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Being Oona’s girlfriend came with fewer changes than Ramona was expecting.
There were some, of course.
Kissing was one thing. Kissing was the big thing.
She’d grown used to the fleeting pecks left on her cheeks and temple—inconsequential spots of skin where the ghost of Oona’s affection remained like a scar—but those were typical, given out by the girl as casually as a passing thought, to everyone and with no weight behind them beyond the moment.
Now though, she was privy to the purposeful press of lips on her own. The long, languid caress of Oona’s tongue that left her mouth tingling, her taste lingering hours later—bitter and sweet and irresistible. The mouth she’d caught herself staring at more times than she could count was now something she could claim whenever she felt the urge to.
The label was different too. Girlfriend. Not a girl that is a friend (a best friend, but only a friend nonetheless) no, now she was her girlfriend.
Turning the word over and over again in her mind sent a thrill down Ramona’s spine and painted the apples of her cheeks red like nothing else did.
But other than that, her feelings weren’t that different. They weren’t that different.
Their interactions still retained the effortless nature they’d had since the moment they’d met. With easy touches and holds, sweet words and gentle gestures. The way they fit together and the way Oona was the one person she could go to when everything else seemed to be falling apart—she was her constant.
Her heart still ricocheted off the inside of her chest whenever the taller girl so much as looked at her with her soft, sea green eyes.
Because she’d always been Oona’s.
That wasn’t a change.
“You were so sweet with Maple today.”
Oona shifted slightly from where she was settled behind Ramona, the soft shake of her head at the other girl’s words ruffling the pillow they shared.
They’d been relaxing for the better part of twenty minutes, since the others had left with quiet goodnights, relishing in the alone time after a day surrounded by others. They were pressed close, Oona’s front flush against Ramona’s back, arm snug around her middle, like she never wanted to let go.
“No,” she breathed, warm air fanning out across Ramona’s ear, tickling. “She hated it.”
“No, she didn’t.” Ramona assured her.
There was a small pause where Oona continued to toy with Ramona’s fingers in silence, smoothing circles into the back of her hand.
“I just didn’t want her to feel like our mum wasn’t there, you know?”
A hum of understanding.
“You were perfect, though. Really.”
Ramona had always thought Oona was perfect, but the way she stepped up to fill a role she shouldn’t have had to at her age with so much care and patience… it made her own chest ache and a different kind of warmth settle in her chest.
“I wish Annie and I would’ve had that.” escaped her before she could think.
“You will.” Oona said, ever so gently. The consolation melted over her, soothing her, “You have your whole future with her. She’s not gonna go anywhere.”
And Ramona knows it’s true but it still feels odd to think about. She lets a little disbelieving breath escape from her. She’d never been used to having much of a family.
“Yeah…”
Oona leaned in closer then, lips brushing her ear.
“I’m not gonna go anywhere either,” she said, teasing yet so honest it almost hurts. She leaned up on her arm to press a purposeful kiss to Ramona’s neck before flopping back down on the bunk, dragging her back into her embrace, “So you better get used to it.”
Ramona felt warmth surge through her again—this time it was that sudden, all encompassing warmth that came with Oona’s sweet voice and even sweeter words. The kind of warmth that felt like fireworks in her stomach. She’d grown more used to the feeling since coming back and being around the older girl again, falling for her so much harder than she’d thought was possible. The warmth was the beginning of a raging fire, more than just the spark she’d felt in the past.
She chuckled softly, feeling brave, turning in the taller girl’s arms.
Oona only looked at her curiously for a split second before realizing what she was doing, a pleased smile breaking onto her face, body relaxing and submitting to Ramona’s move to roll on top of her.
Ramona gazed down at the face bracketed by her arms, twisting the thin sheets in her hands. Oona had always been the most beautiful person in her eyes, but this, Oona under her, hands reaching up to tuck stray hair behind her ears and eyes holding clear want and love in them, it sent shockwaves through her nerves.
“I’m not going anywhere either.” she whispered back.
They both smiled coyly at each other.
“Oh, really?”
“No. So you better deal with it.”
Ramona leaned down, a breathy “Okay” lost between their lips as Oona responded to her immediately, craning her neck up off the pillow to meet her halfway. Her hands moved to Ramona’s waist, tightening their hold ever so slightly to drag her a little closer, as if that was possible.
