Page 54 of Party Favors
She snuggled up to Amanda and held her as she came down from her high. Wren’s clit clamp was creating insistent and hard-to-ignore sensations, but she pushed it to the back of her mind, riding out the unresolved yearning instead. Cuddling Amanda was just as fulfilling.
Amanda was still wearing that ridiculous headband with the disco balls, but it was noticeably off-kilter. The sight was so sweet and perfect that Wren felt her heart dislodge like a champagne cork and go flying around the balcony.
Wren carefully took the headband off and kissed Amanda’s temple. Amanda sighed and nestled closer. They laid there a few minutes before Amanda stirred, her eyes groggy.
“Let me get you some water, love,” Wren whispered.
Amanda frowned and shook her head. “In a second.” She trailed her palm down over Wren’s breast, sending a zing of pleasure to the pit of her stomach. Amanda’s hand kept going, finally reaching Wren’s thigh, where she halfheartedly tried to push her skirt up.
“It’s okay, Amanda. We don’t have to do anything else.”
Amanda grumbled, and her frown went adorably deeper. “I want to. Wanna go down on you while you’re wearing that clippy thing.”
“A clamp.”
“That,” Amanda said. “But my body is all loosey goosey.” She snapped her fingers, and Wren laughed. Wren loved Amanda like this—fucked out. “Sit on my face.”
“Excuse me?” Wren said playfully.
“Yep. Make this lounger thing recline all the way back and sit right here.” Amanda made a popping noise with her lips.
Wren cranked the handle to make the lounge lie flat. She still wasn’t sure about this, but her body was screaming at her to saddle up.
The silly sleepiness had cleared from Amanda’s eyes. “I’m serious. I would love to make you feel good, Wren. I want you to be on top of me, and in my mouth, and everywhere.”
That was convincing enough. Wren yanked her skirt up around her waist and gingerly straddled Amanda’s neck and shoulders.
“Anything I need to know about this sucker?” Amanda asked.
“My clit?” Wren said, a tease in her voice.
Amanda laughed. “The clamp!”
“Not really. You’ll probably make me come just by going down on me, but if you remove it when I come, my orgasm will be stronger.”
“And all I have to do is slide that ring down, and it’ll come off?”
“Yep.” Wren brushed her fingers through Amanda’s hair.
Amanda smiled. It was such a tender smile that Wren didn’t expect Amanda to grab her ass and pull her forward to her mouth.
“Oh fuck!”
The prickly, pulsing sensation in her clit multiplied tenfold with Amanda’s lips on it. She rolled her hips, and Amanda moaned her approval and clutched at Wren’s ass.
Every brush of Amanda’s lips, every suck and lick, was a lightning rod to her core. She realized she was making these gasping mewls, but she couldn’t stop.
She cupped the back of Amanda’s head and rode her lips hard. “This okay?” she asked, her voice shot.
“Mmhmm.”
She was getting close. It was mind-blowing, and she was getting close.
Amanda must have been able to tell because she tried to get her fingers up the clamp, but with Wren’s arms holding her head, there were too many appendages in the way.
Wren let go of Amanda and planted her hands a foot above Amanda’s head, so she was on all fours.
Amanda brushed against the clamp with her fingers, and the tug on Wren’s clit sent her eyes rolling back. So close. So close.
