Page 27 of Paradise Pride

Florence guided Meghan’s hand between her thighs, to where she wanted it, and let out a sigh of delight. Her skin, where Meghan touched her, burned. Meghan shifted onto her elbow to look at her. Her face was still glowing, and her hair was a wild tumble. Slowly, softly, she stroked Florence, tracing the thin strip of hair between her legs.

Meghan’s lips parted when she moved lower and felt her wetness.

“That’s what you do to me,” Florence whispered through heavy breaths. She pulled her in for a kiss and moaned as Meghan explored her. She guided her fingers back up and circled them around her clit, and she felt Meghan’s lips pull into a smile against her mouth as her moans became louder. Her touch slayed her, every stroke divine, taking her higher. Handing control over to Meghan, Florence let go of her fingers and weaved her hands through her hair. She arched her back as tightness grew in her core. Her physical reaction to Meghan was astounding; every nerve was screaming out for her. Lifting her hips in search of release, she groaned as Meghan’s fingers moved faster, circling and stimulating her right where she needed it. Meghan looked up, her pupils dilated as she stared at Florence like she was the most fascinating thing she’d ever seen.

“Yes…” Florence gave her a nod, then threw her head back as a climax washed over her. She shuddered, twisted and turned, and her nails dug into Meghan’s back as she tensed against her. Waves kept coming, and she gasped when Meghan trailed a finger up and down one more time. She barely touched her now, but it felt like lightning.

“Was that…?” Meghan retracted her hand and studied her. “Did you just…?” She blushed as she stroked her cheek.

“Yes.” Florence chuckled, then let out a long sigh as she relaxed.

“Wow. I didn’t think I could do that.”

“You didn’t think you could give a woman an orgasm?”

Meghan shook her head, and clearly pleased with herself, she bit her lip and grinned. She was so cute when she did that, and Florence cupped her face to kiss those smiling lips again.

“Was it good?” Meghan asked.

Florence laughed. “It was amazing,” she said, brushing a lock of hair behind Meghan’s ear. “You have no idea what you do to me.” She shivered when Meghan lifted the fingers that had been between her thighs only moments ago and sucked them into her mouth. It immediately caused her libido to fire, even now, right after a screaming orgasm, and she squeezed her legs together. “Fuck.”

“I want this,” Meghan said, then licked her lips. “I want to know what you taste like.”

Florence was pretty sure she’d never seen anything more sensual and realised she was staring, open-mouthed. “You’ll have to wait,” she said when she found her words again. She ran her hand over Meghan’s waist and hip, then shifted and pushed her onto her back. God, she wanted Meghan’s mouth on her, but priding herself in being a pleaser, she wanted Meghan first. Pinning her down by her wrists, she steadied herself over her. She knew Meghan liked her taking back control from the way she moaned and wiggled beneath her, and bringing her mouth to her ear, she whispered, “Because it’s my turn.”

27

Meghan

The sound of the door opening made Meghan shoot up in bed, and she covered herself with the sheets when Kim stepped in. “Good morning, sunshine.” Kim beamed. “Why are you naked? It wasn’t that warm last night.” She spoke in a singing tone, something she only did when she was extremely happy.

“Hey.” Meghan’s heart was racing, and she waited for the moment Kim spotted Florence. “I, ehm… Yes, it was warm, at least in here.” She cleared her throat. “Could you give me a moment? I’ll just put some clothes on.”

“Come on. I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” Kim picked up a T-shirt and a pair of panties from Meghan’s open suitcase on the floor and threw them at her, and as Meghan turned to catch them, she realised there was no one in her bed. Although she was immensely relieved that she wouldn’t have to explain herself to Kim, she also felt Florence’s absence, and it stung.She left.I must have slept so deep.It wasn’t strange or rude that Florence had left. She’d probably decided it was best to get out before Kim came back, and Meghan couldn’t agree more with that decision. She needed time to process this on her own before having to discuss it with her friend, but she missed Florence already.

Flashes of last night came back, and she shivered at the memories. They’d made love for hours. Careful and tenderly, raw and intense until they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Florence’s body draped over her, her fingers inside her, her mouth between her thighs, her hair tickling her skin, lips locked in deep and passionate kisses and her hands and mouth everywhere… The feel of Florence’s aroused sex against her fingertips, the taste of her on her tongue and the glorious sensation of making her climax against her lips. Meghan had been insatiable, and the pull for more still hadn’t left her body that was aching with arousal.

“Megs? Hey, Meghan?” Kim snapped her fingers in front of her face. “What’s wrong with you? Are you still drunk or something?”

“No, I’m fine. Just sleepy, that’s all.” Meghan pretended to yawn before she put on the T-shirt and panties and finally met Kim’s eyes. “How was your night?”

“Well…” Kim dropped a dramatic pause. “I’ve been waving my hand in front of you since I came in, but since you’re not the most observant this morning, I’ll just have to rub it in.” She held out her hand, palm down, showing off a sparkling diamond ring.

Still processing one steamy flashback after another, it took a while for Meghan to realise it was an engagement ring. She frowned as she stared at it, then shot Kim a wide smile. “Are you getting married?”

Kim nodded and burst into giggles as she hopped from one foot to the other. “Yes! I’m getting married. Andres asked me last night. And to think I was convinced he was up to something shady. He was just picking up my ring!”

“Oh, babe, come here!” Meghan got up and fell around Kim’s neck. “Congratulations, I’m so happy for you!” She stepped back and placed her hands on Kim’s shoulders. “I can’t believe you’re getting married, and I haven’t even met him.”

“But you will tonight, remember? Double date.”

“It’s not a double date, you promised. But I can’t wait to meet your future husband.”

Kim started bouncing again and let out a little shriek of joy. “Oh my God. I’m getting married, and I’m so, so excited. Will you be my maid of honour?”

“Of course.” Meghan laughed and felt warm inside at seeing Kim’s outrageous happiness. “Want to go for breakfast and celebrate by the pool?”

“Let’s do it.” Kim put on her bikini and gathered her towel and sunscreen, then waited for Meghan to get dressed. “I bet you’re keen to see that bartender again. I’m so sorry I interrupted your date last night. That was terribly dramatic of me.”

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