The first kiss was soft and slow, rhythm matching the beating of their hearts and the unhurried strokes of Oona’s fingers on Ramona’s rib cage—little circles and swirls felt on skin through the fabric of her tank top.
The press of Oona’s lips on her own. Once. Twice. Three times Ramona leaned down to scoop the promise from her mouth. Suck her bottom lip tenderly. She felt the older girl’s hand flexing on her side.
Then they broke apart to catch their breath and Ramona sat up, hips pressing down, hand again moving loose strands behind her ear. Oona didn’t waste any time, arms coming up to bring the hem of her shirt over her head.
She moved off the pillow just as much as she needed to to discard the article onto the floor, before settling back down, breath coming out faster, golden curls splaying out behind her like a halo.
Her skin caught the dim orange light of the cabin lights—caught Ramona’s heart all over again.
It was all she’d ever dreamed of, Oona being something she could have and see and touch without feeling like she was taking without permission. Oona being hers.
Their eyes stayed locked, Oona seemingly lost gazing at the girl above her with no expectation of anything else, and Ramona decided that everything she’d felt before this moment didn’t matter.
She took a deep breath, biting her lip, eye contact faltering only for a moment due to the brief resurgence of her insecurities, before she pushed the thoughts away and grabbed the bottom of her own shirt. She yanked it off before she could change her mind.
Unlike Oona, who was perpetually clad in a bikini wherever she went, Ramona had decided to forgo a bra for the day.
Goosebumps prickled across her bare skin instantly—whether they were from the cool air or the zeroing in of her girlfriend’s gaze, she couldn’t tell the difference.
Oona didn’t say a word at first, but she didn’t have to to convey everything she wanted. The minute the cloth slipped off Ramona the blonde’s mouth parted, pulse jumping in her neck, and chest rising rapidly with the onslaught of desire that rushed through her. But she kept her eyes on Ramona’s on principle, restraining herself despite how they darkened.
Ramona couldn’t help the way her breath caught at the desperate look. The older girl, obviously affected, eyes hot and piercing from the effort to keep her gaze from straying, wanted—no, needed—to convey that the ball was still in Ramona’s court despite her urge to draw her in then and there. Her face said everything she couldn’t voice with her breath stolen: that she didn’t want to move too fast and take advantage of the vulnerability she was allowed. It was Ramona’s call.
Her hesitation wasn’t unfounded, but Ramona had already crossed the line that was holding her back. Her hips involuntarily shifted forward, her body drawn in by Oona’s gaze. Her own eyes pooled with arousal. It was enough consolation.
Oona shifted from the encouragement, self-control slipping, focus brought down Ramona’s neck to the swell of her chest.
A desperate sigh escaped her. Her brow pinched in anticipation and deep concentration as she took in the sight of Ramona’s pale skin, flushed from the simple attention of her gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.” she murmured in quiet awe, unrestrained and almost overwhelmed, locking onto the physical sensations of her hands running up Ramona’s back to ground herself. But her eyes didn’t leave the newly revealed skin, they drank in the sight they’d been waiting to see, her own assumption that it wouldn’t be anytime soon proven wrong in the best way.
Ramona let out her own shaky exhale as she observed the reaction. Half a laugh, half something else entirely.
She couldn’t stand to not be kissing her any longer.
She fell down into her, sucking her top lip this time, melting with the graze of Oona’s tongue as she opened her mouth to welcome her back in. Swallowed the younger girl’s passion.
Oona let out a quiet moan, nails dragging softly up Ramona’s spine to tangle in the hairs at the back of her neck. Tugging slightly.
She let the younger girl stay mostly in control to start, but it became increasingly obvious how much she was still holding back. The hand she brought over Ramona’s shoulder, brushing aside her braid and sweeping up to cup her jaw, was shaking slightly. Her tongue teased the seam of Ramona’s lips, pushing in but never staying long.
Ramona dove into her deeper, losing herself in the feel of her mouth and her tongue, dragging her lips down to Oona’s chin and back up to capture the soft sounds and puffs of air that escaped her.
Oona’s hold tightened, this time with conviction, falling more into the rhythm of it all. She transitioned again to grip the back of Ramona’s neck with one hand, releasing her hair from its braid with the other so she could thread her fingers through smooth tresses.
