Ramona laughed, her cheeks growing a little warm. “So.”
“That was good?”
“God,” Ramona said, then couldn’t help but grab Dylan’s face and pull her down for a kiss. “That was good,” she said against her mouth. “So good.”
Dylan smiled, their teeth clacking together gently. “I agree.”
“Yeah,” Ramona whispered, keenly aware that Dylan’s perfect cunt was pressed to her thigh and very, very wet.
And just like that, she felt feral again, could spend all night coming, she was pretty sure, but she wanted something else right now. Something she’d never asked for, never even thought of really, not until she was in Dylan’s bed.
“Use me,” she said. A whisper. Barely audible. She set her hands to Dylan’s waist, lifted her leg just a little so Dylan felt the movement.
Her brows lifted. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Ramona said, her voice needy and breathy again. “Please.”
Dylan kissed her, then slid down her neck, licking and biting. “You want me to use my slut?” she whispered into her ear, so quiet, but it felt like a shout.
“Fuck,” Ramona said. “Please.”
“My beautiful slut?” Dylan palmed one of Ramona’s breasts, squeezing before she concentrated on the peaked nipple, her hips starting to move over Ramona’s leg. “Perfect. Just a little slut here to make me feel good.”
“Yes,” Ramona whined, arching her back as Dylan pinched her nipple. She gripped Dylan’s hips, moving her more on her thigh. “Anything you want.”
“Just you,” Dylan said, setting one hand between Ramona’s breasts and sitting up a bit. She rolled her hips, a slow undulation over Ramona’s thigh. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
Ramona had no words then, could only moan as Dylan used her body, breasts bouncing as she moved faster. Ramona kept one hand on Dylan’s hip, lifting the other to her tits. She hadn’t gotten her hands on them yet and she needed to, needed it like air, like water. Dylan’s breasts were heavy in her hand, her pink nipples hard.
“God,” Dylan said, sitting up all the way now, which meant Ramona could see her pussy sliding over Ramona’s skin. Waxed with a little thatch of hair on her mound, lips pink and lovely and soaking wet.
“I want to touch you,” Ramona said. “Please, please, can I touch you.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said, hips slowing so she could lift up a little. Ramona slid her hand, palm up, under Dylan…and fuck, when Dylan pressed back down again. The feel of her pussy, wet and soft. There was nothing like it. Ramona angled a bit so her fingers could play at Dylan’s entrance.
“Fuck, yeah, god,” Dylan said. “Go inside me.”
Ramona happily complied, fingers sliding into Dylan’s wet heat, tight and silky. Her other hand grabbed Dylan’s ass, urging her to fuck herself on Ramona’s fingers even harder, clit sliding over Ramona’s palm.
“Oh my god,” Dylan said, moving faster. “Baby. I’m gonna—”
“Come,” Ramona said. “Please, come on my fingers. I need it.”
“Yeah,” Dylan said, her head thrown back. “Beg me. Beg me to come.”
“Please, god, Dylan, please come. Wanna feel you. Please.”
“Fuck, Ramona.” She pumped her hips, leaned over for more friction, hand going to Ramona’s throat. She didn’t squeeze though. Just rested there, a weight Ramona suddenly loved. Ramona reached as deep as she could inside Dylan, curled her fingers, pressed her palm upward.
Dylan gasped, grabbed Ramona’s wrist, her body convulsing. Her cunt clenched around Ramona’s fingers as she came. “God, fuck,” she said, hair in her face, her chest flushed red. Still, Ramona didn’t stop, wanted her to come again, come on top of her. She used her free hand to pull Dylan close, their breasts touching, Dylan’s face buried in her neck as she came again, Ramona’s name a muffled gasp against Ramona’s neck.
Finally, Dylan stilled, breathing heavily. Ramona could barely get enough air either. Her fingers were still inside Dylan, but her other arm was around Dylan’s waist. She drifted her fingers up Dylan’s back, then into her hair. Dylan lifted up so Ramona could free her fingers, and for a second, Ramona worried her touch had been too intimate right after, toosweet, and that Dylan was headed to the bathroom, but then Dylan settled next to her, wrapped her arm around Ramona’s waist.
“You,” she said, then took Ramona’s hand—the one that had just been inside Dylan—and licked her fingers clean.
Ramona laughed. “I’d say that’s a bigyou.”
Dylan smiled, then kissed Ramona’s palm before releasing her. Then she snuggled closer, her chin resting on Ramona’s shoulder.
