Page 26 of Paradise Pride

“Fuck…” Meghan shivered and fumbled with the button on Florence’s shorts, eager to get her out of them.

Florence pushed them down, kicked them off and embraced Meghan while she ground into her and kissed her hard. The friction of her thigh against Meghan’s centre alone was enough to send her over the edge.

“Can I touch you?” Florence asked, sliding her hand down Meghan’s body.

Meghan nodded and smiled against her mouth, and when Florence slowly traced the inside of her thigh, her agonising need for release made her throb. Florence stopped just before she’d reached the edge of Meghan’s panties, drawing a groan of frustration from her.

“Let’s get on the bed,” she whispered. “I want you to be comfortable.”

Meghan dropped down onto the nearest bed and stared up at Florence, who leaned over her with hungry, hazy eyes. Her smile was sexy and confident, and it put Meghan at ease that at least one of them was. She felt a tingle of nerves as Florence reached around her to unclip her bra, but no nerves could stop her. She was so attracted to her that she’d do anything for release.Anything.

“Look at you.” Florence bit her lip as she removed Meghan’s bra and looked her over. “You’re gorgeous.”

Meghan fought the instinct to cover herself and reached out to trace Florence’s shoulders. They were strong, square and defined, with a faint dip. “You’re beautiful,” she said for the first time in her life, surprised by how comfortably it rolled off her tongue. She was glad she hadn’t been drinking and that the bedside light was on because she loved looking at Florence. She wanted to remember everything about tonight.

Florence kissed her lips, then her neck before she moved back to kiss her way down to Meghan’s breasts. She ran her tongue over her nipples, then sucked one into her mouth and bit softly. Meghan moaned and dug her nails into Florence’s back, basking in the glorious sensation of teeth and tongue against her hard buds.

“Mmm…you’re delicious,” Florence mumbled as she continued to explore Meghan’s body with her mouth—her ribcage, her belly, her hips… Meghan twisted and turned in ecstasy, weaving her hands into Florence’s curls when she moved lower. She kissed the edge of Meghan’s panties, then looked up to meet her eyes. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” Meghan’s voice was hoarse, and she felt dizzy from holding her breath in anticipation. Wiggling her hips, she helped Florence slide down her panties and shivered when Florence’s hair tickled her inner thighs as she moved between them and spread them apart. Covering her face in her hands to stifle the cries she knew would soon follow, Meghan felt more exposed than ever, and when Florence blew softly on her most intimate parts, she was so sensitive that she gasped like she’d been deprived of air.

Dipping her head, Florence slowly ran her tongue over the length of Meghan’s sex, and Meghan’s hands slammed into the mattress, clawing at the sheets as she writhed from side to side. Consuming her with long, slow licks, Florence’s tongue curled each time she hit the spot while her eyes remained fixed on Meghan’s. Vaguely conscious of how she must look, Meghan bit her lip and forced her face to relax, but she couldn’t help arching impatiently against Florence’s tongue as she felt a climax building. It promised to be spectacular.

Florence must have sensed she was close, as she licked her lips seductively, then crawled up to meet her with a mind-blowing kiss. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, they sank into each other and fitted together with stunning perfection. Lowering her hand, Florence’s fingers slipped between Meghan’s folds, gathering her wetness before she inched two fingers inside her.

Meghan’s hips shot up, and she groaned and wrapped her legs around her. Florence’s mouth was claiming her as much as her fingers, and she loved the feeling. Penetrating her slowly, Florence went deeper and curled her fingers. It seemed intuitive, as if she understood Meghan’s body, a seasoned musician playing her like an instrument. She heard her own voice grow louder and louder until she crashed into a high-pitched cry and came hard, every muscle in her body tensing as she held on to Florence so tightly her arms hurt. Her mind went blank, and she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Florence was stroking her face and smiling at her. It wasn’t the smug smile of someone who’d just converted a woman, but a sweet and caring smile, and it brought a lump to her throat.

Florence rolled off her, and Meghan shifted to her side and rested her head on her chest, taking a beat to gather her thoughts and her breath. That wasn’t easy with her body still reacting the way it was. Florence was near-naked, her tender touch both soothing and arousing, and she wanted more. Meghan didn’t recognise herself, but she decided that was okay for now. Maybe she’d never really known herself, and this was the beginning of a long, new road of discovery. One thing she’d been right about, though; she couldn’t go back.

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Florence

Florence would have given anything to know what was going through Meghan’s head as she stroked her hair. She was even more confused than before, as she hadn’t expected it to be so intense or to feel so meaningful, and ifshewas confused, she couldn’t imagine Meghan’s inner turmoil. They’d been lying still for a while, and she hadn’t said anything.

“Are you okay?” she asked in a whisper.

“Yes…” Meghan lifted her head off Florence’s chest and looked up at her. “I’m okay, I’m just…” She shook her head with a chuckle. “I still can’t seem to form a sentence, so you’ll have to give me a moment.”

“Of course.” Florence closed her eyes, and the steady sound of Meghan’s breathing in sync with her own and the warm skin against hers brought her comfort. They were curled up in bed together and still, she wanted to be closer. She wanted to be in her head.

“I don’t understand,” Meghan finally said. “How do you make me feel this way?”

“How do you feel?”

Meghan bit her lip as she hesitated. “You make me feel so…so amazing. So safe and desired. And what we just did has shattered everything I thought to be true about myself and about my future. Frankly, I don’t know whether to be ecstatic because I’m getting a glimpse of who I really am or to be upset because I clearly didn’t know myself at all. I’ve wasted so much time having bad sex and mediocre relationships, and now I know why.” She shot Florence a small smile. “I can’t go back to the way I was.”

“Back to being with men?”

“Yes.”

“At least I didn’t put you off.” Florence smiled back at her. “I suspect you might want some time to think, and I would normally ask if you wanted me to leave you alone, but as you’re not comfortable being on your own—”

“I don’t want to be alone,” Meghan interrupted her. “Even if I didn’t have panic attacks, I’d still want you to stay—if that is what you want too.” Desire flashed across her features as she trailed a finger over Florence’s breasts. “This is beautiful, and I want to do it again and again and again.”

Florence’s core tightened at her words. “Me too. We still have a couple of hours before Kim gets back, right?”

“We have more than enough time.” Meghan’s fingers continued down her body, and Florence felt her tremble as she rested her hand on her stomach. “I want to touch you. Tell me what you like,” she whispered. “Show me.”

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