She used the hold to turn them over, switching their places while keeping their lips locked.
Ramona settled against the pillow, pliant and hungry as the pace of Oona’s kisses increased, her tongue finally breaching to lick inside her mouth and caress Ramona’s into submission. Her hands moved over her collarbones, brushed against the sides of her rib cage before stopping at her waist and squeezing. Her palms were hot.
Oona kept her own weight suspended over her, knee slipping in between Ramona’s legs but just settling there to hold herself up. The younger girl keened at the whisper of her touch.
She continued to devour Ramona’s lips, biting the already bruised, red tissue, sucking their fullness in and letting them go with filthy, wet noises. Ramona’s breaths came sharp out her nose, fingers tangling in curls, heart jackhammering off the inside of her chest. She was nearly overwhelmed but she didn’t mind drowning if this was the way she would go.
Then Oona drew a sharp inhale through her nose, like she realized something, and pulled away, whining loudly at the loss even as the one to break them apart. Her hands stayed in their places, threaded through Ramona’s hair and by the side of her head.
She opened her eyes, nearly black, rushing out, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” before Ramona could ask why she stopped.
She licked her lips, “I need you to know that. We can stop. Just giving me this, it’s more than enough for me, I promise.”
Ramona bit her lip, mind jumbled and body buzzing like she had downed an entire pot of black coffee. It took her a moment to fully take in Oona’s words.
“Look at me.” she whispered finally.
Green met hazel, thin outlines of color around blown pupils.
“Is there anything telling you I don’t want this too?”
Oona waited a moment before shaking her head, laughing a little self-deprecatingly. She brought their foreheads together, leaning more of her body down across Ramona’s as relief melted off her in waves. They fit together perfectly, soft curves against lean muscle.
“I just don’t want to mess this up.” she continued. “I care for you too much. I want you too much—” She was now panting into Ramona’s parted mouth, “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
Ramona swallowed, heart stuttering and warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach.
“You’re not messing this up.” she croaked.
She took Oona’s hands, much bigger than her own, and dragged them up to rest just under her breasts.
“I want you just as much as you want me.”
She shifted her hips, allowing Oona’s leg to sink more into the crux of her thighs. Squeezing it between her own to keep it there.
“I want this. All of it.”
Oona’s long, slender fingers splayed out over the offered skin, itching to touch higher, her eyes taking in everything on display, but not without giving one more probing glance, begging Ramona to refuse her if it was too good to be true.
Ramona simply stared at her, arching her back, bringing herself more into the other girl’s hold. She was more exposed than she’d ever been in her entire life and all it did was send a thrill between her legs.
Oona’s hands finally moved up to cup her breasts fully, no more restrictions, and the first touch felt like an electric shock throughout her body.
She squeezed the flesh, needy and desperate, drawing low moans out of the both of them, and capturing Ramona’s mouth again to swallow the noises as she caressed over the sensitive peaks of her nipples.
Her fingers pinched down, rolling her tongue in time with the rolling of her sensitive buds.
Ramona breaks away to whine into the air.
“Oh, fuck.”
Oona hums in agreement, mouth already transitioning to the underside of her jaw, teeth scraping and nipping little marks into her skin, and lips and tongue spreading a sheen of saliva that tickles as her breath meets moisture.
“You’re beautiful.” she repeats, hypnotized. She pulls at her right nipple until it is hard and aching, soothes it with her thumb. “Such a pretty girl.”
Ramona can’t conjure a single sentence, overwhelmed with the arousal coursing through her. The way her chest aches for more. Hurts but yearns. The way she can feel herself dripping down her thighs.
“Oona,” she whines, “Please, I want…”
“What do you want, baby?” she husks, accent making the words sound like honey. Drenched with a sweet, sticky promise.
Her fingers return back to her left breast to give it the same attention as the other, pinching, tugging, rolling, before she again envelops both of them with her palms.
Her fingers spread to catch her nipples in between her middle and forefinger as she kneads them like dough, up and down and side to side.
Her knee comes up to finally press hard against Ramona’s sex, giving her minute release, not moving but providing an option for friction. The younger girl’s hips move automatically to meet it.
“Tell me what you need.”
