Page 25 of Paradise Pride

Florence

Meghan’s lips were alluring. Her mouth glistened in the moonlight, waiting like a question, and Florence’s eyes were fixated on the ever so slight upward curl of her upper lip. It felt intense to her too. Her heart was beating fast, and she was about to burst with anticipation as she leaned closer. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

Meghan let out a soft breath, and her eyes drifted down to Florence’s parted lips, her chin tilting towards her. “Yes.” Meghan’s fingertips grazed the nape of her neck, her expression changing as Florence curled an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against her. The flicker of desire in her eyes and the shiver Florence felt as she held her told her Meghan was running out of patience.

She pressed her mouth carefully against Meghan’s, and the effect shocked her. Cushiony, soft lips fitted perfectly with hers, and they both let out a quiet moan as they stood there, breathing each other’s air. She needed time to get used to this, to what it did to her body. Searing heat coursed through her, her legs felt weak, and she could barely stand as Meghan pulled back to look at her.

Meghan smiled. “That wasn’t scary. That was really, really…”

To Florence’s surprise, Meghan took charge. Cupping Florence’s face, she pulled her in and kissed her, harder this time. Parting their lips, they melted into each other’s embrace, and Florence moaned as arousal shot through her, making her crave more. She had no idea how long they kissed for, how long their hands roamed, exploring each other’s face, neck, back and waist, how long their lips were locked as their quiet moans filled the night air. She could have kissed Meghan for hours, but a whistle from a group of passing men pulled them out of the moment, and Meghan giggled shyly as she licked her lips and stepped back.

“I don’t normally kiss in public,” she said with a grin. “I guess I got carried away.”

“We could continue somewhere private?” Florence suggested, brushing a lock of hair behind Meghan’s ear. “In your room if Kim’s with her boyfriend. Or…I could just sleep there and keep you company. We don’t need to do anything.”

Meghan shook her head, took Florence’s hand and laced their fingers together. “I don’t want to sleep. I want more.”

More.Florence was on fire, and knowing Meghan wasn’t shying away, she wrapped her arms around her again and ran them over her behind. The short, white dress would come off so easily, and all she wanted was to feel Meghan’s skin against her own. “Walk with me,” she whispered and took her hand.

Meghan looked down at their entwined hands and tightened her grip. They walked in silence, neither of them knowing what to say. Florence had walked this route to work more times than she could count, but as she glanced around, everything felt alien to her. She barely registered the blasting pop music from the party venues nearby, the little overpriced beach hut that sold hot dogs and refreshments, the water-toy rental company that had closed for the night, and the rows of deckchairs, neatly stacked up and chained to each other. It was as if the rush of endorphins had transported her into a bubble in which there was nothing but them and the night ahead. She felt confused, and that made no sense because if anyone should be confused, it was Meghan. But she also felt elated and light-headed, giddy and immensely aroused.

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” Meghan asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Possibly.” Florence stopped in her stride and glanced at her. “You may not enjoy being intimate with a woman.”

“After that kiss, I doubt it.” Meghan met her eyes, and from the way she was looking at her, Florence believed her. “But if that’s the case, at least I’ll know.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Meghan’s sexuality wasn’t Florence’s biggest concern, but she kept that to herself. They’d become close very quickly, after sharing personal stories and spending nights together, and what she was worried about was her heart. She stared at her, almost forgetting they were on their way to the hotel. Meghan made her lose herself like no woman had before, and as desire pulled them back together, they fell into another kiss. Meghan’s need grew in her arms, the pressure of her lips hardened, and she ground into her with her whole body. Florence vaguely registered people passing, some commenting on their steamy embrace, but Meghan didn’t stop this time. Instead, she took a tighter hold of Florence and ran her fingers through her hair and down her back, her lips hungry and persistent as sounds of pleasure escaped them.

Florence’s body coiled tighter, and heat rushed through her blood. Her hands were about to travel places they shouldn’t in public, so she stepped back and held them up. “I won’t be able to stop if we continue,” she said with a smirk, then put her arm around Meghan’s waist and rushed them back to Paradise.

The ride up to the thirteenth floor seemed to take forever. Squashed in the lift with seven people, Florence didn’t dare look at Meghan. Their hands touched lightly between them, and Meghan caressed Florence’s thigh with the tip of her finger. If sexual tension was visible, the lift would have been covered in a pink fog, but the other hotel guests didn’t seem to notice their exchange. Her head filled with fantasies, Florence hooked her index finger with Meghan’s and tugged her closer. When everyone got out and they were finally alone during the last part of the ride, Meghan turned to her, and Florence felt her chest rise and fall against her own. They didn’t speak as they stared at each other; Meghan’s eyes reflected a mixture of arousal and fear, and Florence wondered if she was having second thoughts. Her question was answered when Meghan’s lips pulled into a smile.

