and not daring to move.
Not daring to break the beautiful spell ofnow.
Chapter
Thirty-Four
Two days later,reality intruded.
They had spent most of the Fourth in bed, which was just fine with Dylan. She had no desire to see anyone but Ramona, and when Ramona suggested they meet Olive and April and Leigh at the beach for fireworks that night, Dylan agreed because she wanted to give Ramona anything she wanted.
She wanted to give her the world.
If she could.
Later, they had sneaked away to their cove and kissed under the moonlight, just like they had eighteen years ago. This time was different though. This time they whispered their real names against each other’s mouths. This time, they didn’t let go. This time, they left together, fingers tangled.
It had been a perfect night. A perfect day. A perfect month with Ramona, and Dylan never wanted it to end.