Ramona continues to fumble for a response. She’s never done anything like this in her life. All she knows is her body aches for the other girl in places she’s never really explored. She feels sticky and hot and tingly and she’s sure Oona can feel the evidence of her damp warmth through her shorts.
She also knows she has to say it herself if she hopes for anything to happen.
“Y-your mouth.” She sucks in her breath as Oona licks from her pulse point to her ear, biting down softly. “Lower.”
Oona breaks away to moan into the crook of her neck at her words, nodding her head, kissing over her shoulders. She presses her lips lovingly over Ramona’s collarbones, the hollow of her throat, and down up until she is face-to-face with her boobs.
Her hands migrate to her waist again to pull her even tighter against her.
Oona really doesn’t understand what Ramona was so worried about.
“Baby, you are perfect.” she says. Her lips draw a line from the underside of one breast to the other. It tickles. Teases. She maps the skin with her mouth, as if trying to memorize the slope of her body with her tongue.
She takes one breast in her mouth then, enveloping the flesh in heat, swirling her tongue around the rosy ring of her areola.
Ramona’s hands shoot to the back of her head, jolting at the new feeling, grabbing curly strands and pulling until Oona’s scalp stings.
The older merely hums into her, keeping her eyes on Ramona’s face and her reactions, pressing and licking and sucking harder from the encouragement. The vibrations go straight to the younger girl’s cunt.
She gasps as lips come away, spit-slicked and red.
“You’re so so perfect for me.”
And Ramona is half convinced it’s the truth just from the way she says it. She’d always avoided looking at her boobs, hiding them behind thick or baggy fabric and making herself formless. She can’t put her finger on why exactly looking at them makes her feel so uncomfortable, if it’s insecurity about the size—not much more than a handful—or the shape—not exactly round or perky or flawless.
None of that seems to matter to Oona.
The girl meets her eyes as she leaves a feather-light kiss in her wake and moves to the other side. They stay locked as her tongue laves over her peaked nipple. As she sees the sheen of saliva that causes the bud to glisten in the low light.
“Look how perfect you fit.”
Ramona throws her head back and grinds her pelvis down as her boob is taken in between Oona’s teeth, suctioned back into the heat of her mouth, and let go with a wet pop that fills the room. She bites the top of it afterwards, with a soft teasing growl. Soothes it with a puff of cool air.
“Oona. Fuck. Oh my god. Oona.”
The older girl finally moves her knee to meet the desperate thrust of Ramona’s hips. She grasps her waist, helping her roll against it, fingers skimming under the band of her shorts, waiting.
“Do you want this too?” she breathes, tugging a little at them in question. She leaves another kiss on her chest.
Ramona nods her head frantically. She can feel her cunt slipping on the soaked fabric of her underwear. It’s not nearly enough friction anymore.
“Have you ever done this?”
“N-no.” Ramona grabs one of Oona’s hands where it’s begun to rub circles into her hip bone. “But I want to. Please.”
She helps move Oona’s hand to her covered core, wraps her fingers around her wrist as she begins to press softly against her. Her hips are quivering now, needing more than everything she’s been given so far.
She closes her eyes as Oona teases her slightly, fingers working over her shorts, knee rocking slowly, out of sync with the quick pace Ramona is trying to set. It makes her whine. She tries to signal for her to move faster but all she gets is a blindingly fond smile.
“Baby,” Oona coos. “Baby, slow down.”
She grabs both of Ramona’s wrists, taking them in one hand—the one not resting over Ramona’s heat—and bringing them above Ramona’s head, effectively removing her control.
She presses down slightly as if to say stay, kissing Ramona so tenderly that it prompts any and all forms of resistance to quickly bleed out of her. It’s a contrast to the messy, passionate nature of the encounter so far and it has Ramona’s head spinning with how devotingly Oona treasures her taste.
“You are so much more to me than a quick fuck Ramona, you know that right?” She murmurs after breaking away, “I want to take my time with you. I want to make this right. Let me show you how beautiful you are. You deserve that.”
And Ramona, heart beating out of her chest and the corners of her eyes stinging, nods her head and licks her lips in anticipation.
“Ok.” she whispers, “Ok…”
She takes in Oona on top of her, her own chest flushed but hidden away behind the stringy blue fabric of her swimsuit top. She feels a sudden rush of energy return to her.
“But I want to see you first. This doesn’t feel very fair.”