“In case you’re wondering,” she said, “I haven’t changed my mind.”

25

Meghan

Meghan was shaking as she hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob and closed the door behind her. She could still feel the aftereffect of the kiss and Florence’s wandering hands; she ached for Florence to touch her, and to touch her in return.

“We’re alone,” she said, stating the obvious as she leaned back against the door. Her gaze travelled over Florence. Her tanned legs in the denim shorts she was wearing, her toned arms and her small breasts underneath the tight, white top that hugged her athletic figure. Her wild curls, her piercing, dark eyes and that delicious mouth that had been on hers only minutes ago. Meghan wanted her like she’d never wanted anyone before, but insecurities had her doubting herself. “I have no idea how this works.” She suddenly felt terribly self-aware.

“Don’t worry about anything.” Florence closed the distance between them, leaned into her and dropped her hand to her behind. When she inched her hand under Meghan’s dress and squeezed her, Meghan gasped at the flash of arousal that shot between her thighs. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” She brushed Meghan’s hair away and kissed her neck down to the dip of her shoulder, then back up to her lips, tugging at them with her own. As their mouths melded again, Florence’s other hand moved to Meghan’s breast, stroking and kneading it.

“Mmm…” Meghan moaned, the sound of her own pleasure in the quiet room alien to her. Apart from moments ago on the beach, she’d never heard herself do that, not with anyone, but she was so turned on she was about to burst, and her arousal needed an outlet.She’s touching me. Her hand is under my dress. This is happening.Meghan’s mind spun, but a scorching kiss burned away her train of thought. Something staggering was building already. The pressure of Florence’s thigh between her legs, her hand on her behind and her hot breath and moist lips on her mouth and neck made Meghan squirm in her grip. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side, welcoming every kiss and caress as she slipped her hands underneath Florence’s top and marvelled at the sensation. Everything about her was soft. Her lips, her skin, her hair… It was the softness Meghan didn’t know she’d craved, the softness she couldn’t find with a man. It was overwhelming and exciting and scary, but the good kind of scary. Her last kiss with a woman had been exciting, but it was nothing like this. Perhaps because then it was just a drunken spur of the moment, and she didn’t know the woman. This felt real. She wasn’t drunk, and it wasn’t impulsive. She’d wanted Florence for days, and it wasn’t a mistake or a means to satisfy her curiosity, like she’d suspected. This, right now, was what she’d always craved.

Vague thoughts came and went, but her mind went blank once more as Florence sucked at the sensitive skin of her neck, then moved to her jawline before she met her lips in another kiss that slayed her and washed her nerves away.

“I want you,” Florence whispered, breathing hard against her lips. “I want you so much.”

“I want you too,” she said, pulling Florence’s top over her head. Meghan’s breath hitched as she stared at her breasts in a white sports bra. “You’re so beautiful and smooth and…hot,” she finally settled on. Yes, Florence was smoking hot, and she drove her wild and delirious and filled her with a carnal need to fuck. Sex had never been that straightforward to her; it was always about pleasing her partners, as she didn’t get that much out of it herself and rarely had an orgasm unless it was self-inflicted. She liked foreplay and being intimate with someone, but now, with Florence, all she wanted was to be fucked until she exploded.

Florence smiled as she removed her bra. She dropped it to the floor and stood before Meghan like she wanted to give her time to get used her. “We can stop if you—”

“No.” Meghan traced Florence’s shoulders down to her breasts and took in a quick breath when her nipples hardened under her touch. She cupped them and parted her lips in awe at the feeling of another woman’s breasts in her hands. They were small and perky and soft and warm. Needing to feel that warm skin against her own, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the floor. She wasn’t self-conscious, not with Florence watching her like she wanted to eat her alive. “Do I look like I want to stop?” she asked in a breathy voice.

Florence’s gaze intensified as she looked her up and down, taking in her curves enveloped in a delicate white, lacy set. “No. You look like you want me to give you something you’ve always craved.” Her lips pulled into a flirtatious grin before she went in for another kiss and pushed herself against Meghan. “And trust me…” she whispered before running her tongue over Meghan’s upper lip, “I will.”

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