“Tell meexactlywhat you what.”
Ramona groaned again, Dylan’s breath ghosting over her slick skin.
“Now,” Dylan said firmly. “I won’t touch you again until you do.”
Fuck. Ramona felt herself get even wetter with Dylan’s dominant tone, those eyes looking at her with such command—she could come just from all this, she was pretty sure. She’d never had this kind of sex, if she was being honest. Logan was more of a wham-bam kind of guy, and while he wham-bammed quite well, he wasn’t very mysterious. Wasn’t into talking. Everyone she’d ever slept with, in fact, wasn’t really into talking. The women she’d been with were mostly tourists, summer flings where they simply made each other come.
Which, of course, was nice, but she’d never been with someone like Dylan.
Someone who asked Ramona to fuck herself.
Someone who told her what to do.
Made her say what she wanted.
“Ramona,” Dylan said. “Tell me.”
Ramona felt dizzy, addled by this woman between her legs. She could barely think what she wanted, to be honest.Youwas on the tipof her tongue, but Dylan had asked her to be specific. Still, she wanted so many things, wanted to be touched so many different ways.
And then Dylan bit her thigh.
It was a soft bite.
A nibble mostly, but holy shit.
Ramona gasped, her cunt flooding as her hips reached for the ceiling of their own accord. “Oh my god. Do…do that again.”
Dylan lifted a brow. “Yeah?”
“Please. God, yeah, please.”
“What is it that you want exactly?” Dylan said, her voice teasing.
“Goddammit, Dylan.”
Dylan laughed, dragged her tongue and mouth over Ramona’s thigh.
No teeth though.
“Say it,” Dylan said.
“Bite me,” Ramona said. “Please, I want you to bite me.”
And then Dylan did. She opened her mouth and scraped her teeth down Ramona’s thigh, moaning against her skin, then caught Ramona’s flesh between her teeth.
Bit down.
“Harder,” Ramona said on a gasp, her hands pressed to her face. Jesus, it felt so good, that line between pleasure and pain. She wantedmore. “Please, god, please.”
“Please what?” Dylan said against her skin.
“Fingers,” Ramona managed to get out. “Inside me, please.”
“Good girl,” Dylan said, pressing a kiss to her leg. “See how easy that was?”
Ramona laughed, but it was shaky, barely supported by air, all her brain cells concentrated on Dylan’s mouth and hands and teeth.
Dylan didn’t make her wait long. She spread Ramona’s pussy with her fingers, dragged her tongue up the center, then swirled it around her clit.