Oona grins like the sun breaching clouds and huffs out a quick laugh, kissing her again and cupping her cheeks to draw her in deeper, drink the smile from her own lips.
“Of course, my love. Go ahead.”
Ramona doesn’t expect the permission but she jumps into action, sitting up and reaching her hands around Oona’s back to find the tie.
She bumps her forehead into Oona’s when the girl giggles at her fumbling, grumbling and blushing profusely but trying not to take her attention away from the task at hand.
She manages to pull the knot loose eventually and drags her hands over strong shoulders so she can tug the stringy garment down, watches as the older girl’s breasts fall forward out of their restraints.
She can’t help but let out a moan at the sight of them rising and falling with Oona’s labored breaths. They’re bigger than her own, full and round, pale triangles where her bathing suit top keeps her covered outlined by the rest of her sun-kissed tan. Her nipples are pink and inviting.
“You can touch me too.” she says softly, with their foreheads still pressed together, words brushing against her lips as they’re said into the thin space between them.
Ramona gingerly takes the older girl’s boobs in her palms, weighing them, kneading them, transfixed as Oona closes her eyes and sighs with every squeeze.
She brushes their noses together to prompt Oona into another gentle kiss, tongues meeting, pace quickening once again, and Oona leans her back down onto the sheets, hands moving back down to Ramona’s shorts.
She quickly dips her hand under the band. The tips of her fingers brush over her underwear, feeling her soaked center. Ramona’s hips stutter. Her eyebrows pinch.
”You’re so wet baby.” Oona mewls, dragging over the cotton, spreading her wetness back and forth. It makes and slick, obscene sound that only makes Ramona moan.
Her hands leave Oona’s breasts to grip her shoulders.
“Take them off.” she pleads, clutching at her skin like her life depends on it.
And who is Oona to refuse her.
The older girl extracts her hand, finally hooking her thumbs in the bands of both her shorts and her underwear at the same time and pulling them down past Ramona’s knees with the help of the younger girl lifting her hips.
Ramona, laid bare before the other girl at last, resists the urge to cover herself.
She feels the cool air hit her drenched cunt.
She barely notices Oona shucking her own pants off, leaving her underwear on, as she resettles halfway on top of her, on her left side. Their legs glide together. She moves her foot over Ramona’s calf. Her left hand snakes its way into Ramona’s hair again and her right hand rests on her chest.
The contact is so much more pronounced. Intimate in ways she’s never been with anyone else. Skin against skin. The light hair on their legs tickling each other. Ramona can feel Oona’s heat, same as her own, against the top of her thigh, it’s burning. The brush of her fingertips is tantalizing and tingly.
Oona gazes down the expanse of Ramona’s entirely exposed body, breath catching and coming in shorter bursts. Again, the younger girl tries not to let the twitch in her thighs override her desire, but unconsciously she bends her knee up as if to conceal herself.
“Baby, you are so gorgeous.”
She grips her thigh gently, watching Ramona’s face for protest, and brings it back down, opening her up.
“Don’t ever hide yourself please. You are so pretty. God, you are so pretty.”
Ramona whimpers at the gentle words, eyes closing, arms having returned to rest behind her head, grasping for purchase on the pillow.
Oona brings her hand back up to her chest, circles her nipples just as they start to harden once more, kisses each of them.
“All of you,” another kiss, “is so pretty.”
She slides her palm over Ramona’s stomach, reaching down through thin, untrimmed hair, and meeting her wet center.
Ramona’s back arches off the bed, immediately sensitive to the touch, worked up and needy.
Oona touches her softly, parting her lips, dragging one finger down her slit, back and forth, gathering her arousal.
She watches how Ramona’s face contorts in pleasure, nudges her nose under her ear to whisper, “Does that feel good, my love?”
Ramona groans in response, nodding her head, flush creeping from her cheeks down her chest. Oona kisses the freckles on her shoulders that are highlighted by the pink skin, moves her fingers back to the top of her mound to rub circles into her clit.
Ramona’s toes start to curl as heat twists itself into a knot, coils low in her stomach, burning and tense. She doesn’t know what to make of it, can only follow the rhythm of Oona’s fingers as she rides the feeling out.
And then Oona’s middle finger is teasing her entrance, causing the muscles in her cunt to jump, squeeze around nothing as she feels it hesitate.
