Page 49 of Curses & Cold Brew
As if reading my thoughts, the demon smiled wickedly and reached over my head to retrieve an expensive-looking bottle of body wash. She squirted a bit into her palm before handing it to me and lathering the soap. It smelled like her: musky, floral, and a little bit of spice. When her palms were full of bubbles, she rubbed my shoulders and then moved down to my chest, breasts, and belly. All the while, our eyes never left each other’s.
The feeling of her hands massaging the soapy lather across my skin was its own sort of ecstasy.
When she deemed me sufficiently covered, she pulled me under the water, taking her time to rinse away the soap before turning off the shower and returning the bottle to the shelf. She stepped out first, grabbed two towels from under the sink, then wrapped one around me then one around herself.
We didn’t need words. I was still glowy from what had just happened, although I was a bit disappointed that we were covered up again. I was far from ready for this night to be over.
But then she took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and through a door across the hall. As soon as the light came on, I realized it was her bedroom. My hair was dripping and I worried I would somehow ruin her bedding, but any protest I had disappeared when Ramona pulled open a drawer next to her bed and pulled out not one, not two, but three straps: one acognac leather, one a studded bloodred, and one an opalescent silver that matched her eyes.
She smirked. “Pick your poison, witch.”
She slid open the drawer below and I was greeted with an array of dildos in varying shapes and sizes.
My mouth watered.
Now this is a choose-your-own adventure I could get behind.
The purple one was small and thin but deliciously curved. The next was thick, long, and ribbed. And like some sort of porno version ofGoldilocks and the Three Bears, the third looked just right. The tentacle-looking attachment had suction cups on the underside, an undulating bulge in the middle, and a small twist at the end to hit all the right spots.
I picked up the dildo and gave it a testing squeeze as my core clenched. “This one?”
“Good choice,” Ramona said approvingly. “It vibrates.”
With a snap of her fingers, the opalescent harness was wrapped around her waist, and the toy vanished from my fingers only to reappear perfectly positioned in the ring between her legs. The harness fit her like a glove, and she didn’t have to split her attention between sustaining the mood while fiddling with the buckles and trying to play it off like she’dmeantto step into the wrong leg hole.
All bless the goddess of lesbian magic.
Ramona pulled at my towel with desperation, the two of us stumbling backward toward the bed. When the backs of my thighs hit the mattress, her hand shot out to catch the nape of my neck and lower me onto the soft satin sheets.
Hell had nothing on the heat in her eyes when she looked at me.
“Open your legs for me,” she ordered, and I did as she commanded, my heart fluttering in my chest. “Good girl.”
She notched the tip of the tentacle at my entrance and pulsed. The vibrations buzzed across my sensitive flesh, and my hips rose to meet hers, but she pulled back, taunting. She climbed farther onto the bed, hovering over me as she kissed a line down my jaw and throat to my chest and sucked a nipple into her mouth.
I bit down on my lip to quell the curse clawing up my throat. Her tongue flicked and her teeth nipped until I was close to coming just from those sensations alone.
“Ramona,” I moaned. “Please.”
She let out a triumphant groan before she thrust her hips and the tentacle filled me.
“Oh fuck!” I was pulled down by the undertow of sensations, already knowing that the best orgasm of my life was about to be topped.
Those vibrating suckers hitallthe right nerves.
Ramona’s breath was ragged, a satisfied hum on her lips as she pumped in and out until I was on the brink of another blinding orgasm. When the wave of pleasure took hold, I cried out, my voice echoing off the walls. I didn’t know how long I made those euphoric sounds, but by the time Ramona slowed her thrusts, my throat was hoarse, my body boneless and sated.
The haze started to fade, and our mouths met again as my body went slack. Ramona eased the toy out of me and over my still-sensitive nerves, causing me to shiver. A quick moment later, her warmth returned as she rolled to her side and gathered me against her.
“Wow,” was all I could manage.
She huffed a laugh. “Yeah?”
The wine and euphoria felt thick in my blood but loosened my lips. “I waited a whole year when we could’ve been doing that the whole time?”
She laughed and pulled me closer. “We’ll have to make up for lost time, then, I guess.”
“Right now?” I teased even as I stifled a yawn.
