Page 61 of Party Favors

Wren took her time, bringing Amanda to the edge once, then twice more, stopping every few minutes to finger fuck her hard, lick the juices off the inside of her thighs, and whisper dirty things against her skin.

“Please, Wren. I need it,” Amanda gasped.

“What do you need, love? Wanna hear you say it.”

“You. Make me come, please.”

Arousal bolted through Wren. She loved hearing Amanda beg. She loved the way Amanda’s legs were shaking and the way she gripped Wren’s head to her pussy like that would do any lick of good.

Wren slipped three fingers into Amanda’s slick cunt. Amanda threw her head back and moaned.

“Don’t come yet,” Wren warned.

“Can’t … Oh fuck.” Amanda shook her head. Her pussy squeezed around Wren’s fingers.

“Amanda. I said not to come.” Wren smiled. She knew the command in her voice was a lost cause. Amanda was definitely about to orgasm. It turned them both on too much when she couldn’t hold it back.

“I’m going to. Oh fuck, Wren.” Amanda’s hand slammed down on the kitchen table to hold herself up, and Wren heard the crinkling of paper. She gave one last suck to Amanda’s clit, which set Amanda off in all the ways Wren loved. Amanda’s arousal dripped down Wren’s fingers, and Amanda moaned brokenly. Wren lapped lightly at Amanda’s clit while the aftershocks wore off.

After Wren sat back to catch her breath, Amanda opened her eyes blearily. Wren noticed that Amanda’s New Year’s resolutions for this year were crumpled under her hand. “Hey, be careful there, pretty girl. Don’t want to ruin your list. It’s important.”

Amanda blinked down at the paper before straightening it, smoothing out the wrinkles. Wren smiled as Amanda’s eyes went wide, and she leaned down to get a better look, clearly clocking what Wren had written earlier.

“Really?” Amanda asked, her voice shaky and full of hope.

“New year, new home together, I always say.”

The happiness in Amanda’s smile was as sweet as champagne, and Wren would cherish it forever.