Before Oona can ask Ramona is panting out, “Inside—Oona, please, inside.”
The digit slides into wet heat easily due to how worked up the younger girl is, filling Ramona in a way she wasn’t expecting. She hasn’t tried it herself, but she knows in her core her own fingers would be nothing compared to Oona’s. It reaches places deep inside her she wasn’t aware she could feel. And it feels good—so good it almost hurts. It’s new and surprising and she can’t help her stuttering gasp or the clamping of her thighs down around the girl’s wrist.
“Fuck. Oona. No, don’t stop.”
Oona had paused at her reaction, cautious.
“Are you sure? I’m not hurting you, am I?”
Ramona licks her lips, mouth suddenly very dry. She whines as she attempts to part her thighs again, even the most subtle of movement sending jolts into the burning knot in her core.
“No… No, it feels amazing. Just-just not used to it. Go slow.”
Oona yields to her request, slowly dragging her finger in and out of the girl’s center, curling slightly, moving her thumb back to her clit.
Ramona bites her lip to stop the groans from spilling out of her mouth as she adjusts, pain giving way to immense pleasure as she feels the digit stroke her walls and her hard nub be circled.
“More.” she gasps. She can feel herself reaching what she expects is her height. Her body is buzzing all throughout itself, nerves on fire, and the steady, pulsing between her legs is getting stronger and stronger.
Oona slips another finger into her, picking up speed, “You want more?” she asks as she latches onto Ramona’s earlobe again.
“Want me to fuck you?”
Ramona chokes on an involuntary whimper. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. She nods.
”Use your words baby.”
Oona curls her fingers purposefully, leaving kisses down her neck. She strokes a bundle of nerves deep inside Ramona that makes her let out another array of quiet little whines, picking up volume as Oona continues to thrust and curl.
She sucks in a breath, “Y-yes. Please, fuck me.”
Oona reinvents what it means to push, going even faster, hot, wet noises and heavy breathing.
Her fingers drag against Ramona’s walls. She feels her body shake with every plunge back into slick warmth.
At one particularly forceful thrust Ramona feels herself tense, shocks and shivers wracking her frame, coil breaking loose and sending white hot pleasure to every corner of her body.
Oona hums, “Yes baby, that’s it, you’re doing so well. Come for me.”
She nearly screams as she orgasms, but Oona’s mouth fits itself over hers, effectively silencing her with her lips. She licks into her open mouth, moaning herself, fingering her all the way through the aftershocks.
When they part Ramona falls back down onto the pillow, out of breath, a warm, fuzzy feeling of absolute satisfaction spreading through her, sticky and sweet.
Oona is still above her, eyes blown and adoring as she gazes down at her. She gently takes her fingers out of Ramona, the younger girl groaning slightly, and brings them up to look at in the dim light.
They’re soaked with Ramona’s arousal—enough that she would’ve felt embarrassed had she been in any other state of mind other than thoroughly-fucked-out so instead he just feels herself clench around the emptiness the older girl has left as Oona slides them into her own mouth and groans at the taste of her as she sucks them clean.
“You did amazing.” she husks.
Ramona can only stare at her in her blissful state.
“Now, let me clean you up.”
And before she can think Oona is on her again.
She yelps when Oona’s tongue drags over the insides of her thighs, hands gripping into the muscle to part her, strands of hair tickling her center and causing her to tremble from the mix of overwhelming sensations.
She’s overly sensitive, but she can still feel herself gushing new arousal from the sight of Oona between her legs. Her hot breath makes her spasm and leak as she gets closer and closer to the place she needs her most once again.
She tries to catch her breath but Oona seems hellbent on making that impossible.
The older girl doesn’t hesitate like she did with her fingers, her mouth connects with Ramona’s cunt suddenly and surprisingly without warning. Ramona’s hips jump off the bed but Oona brings her forearm over her stomach to press her back down, not ceasing her lapping at her.
She eats like a woman starved, tongue diving in to drag along her lips, gather wetness, absorb her essence.
Her jaw works to open herself as wide as she can.
She’d mentioned cleaning her up but Ramona would say, if anything, she was actually making more of a mess. The firm strokes of her tongue have her dripping into her mouth, new arousal joining the old at the apex of her thighs. Oona consumes it all, licking and drinking from her.
