Page 50 of Party Favors
“Come sit with me,” Wren said.
Amanda skirted the wooden side table and plopped down on the chaise beside Wren. They drank more champagne, letting the noisy party below reach them.
On an impulse, Amanda dipped a finger in her champagne and painted it over Wren’s lips. Wren had been wearing a deep plum lipstick at the beginning of the night, but it had worn off from kissing and drinking, leaving behind a subtle purple tint. Now, those juicy lips parted on a gasp. She didn’t lick the champagne off. She just stared at Amanda with heat in her eyes.
Amanda leaned in and kissed Wren very softly, the crisp taste of champagne bursting on her tongue. When she pulled back, Wren’s eyes were even darker, the lids heavy.
“I like that game,” Wren said, her voice low. She wetted her finger with champagne from her own glass and daubed it along Amanda’s collarbone, quickly following with her mouth.
Yearning twisted in Amanda’s stomach—a slow, careful thing, like a rope coiled around a hand. Wren repeated the process over the cusp of Amanda’s shoulder, down to her wrist, the join of her forefinger and thumb, sucking and licking up the cool liquid and spinning Amanda into a deeper web of hazy arousal.
Abruptly, Wren sat up and reached for her black purse.
“Whatcha you got in there?” Amanda asked. Her voice was thick.
Wren winked. “Party favors.”
“What kind of party favors?”
With a grin and lots of dramatic flourish, Wren pulled a … fringed noisemaker out of her purse. It was shiny, cheap, and made of gold foil. She kneeled between Amanda’s legs and kissed her hard before pulling back and fluttering the noisemaker over her thigh. She followed that tickle with her lips, nosing the hem of Amanda’s dress farther up her leg.
“No one can see us here,” Wren said against her leg. “I double-checked.”
“Okay.” Amanda’s breath was coming fast.
“But we can hear them. They could hear us if we really wanted them to. Is that fine with you?”
“Yes.”
“And it’s all right if I make you come out here on this balcony, party raging below us?”
Amanda thunked her head back on the cushion of the chaise lounge. She felt the disco balls on her headband quiver. “Yes.”
Wren flipped up the bottom of Amanda’s dress, revealing her underwear. “Oh, lookie here. This is gorgeous.” She trailed a finger over the rose-gold silk waistband. “But it’s coming off.”
Amanda obediently lifted her hips so Wren could strip off the panties.
“God, you’ve got the prettiest cunt. Has anyone ever told you that? Makes my mouth water, Amanda.”
Amanda loved when Wren’s voice got gruff and hard. She wriggled a little, torn between spreading her legs wider to show off and the innate shyness that made her want to snap her thighs together.
She took a deep breath and spread them.
Wren gently rubbed a thumb over Amanda’s clit, and Amanda melted into the chaise with a sigh.
“Love the way you look right now, half-dressed with that silly headband on,” Wren whispered.
Amanda laughed. She felt so happy, so ecstatic to be here, like this, with Wren, she could hardly stand it. “Thank you.” She hoped Wren knew she was thanking her for more than the compliment, but maybe she didn’t. As Wren bent down and kissed over Amanda’s clit, Amanda gasped. “For everything. For this whole girls’ getaway … Oh fuck. For making me feel happy and free. Damn … And for being you.Yes. God, Wren.”
Wren chuckled and slipped a finger into Amanda’s pussy. “You’re tight,” she said, her breath hot against all of Amanda’s most sensitive skin.
“Oh?” Probably because she was wound up.
Wren laughed again and pulled her mouth away slightly. “I want to get as many fingers in you as I can. Been dreaming of it. Want to stuff you so full of me you feel me on that plane tomorrow.”
Amanda moaned. “That. Yes.”
“But I think you need a nice orgasm to relax first, huh? Bet I could make it quick. Get you off, real pleasant-like, then do it all over again but better. You want that, pretty girl?” Wren finished that fantastic monologue with a nipping bite to Amanda’s inner thigh.
