Page 52 of Party Favors
“Yes.” Amanda shivered at the gravel in Wren’s voice.
“If it hurts, you need to tell me immediately. If you want more, tell me that too. Yes?”
“Yes.”
Wren sat back. The smile that bloomed over her face was as vivid and blinding as the party lights. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
She drizzled lube over her fingers and tenderly entered Amanda. It felt like two fingers, maybe. Not enough to stretch. Wren had been right—having an orgasm earlier had made her body lax and malleable.
It was pretty simple, bare-boned bliss. Fingertips stroking over her G-spot, a thumb that occasionally ghosted over her clit. Amanda closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
After a few minutes, Wren added more lube and another finger. It stretched her slightly, but she quickly adjusted. The increased pressure inside made the muscles in her stomach jump. She was wet and messy from the lube and her own arousal.
“You like that?” Wren asked, speeding up her thrusts slightly.
“Yeah.” Amanda trailed her hands over her own body, feeling the fringe on her dress swing and slip between her fingers. She touched her own breasts. Their weight in her palms was nice, and she especially enjoyed Wren’s shaky gasp at the sight.
Amanda opened her eyes. Wren was flushed, and her mouth was swollen from the kisses and from biting her lips. Wren’s skirt had dropped back into place, obscuring her gorgeous pussy and the little clamp from Amanda’s eyes.
A sneaky sort of anticipation started to unwind inside her. She could come from internal stimulation alone. She knew that from lots of practice, but usually it took just that—practice. Yet, she felt like her body was reaching for something, aching for it.
“Wren … more? Please?”
“You want my pinkie, needy girl?”
“Yes. But slow.”
Wren kissed Amanda’s upturned knee. “Of course.” She drizzled extra lube over Amanda’s pussy without pulling her fingers out, making a mess over her hand and the towel below. It made everything deliciously dirty.
With subtle nudging, patience, and all her focus on Amanda, Wren got another finger inside her. Amanda could tell Wren’s fingers were scrunched close together, and the stretch was unbelievable.
A moan cracked through Amanda’s chest as Wren worked the fingers deeper. More lube. More gentle thrusting.
“Oh my God.” Amanda couldn’t hold her head up any longer, even though she’d quite enjoyed watching Wren in action. Her body felt weak and vulnerable.
She really liked it.
“Are you okay, Amanda?”
“Uhnf.” Amanda had to blink a few times. That unwinding pleasure inside her had nearly reached the end of its rope, beginning to pull taut. “Good. I’m good.”
Wren let Amanda adjust. Let her body start to sing with wanting more. With wanting deeper.
“Feels like your whole hand is up there,” she said thickly.
“Just about. Everything but my thumb. Think you can come this way? You’re doing amazing, baby. So perfect.”
“Yeah. I could … but I want the thumb.”
Wren froze for a second, and under other circumstances, Amanda might have gotten self-conscious, but she was too far gone for insecurity.
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh. Please.”
“Have you ever done that before?” Wren asked.
Amanda shook her head. Her hair stuck to her sweat-kissed skin.
