Page 64 of Paradise Pride

“The answer is simple too,” Meghan said in a hushed tone as her expression turned more serious. “Yes.” She inched back to look at Florence, and her rosy cheeks were so sweet Florence couldn’t resist kissing one of them. “So, am I your girlfriend now?”

“It looks like it.” Florence laughed at their conversation. It was secretive and clumsy, like the exchange with her first ever boyfriend. Meghan’s face said it all, so she smiled. “Okay, girlfriend. Do you want to tell your mother we’ve officially been together for thirty seconds, or shall I?”

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Meghan

“This is home.” Meghan closed the door behind Florence, then steadied herself against it. She was just as nervous as that first night they’d slept together, perhaps because she’d had so long to reminisce about it, hoping it would happen again. Tonight had been the most surreal night of her life and she was mentally drained, but her body was giving off very different vibes; she was starving for Florence.

Finally pulling herself away from the door and following her, Meghan imagined seeing her apartment through Florence’s eyes. It was dull in her opinion. She hadn’t put much effort into making it cosy; when she was home, she was usually cooking or chilling out in her bedroom. The furniture was basic, and her dining table was small. She rarely entertained, as there were so many better places to meet with friends in her neighbourhood. A white corner sofa, a wooden coffee table, a couple of bookshelves and a few artworks and plants were as far as she’d gotten with her decorating, and she’d given none of it much thought because this apartment had always felt like a temporary space, even though there was no reason for her to believe she’d move on anytime soon.

“It’s cool.” Florence walked into her small living room and then into her kitchen. “Okay, it might not be casino-boss-worthy,” she joked, turning to her, “but it’s lovely and it suits you.” She ran her hand over the back of the sofa. “It’s nice to see where you live.”

“I didn’t bring you here to admire my IKEA furniture,” Meghan shot back at her. “But feel free to indulge.”

Florence closed the distance between them and gave her a flirtatious smile. “I’m good. I’ve seen it all.” She paused as her gaze darted down to Meghan’s lips. “What about your bedroom?”

“You want to see my bedroom?” Meghan grinned as she took Florence by her waist. It was thrilling being alone with her, and the energy between them was just as electric as before, if not more so. Having her so close again felt like coming home, and looking back, she couldn’t understand how she’d ever doubted something that was clearly so right.

“Yes.” Florence’s wild curls tickled Meghan’s cheek as she brushed her lips against her neck and inhaled. “Mmm… I just want to drink you in.” She inched back to look at her. “Or…do you want to talk first? It’s been a big day for you.”

“No,” Meghan whispered. She shivered when Florence lowered her hands to her behind and pulled their hips together. “Tomorrow. For now, I just want to be with you.” Leading the way into her bedroom, Meghan held her breath as her body went into overdrive. Closing the door behind her, she glanced from Florence to her bed and back, already anticipating how it would feel to have that beautiful, warm body against hers again.

Florence sat on her bed and bounced a few times, then kicked off her shoes and scooted back against the pillows. “It’s so messy, babe,” she said playfully. “I didn’t expect that of you.”

Meghan laughed when she realised she still had clothes strewn over the floor, as she couldn’t decide what to wear before she left earlier. There were also a handful of empty Coke cans on the bedside table, and the wax of the candles she’d been burning had dripped down her console. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting company tonight. It’s only ever me in here.”

“Oh?” Florence arched a brow. “That must be lonely. We should do something about that.” She patted the mattress. “Come here.”

Meghan’s lips parted in a smile at her command. “What did you have in mind?” She contemplated turning on her bedside lamp, then decided against it. The flashing streetlights left a glow in the room that lit up Florence’s face in various colours, and she liked the effect.

“How about you start by stripping off?” Florence kept a straight face; she didn’t even blink or smile as she looked Meghan up and down, and there was something very arousing about that.

“Like this?” Meghan took off her coat and dropped it to the floor.

“Hmm… I think you can do better than that,” Florence said with a cheeky smile, taking off her own coat. “A bit more, maybe?”

“Oh…” Meghan fanned her face dramatically. “You want more?” She pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in a black bra and matching panties. At least she’d bothered to put on her nicest lingerie tonight; she only wore the black lace set for special occasions, even if no one saw it. “Better?”

“Much better.” Florence’s eyes were fixated on her, and although she was clearly trying her hardest to play it cool, she finally lost it and spread her arms. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Just come here, will you? You’re driving me crazy.”

Meghan laughed as she joined Florence on her bed and straddled her. Florence raised her hands to Meghan’s waist, encapsulating it like a lava corset, steadying her and heating her. She closed her eyes for a beat, savouring the sensation of Florence’s touch. “I love your hands. They’re so right for me.”

Florence looked up at her and ran a single finger along her cheek, down to her breasts, where she lingered for a moment before she continued down. “Yeah?” Moving down Meghan’s waist until her finger was resting on the edge of her panties, Florence suddenly wedged her hand between Meghan’s spread thighs and cupped her centre hard. “You don’t mind me groping you, do you?”

Meghan gasped as her eyes fluttered closed. “No…” Florence’s fingers pushed against her clit, making her buckle. “I don’t mind at all.”

Florence moved back up to her breasts and cupped them, gently caressing them with her thumbs until Meghan’s nipples were so hard and sensitive that she shuddered under her touch. Florence reached around her back to unclip her bra and smiled. “Can I take this off?”

Meghan shimmied her arms, letting the straps to fall down her arms, and stalled for a beat at the sight of Florence’s expression. “You’re looking at me like you’re seeing me for the first time,” she said.

“It feels like that.” The look in Florence’s eyes spoke of sincerity and lust and so much more that she couldn’t phantom, that it flustered Meghan.

“Every time we kiss feels like the first time,” she whispered. “It shocks me and strikes me like lightning right here.” She touched her stomach.

“Is it too much?” Florence asked, sitting up to touch her face.

“Too much, yes, but in the best ways.” Meghan kissed her softly and smiled. “Take your clothes off. I want to feel you.”

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