She goes back and forth between long, slow strokes over her slit, dipping into her entrance, and faster kitten licks over her hardened clit, switching between sucking and circling.
Ramona has at this point wrapped her hands around Oona’s long, beautiful hair, gripping it in a fist like a mock ponytail. She loosely guides the girl with feeble tugs, back and forth, and feels the bunk rocking slowly in tandem with them, meeting the thrusts of her hips and of Oona’s face into her cunt.
“Yes… f-faster Oona… Fuck, you’re so good at this, what the fuck.”
She feels the older girl smile against her, feels the way her jaw opens even wider to collect everything Ramona gives her. She’s nearing the same edge again, heels moving to dig into Oona’s back, desperate whines and breaths escaping her lips.
“I’m close.” she mewls. “I’m really fucking close.”
Oona then locates a place deep inside her that seems to flip switch, reigniting the hot coil, tightening it once again but this time so fast it shatters just like that. She focuses on the bud as Ramona responds more and more uncontrollably, until it’s sending waves crashing over her.
The pressure in her belly breaks, sending her over the edge. It’s like cliff jumping, that brief moment when she’s suspended in the air, heart dropping to her ass, a crazy, weightless, and electrifying sensation that makes her feel more alive than anything else.
Oona laps at her one last time as she settles back down, taking a minute to suck at the excess on her skin and kiss her shuddering thighs before crawling back up her body and laying her entire naked weight against her.
She smiles, chin wet, eyes sparkling, and Ramona can’t do anything else but pull her in to suck her own flavor from her tongue.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” she says breathlessly.
Oona smirks proudly, “Crazy about you.”
She kisses her again slowly, then takes to attacking her cheeks and her forehead with wet, messy smooches.
“You taste so good by the way.”
Ramona’s eyes roll back in her head as Oona nips at her bottom lip, licks into her mouth again, sharing the taste.
The whiplash has her curling her toes like she’s about to come for the third time of the night. Her face burns.
“Oh my god, shut up.”
Oona just laughs and begins to descend down her chest once more with fluttering pecks and claiming hands, but before she can make it very far Ramona is grabbing her face to stop her, raising her head, cheeks squished and expression adorably confused, to meet her eyes.
“It’s your turn now, idiot.”
Oona’s eyes widen at that, eyebrows raising, “Oh that’s ok, you don’t have to.”
Ramona frowns, retreating into herself at once, “Oh, um, do you not want me to?”
Her heart clenches painfully, the older girl immediately noticing the hurt that flashes across her face, jumping to wrap her in her arms.
“Whoa hey, baby no! That’s not what I meant. I just um…” She grimaces, as if reflecting back on an unpleasant experience. “They don’t usually… want to. The girls I’m with, I mean.”
Ramona continues to frown, but this time for different reasons. “What do you mean they don’t want to? Why wouldn’t they want to?”
Oona smiles at Ramona’s angry pout, how she’s incredulous on her behalf, and shrugs, “Every now and then a person will decide they’re more of a taker than a giver. You can’t blame them. It’s just how it works sometimes.”
Ramona stares at her and then scoffs, pushing her to the side so she can crawl on top of her again. She flops down easily.
“Well, what if I’m both?”
Oona licks her lips, rubbing her hands up the thighs bracketing her hips, settling low on Ramona’s ass to give it a firm squeeze.
“That works sometimes too.” she whispers.
Ramona nods, leaning down to kiss the older girl’s neck, determined to make Oona feel even half the pleasure she’s already experienced.
The older girl jolts at the wet tongue on her pulse point, more sensitive than Ramona was expecting. She kisses up and down, takes note of the tightening of the fingers on her bottom. She experimentally bites at the tender skin, eliciting a high whine, like the sound of an angel.
She rears back, takes in Oona’s wide eyes, also surprised at her own responsiveness.
“You’re really sensitive.”
Oona blushes for the first time, turning her head to the side and letting out a breath. It’s devastatingly attractive. “Um yeah, like I said, this doesn’t usually happen.”
Ramona can’t help but feel emboldened by the knowledge that she’s one of the only people who’s gotten to see the older girl like this. Worked up. Red faced and shy. Her chest heaving as molten heat begins to bubble in her core.
