Page 39 of Party Favors
Wren finally rested the tip of the vibrator against Amanda’s clit. Her panties muted the sensation slightly, which was a good thing because it almost made her jump out of her skin.
She had used a vibrator before, of course. Once she and Wren had gotten to know each other well enough to share secrets, Wren’s enthusiasm for them had made Amanda curious. But masturbation was usually just a perfunctory means to an end, and a vibrator simply made the process efficient. She’d never used one with a partner, which was probably a red flag for those past relationships and the way she’d kept herself and her desires locked away.
“That’s it, Amanda. The way you move is so sexy, showing me what you need.”
That was the key, wasn’t it? Wren was reading her body, listening to it. Wren made her feel like she was important, like her desire was.
Wren circled the vibrator around Amanda’s clit. Amanda realized she was rotating her hips, chasing and retreating from the sensation and forcing Wren to move her fingers in and out.
Hunger caught her like a fishhook, tugging at her sharply. “More,” she managed to grit out. “Want to be full.”
Wren set the vibrator down—it rattled against the fancy conference table—and used her free hand to pull Amanda’s panties farther to the side.
“Want to watch you take my fingers,” Wren said. Her voice was wrecked. Heat flushed down Amanda’s spine.
Wren pulled out and thrust back in gently. Amanda had no idea how many fingers Wren was using. Maybe three? But it wasn’t enough. Wren fucked her roughly a few times.
The sound of Wren spitting knocked against Amanda’s senses before she felt the saliva hit her pussy. That was not something Amanda would have ever thought she would like. Hell, she’d never thought about it before, but it was so dirty, and it dinged this deep, wanton place in her brain, lighting her up.
She arched and had to grab onto her own hair, to grab onto anything. Another finger nudged her pussy, pushing at her. An image of her opening up like a blossom flashed behind her eyelids. Wren let go of her panties, fingers still planted, and picked the vibrator up from the table.
That extra finger, not quite inside her yet, but trying,teasing, nearly pushed her over the edge. The vibrator on her clit did the job.
A shudder tore through her, and her body locked hard around Wren’s fingers before releasing in a flood of endorphins and tremors and moans.
Wren didn’t remove the vibrator, which seemed to make Amanda’s body jerk and pulse forever.
“That’s right. Take it, pretty girl. Doesn’t that feel good?”
Eventually, with a whimper, Amanda twisted away from the toy, and Wren let her go, slipping her fingers out at the same time.
Wren gently kissed the inside of Amanda’s thigh. “Reach down here and feel the mess you made of your panties, love.”
Amanda obeyed without thought, her mind snagging on Wren’s use of “love” as a pet name. The silk was wet and slippery. “Fuck.”
“You know how hot that is? How hot you make me? I think I could come, and all I’ve done is finger you.”
Amanda smiled and slid the silk blindfold off her eyes. “You did a bit more than finger me.” She had to blink several times to allow her eyes to adjust to the lights in the room. This room didn’t have the mellow lighting of the rest of the cottage. It was slightly harsh, which made her realize that she’d been completely on display. And that turned her on more.
She was learning all kinds of things about herself, and that was down to Wren. Wren had made this safe for Amanda. Safe for her to let go, to be herself. To feel pleasure without her insecurities and fears making chaos in her head.
Somewhere in Amanda’s head, a ball was dropping, ready to light the sky with fireworks. This safety … this openness was how relationships were meant to be. It was howthis relationshipcould be.
Amanda lifted up on her elbows and stared down at Wren where she was sitting in the leather office chair. She was shocked again by the sight of Wren in her strappy, red bra and matching G-string. She wasn’t even sure if you could call that thing a bra. It didn’t have cups but a horizontal mesh band over the center of Wren’s breasts and vertical straps that crossed over her chest and neck.
Wren grinned and crawled up onto the table, straddling Amanda’s waist and kissing her. Amanda took this for the gift that it was and touched as much of Wren as she could. The knobs down her spine, her hipbones, her pierced nipples covered in mesh, her butt.
The kissing, though, was life-changing. Maybe it was the floaty feelings from an incredible orgasm, but Amanda let her mind spin away from her, let herself imagine a life where she had a vintage clothing store across from William’s famous gay bar.
A life where she spent every night in Wren’s bed. Where she got to kiss this amazing woman’s lips every day. A life full of friendship and comfort and great sex.
Wren made a noise in the back of her throat and pressed her pussy against Amanda’s stomach.
“What do you need?” Amanda whispered against Wren’s lips.
Wren ripped her mouth away and tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were glassy as she glanced around the room.
“Go grab those decorative books for me,” Wren said, pointing at a bookshelf on the far side of the room.
