Dylan watched Ramona’s fingers fuck herself—two, and slow at first, getting faster as she got more needy. Dylan slid fingertips down her own cunt, then back up, spreading her wetness to her clit. She liked it gentle at first, using her pussy lips to stimulate her clit.
She arched back, gripped Ramona’s knee even tighter, spreading her wider. “Fuck. Baby. You look amazing.”
“Yeah,” Ramona said, her fingers moving quicker. “Dylan, god.”
Dylan couldn’t take it—she nearly came just from her name on Ramona’s tongue, rubbing her clit faster, circling and pressing justlike she needed. Ramona watched her, mouth open, breathing heavily.
“Oh my god,” she said. “I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” Dylan said. “Come for me, baby girl.”
“Fuck,” Ramona yelled, her tits bouncing as she fucked herself harder. She was gorgeous, crying out as she came, her body tensing and undulating.
“Fuck, Ramona,” Dylan said, her own fingers working desperately, her orgasm building as she watched Ramona writhe and moan, fingers deep inside her cunt.
She dipped inside herself, and that’s when it hit her, hard and fast, almost a surprise. She nearly fell over from the force of it, gripping Ramona’s knee, hand sliding down her thigh as Dylan curled over herself,fuck, fuck, fuckfalling out of her mouth over and over, her own legs clenching around her hand. She heard Ramona come again, her free hand gripping Dylan’s until they both settled, breathing hard.
Dylan met Ramona’s eyes, which were glazed and blinking slowly, both of their mouths still open to get as much oxygen as they could.
“That was…” Ramona said.
“Yeah,” Dylan said. “It was.” She scooted back for a second, but only so she could lie on her stomach, spread Ramona’s legs even farther apart. “And I’m not nearly finished with you yet.”
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Ramona yelled anexpletive at the ceiling.
Really yelled it. As in, the neighbors would hear if the windows were open—she hoped there were no windows open, because she could not stop making noises as Dylan pressed her mouth to Ramona’s cunt.
Soft at first.
A kiss.
But Jesus, it could’ve been the kiss to end the world, start and end wars, rearrange stars and planets.
“Dylan…fuck,” Ramona said, her hips lifting to get more friction.
Dylan pressed her hand to Ramona’s lower belly, pushed her back down to the bed, then lifted her own head to look right at her.
Ramona whined at the loss of contact.
Literallywhined. Ramona had never whined about anything in her life. She was a planner, a decider, had to be when pretty much raising a kid since she was thirteen. She didn’t have time to whine or complain or second-guess anything.
But now, with Dylan’s mouth hovering above her, not quitetouching, she couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but make these needy noises she barely recognized.
“Such a brat,” Dylan said, smiling, then pressed a kiss to Ramona’s thigh.
Ramona laughed. “I’m not, I just…”
“You just what?”
“I…” She squirmed, lifting her hips again only to be pushed back down. Again.
“Tell me,” Dylan said. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want your mouth.”
