Page 15 of Party Favors
“Okay?” Wren whispered.
Amanda nodded and pressed their lips together urgently. Her fists were clenched in the back of Wren’s shirt, and her body was taut. She felt like untapped energy under Wren’s hands.
Pent up. Amanda was pent up.
Wren continued to kiss her. A tender, soothing give and take. She coaxed Amanda to open her lips wider. Their tongues touched, velvety and hot and slow. Wren ran one hand lightly up and down Amanda’s back and cupped her cheek with the other.
But Amanda didn’t seem to want soothing or tender. She clutched at Wren and pressed against Wren’s body. It made Wren itch to slow down more. To draw it out, make it sweet until Amanda was at a boiling point.
Amanda ripped her mouth away and took a few big, gulping breaths. Wren moved her lips to the hinge of Amanda’s jaw, then the soft spot under her chin.
“Wren,” Amanda breathed. She was trembling.
“Hmm?” Wren licked over her throat.
Amanda rolled to her back and took Wren with her. Wren’s thigh landed between Amanda’s legs, and she arched into it.
“Wren.” This time her name was a moan.
Wren lifted her head and pressed up onto her hands so her weight wasn’t on Amanda. “Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Oh.” Wren let her gaze travel over Amanda’s body in the dark. The dips and shadows, her heavy tits, her hair a halo around her head. Goddamn, but Amanda was gorgeous.
“Please,” Amanda whispered.
They needed to talk. Needed to have a conversation using words rather than their tongues, but that was tomorrow’s problem.
“Want to hear my next resolution?” Wren kneeled between Amanda’s legs and rucked up her silky shirt to reveal her stomach.
“Uh-huh.”
Wren kissed the skin above Amanda’s belly button. Her body was supple and plush.
“Fall asleep with your taste on my lips.”
“Then come up here and kiss me again.”
“Oh, pretty girl.” Wren nosed at her waistband. “Not that taste.”
“Oh God.”
Wren glanced up. She slid her hands slowly up Amanda’s legs. “You like that resolution?”
“Yes.”
“Safety first. I was tested recently. All clear.”
Amanda blinked as if she was coming out of a daze. “Yeah, same. Well, not recently. A few months ago, but I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Good.” Wren ripped Amanda’s sleep shorts down. She was wearing a black cotton thong. Amanda lifted her hips, so Wren tugged that down too.
Wren grabbed Amanda’s knees and parted her legs so they were spread wide. Amanda’s cunt glistened, already wet, and Wren wished it was brighter in the room. In the dark, Amanda was a sight to behold. Amanda in the daylight would be a masterpiece.
“This is what’s going to happen. You tell me yes or no, okay?” Wren said.
Amanda’s breath was heaving, and she twisted her hips. “God, please, Wren. Whatever you want.”
