Page 16 of Party Favors
“What I want is to take you apart with my mouth, nice and quick. Real cookie-cutter shit because it’s the middle of the night and you need your sleep. So I’m gonna suck on your clit until you come. Nothing crazy. Nothing wild. My mouth, your clit. Can you come that way?”
A shiver racked Amanda’s body. “Yes. Please, Wren. I feel …”
“What do you feel?”
Amanda thrust her hands into her own hair and fisted it. She looked so fucking sexy.
“Like a cork that’s about to pop. Please, Wren. Touch me.”
Pent up. Untapped energy.Mine.
Amanda was Wren’s, for the next few minutes at least, and Wren wasn’t going to take that for granted.
“I will, Amanda. I’m going to get something for me, okay?”
Amanda nodded frantically, so Wren leapt off the bed and tore through her bag. She knew she had toys in there. She had a whole travel setup that permanently stayed in her toiletry bag, but she hadn’t expected to need it during this girls’ getaway.
Her hand hit the smooth head of a toy.Yes. A wand.
She pulled it out of its lint-free travel sack and dove back into bed. “Still with me?”
“Yes.”
Wren went down onto one elbow and used her other hand to hold the wand between her own legs through her shorts. Then Wren spread Amanda’s pussy lips wide and licked over her clit. Amanda let loose a sobbing moan. It sounded like pure relief and was enough to make Wren wet. She turned on her wand to a low setting and let the vibration flow through her.
Amanda tasted sharp and rich, her juices slicking everything up nicely. Wren wanted to delve inside her with fingers and tongue and toys and, damn, whatever she could fit, but that wasn’t what they’d agreed on. Maybe next time. Or the time after that.
Fuck, all Wren wanted was an infinite number of times.
Wren sucked on Amanda’s clit. She listened to Amanda’s breathy noises, read the twisting and arching of her body until Wren was positive she was on the right track. She’d found the right rhythm, the right pressure.
Amanda’s thighs tensed around Wren’s head, so Wren pinned one of Amanda’s legs to the bed, and Amanda shuddered underneath her.
“That’s it, A,” Wren rumbled against Amanda’s cunt. She felt the telltale clenching of Amanda’s muscles. Wren sucked hard on her clit. “Come on my lips like a good fucking girl.”
“Yes… Oh God.” Amanda abruptly latched onto Wren’s shoulder, her fingernails digging into the flesh through Wren’s T-shirt. “Yes. Yes.”
Amanda’s clit pulsed on Wren’s tongue. This was Wren’s favorite moment. Those few, eternity-long seconds when time and reality were suspended, and everything ached, and relief was only a breath away. She loved getting her partners there. Drawing it out. Making them scream or sigh or say her name.
Amanda didn’t scream. Or sigh. But she sure as shit said Wren’s name. Again and again as her orgasm throbbed through her, shook her like an earthquake, and drenched Wren’s chin.
Wren didn’t let up. She twirled her tongue around Amanda’s clit until she was twitching and jerking from an overload of sensation.
And that quickly, Wren’s own arousal became sharp and impossible to ignore. She shucked her shorts to midthigh, spread her legs as much as she could, ramped up the vibrator to ten, and moved to press her face back against Amanda’s pussy. She was content to kiss at Amanda’s pussy until she exploded, but Amanda had other plans.
She pushed against Wren’s shoulder until Wren was kneeling upright. Amanda sat up so they were face to face, her legs splayed around Wren’s knees.
Wren’s mouth and chin were wet. Her face was hot. The vibrator was loud in the hushed stillness. Amanda stared at her. Watched her.
Without saying anything, Amanda leaned in and licked delicately over Wren’s chin.
“Yeah, baby,” Wren breathed. She threaded her fingers into Amanda’s long hair and cupped the back of her head.
“Can I touch you?” Amanda whispered. She seemed innocent and curious, and Wren about came on the spot.
Wren nodded, the ability to speak leaving her the closer she got to orgasm. The room was blurring around her.
Amanda dipped her hand below the vibrator and strummed her fingers through Wren’s swollen folds. She didn’t push inside, just played with Wren’s labia. That gentle touch coupled with the intense vibration on her clit was a clash of opposing forces, both strong and perfect in their own right, but better mingled together.