She grins, nudges the underside of her jaw, slides her hands over her breasts.
“I like it.”
“Hmm,” Oona moans, eyes closed, lost in focusing on the feeling of Ramona over her skin, “Do you?”
Ramona nods, pinches the hardened nub of her left nipple and licks the side of her boob as she massages the other. Oona squeezes her eyes shut and bites her lip.
“I do.”
She continues to move her mouth over Oona’s chest for a minute before returning to her lips, capturing them in an intense collision of their mouths, Ramona taking pleasure in how soft Oona’s lips still are despite how she’s kissed her raw. Their breath washes over each other.
Oona’s hands are still brushing up and down over her lower back, making it hard for her to focus, but she slides down her body, the hands migrating to her shoulders instead as she reaches for the band of Oona’s soaked underwear.
“This ok?” she asks, just to make sure.
Oona responds with a breathy “Yes” and Ramona groans as she peels the fabric from her center, arousal coating the cotton, making it stick to her cunt.
She discards the wrecked piece of clothing and then freezes at the sight before her. Thick blonde curls and even thicker, puffy lips begging for attention.
Ramona looks up at Oona. She has one arm thrown over her eyes, the other fist clenched by her side, legs parting unwittingly. The younger girl brings her hand to the inside of her thigh, teasing, gauging her reaction, watching as her mouth opens and a whimper breaks through her clamped teeth.
Heat courses through Oona, every inch of her skin feeling like a live wire, an electric current splitting through her at even the smallest graze of contact.
Ramona slides her other hand into the clasped fist at her side, intertwining their fingers as she meets Oona’s wet core.
She positions her wrist so her palm can rub against the older girl’s clit, stroking two fingers firmly through her folds, pressing down and scooping back up.
Oona whimpers again, louder, vice-like grip on Ramona’s hand.
She moves faster.
Oona’s hips rise and fall to meet the heel of her hand and the thorough caress of her fingers. She plants her feet, bending at the knees and opening herself wider, lifting her pelvis off the bunk.
“Oona?” Ramona says quietly, enjoying the needy movement of the lower half of her body. She slides two fingers into Oona, eliciting a sharp moan and the older girl’s eyes fly open.
“Oona, can you look at me?”
Though she struggles to, Oona turns her flushed face to look down her body at Ramona as she works her hand between her legs. She holds her gaze, any trace of green practically nonexistent in the dark pools of black that are her eyes. Her cheeks are pink.
She looks heavenly, on the brink of divine ascension.
And she may as well be with how every thrust and curl of Ramona’s fingers, inexperienced but enthusiastic, has the melting, molten fire that spreads from her chest to her cunt bubbling to the surface.
Ramona does what Oona did for her, curling, dragging. She pushes in all the way to her third knuckle and then slowly brings them out until only her fingertip remains. Repeats the process.
Oona pants through her teeth’s grip on her lip, whimpers as Ramona picks up the pace, and then everything comes spilling over, white hot.
It feels like a bubble bursting inside her, arousal overflowing, covering Ramona’s hand. Her other hand digs so hard into Ramona’s back that it’s sure to leave marks. Ramona isn’t sure she minds that there will be evidence of Oona’s pleasure left on her after everything has settled down.
For now, she helps her ride through the ripples of pleasure until her body goes slack. Then she kisses up her sweat-sheened stomach, sucks on her breast again just because she can—after staring at them behind scraps of fabric for years, she feels she has the right to indulge—and meets Oona’s pliant mouth, sluggish and lazy, kissing her over and over again until she gains back feeling in her… everything and can respond.
“That was kind of fucking incredible.” she whispers, breathless.
Ramona beams against her cheek, feeling almost shy now, tucking herself into the side of the older girl.
Oona hums, hugging her, eyes fluttering sleepily, “I mean it. That may have been the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls.” Ramona teases. She only mumbles a little, can’t help the bitterness that creeps in. But it’s subdued, all those years of imagining Oona with others were in the past. Now, she was right here, with Ramona.
Oona cracks open her eyes. They sparkle, her whole face glowing. She runs her hands back into Ramona’s hair, brushing it out of the way and fixing her with a look of utter devotion.
“I don’t know any other girls.” She kisses her nose. “You are perfect. What else could I ever need?”
And maybe Ramona believes her.