Page 53 of Party Favors
“I’ll go slow, and I’ll stop if it doesn’t feel good. I promise.”
“Trust you,” Amanda guttered out.
Wren slowly pulled her fingers out and doused her entire hand with lube before quickly getting back to where they’d been before. Amanda’s body accepted her fingers again easily.
She felt the bump of Wren’s thumb against her entrance. It was pressed tight against Wren’s palm.
“Deep breath, beautiful,” Wren said. She sounded so in control, and that was what Amanda needed. She needed to let go. She needed to fly.
Suddenly, she was stretched so wide it hurt, but it was also indescribable. Like Wren was reaching a hidden depth inside her, touching her somewhere that no one else could. Like Amanda was made for Wren’s fist.
The stretch eased as quickly as it appeared, then nothing but pulsing relief. They both gasped. Amanda managed to open her eyes, her vision hazy. Wren was looking avidly down at her pussy.
Amanda must have made a noise because Wren glanced up.
“You … Fuck, Amanda. Can’t describe how hot it is to see you around my wrist.”
Amanda couldn’t say anything. Her ability to speak was gone. She was shaking, her insides tensing and releasing. The fullness was incredible, but she craved movement. She twitched her hips, drawing another gasp from both their mouths.
Wren added lube around her wrist and slowly, almost imperceptibly, moved her arm.
The pleasure wasn’t like anything Amanda had ever known. It was deeper, more internal, and it was peeling out on her fast, ready to speed away. She was afraid of it because it felt big and terrifying.
“Close,” she choked out. “Scared.”
Wren hummed. “Don’t be scared. I’ll catch you. I’m right here, pretty girl.”
A cheer from the crowd below went up, and Amanda jumped. She’d forgotten they were down there. Forgotten where the fuck she was. That there was an entire New Year’s Eve party not three floors below her.
They were counting down. “Ten … Nine.”
The adrenaline of it all tightened her body, and she moaned, long and low.
“That’s it. Come for me, A. Almost midnight.”
Wren caught one of Amanda’s hands with her free one. Amanda hadn’t realized she was flailing until Wren’s fingers curled around hers.
“Six … Five.”
Amanda stared at Wren. She was shaking so hard, and Wren’s hand felt so fantastic. It was too much.
“Four.”
Amanda cried out. She came before the crowd below said “three.” Long, hard pulsing waves crashed over her. She was completely unwound, a wire snapping from the pressure, releasing her from its hold.
A massive cry went up from the crowd below, yells of “Happy New Year.”
Balloons and confetti fell from the ceiling in a kaleidoscope of color, passing the opening of their balcony.
Amanda was making loud, shocked noises, pleasure ripping through her slower now, but no less strong, and Wren reverently kissed her palm, her eyes closed, like Amanda was the most precious thing in the world.
Chapter Thirteen
Wren’s wrist and forearm were soaked in Amanda’s release, which was about the sexiest thing in the whole fucking world. Second only to the noise Amanda had made as she’d popped. Or maybe her O-face. Or maybe it was the trust implicit in what they’d done, the trust Amanda had given to Wren. Actually, it was all good. It was all amazing, and Wren wasn’t capable of quantifying it.
She removed her hand and fingers slowly, taking her time, but Amanda hardly made a sound. She looked blissed out and wrecked.
Wren used the towel to wipe them both off. It was lucky she’d thought to put it down because they’d been messy.
