Page 36 of Paradise Pride

Meghan’s knuckles turned white as she clung to Florence’s bedframe. She was on her knees, facing the wall, loudly moaning each time Florence thrust into her from behind. She looked so sexy that Florence had trouble holding back, but she wanted this to last. The bed was shaking and banging against the wall, no doubt reaching the neighbours. It was the best kind of noise, the noise that sent her to the brink of a climax herself, just knowing Meghan was enjoying this very, very much.

After breakfast, they’d fallen into her bed, and she’d carefully approached the subject of sex toys. Florence loved her strap-on, but she’d been apprehensive to bring it up. Still, Meghan had insisted she should show her everything, and there had been no hesitation from her side when Florence finally took it out of her bedside drawer.

“I want that,” Meghan said, and what followed was a kiss so heated that neither of them was interested in wasting time on foreplay. They’d ripped each other’s clothes off, and the look Meghan had given her when she asked her to turn around was something Florence would never forget. Meghan wasn’t shy in the bedroom like she’d been the first night. Now that they were used to each other, she was wild and adventurous, like she was eager to try everything all at once.

Intense flashes of arousal shot between Florence’s thighs as she watched the vibrating shaft slip in and out of Meghan, who dropped her face into the pillows to stifle her cries. Florence’s hands were on Meghan’s hips, her fingers digging into her skin, and her thighs were burning from the strenuous position. The way Meghan moved along, sensually rolling her body, was an incredible sight, and Florence thrust deeper when Meghan’s breathing became erratic.

“Yes.” Meghan pushed against her. “Yes!”

“You like that?”

“Yes. That’s …ama—” Meghan could hardly speak through her short breaths.

Sensing she was close, Florence moved faster, deeper, harder as she felt her own climax building from the friction and the vibrations against her clit. “Come with me, baby,” she said, moving her fingers between Meghan’s legs and running them through her wetness. Meghan cried out at her touch and started shaking when she circled her most sensitive spot. Unable to hold back any longer, Florence closed her eyes as waves of delight radiated from her core. They crashed together, their joint voices filling the room with the sound of ecstasy. Their damp bodies were slippery when Florence collapsed on top of Meghan and took her hands.

“Jesus.” Meghan sighed as Florence kissed her neck. She was still out of breath, quivering with aftershocks. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Practising for when I finally got to meet you.” Florence chuckled as she pulled out and rolled off her. “Come here,” she said, taking Meghan into her arms. She nuzzled her neck, cherishing their closeness.

“I love this,” Meghan whispered. “Not just the sex, but this. I wish I didn’t have to go out tonight. I’d rather stay here with you.”

“I’m sure you’ll have fun with Kim.”

“I will. And I want to meet Andres, but Kim’s got this stupid idea in her head that she wants to set me up with one of his friends. Obviously, I’m not interested,” she hastily added. “But Kim doesn’t know that we’re…” She hesitated. “That you and I are doing this.”

Florence felt a pang of jealousy, but she pushed it to the background. “So, is it a double date?”

“Not as far as I’m concerned,” Meghan said. “I already told Kim I have no desire to be set up, but she insisted.” She stroked Florence’s hair and kissed her forehead. “We could meet up after? If you want to spend the night with me.”

“Of course. I won’t let you be on your own.”

“You know I’m not just asking because I’m afraid to be alone, right? I love falling asleep in your arms and waking up with you. And if you’d prefer to have some time to yourself, I’ll find a way to get through the night. I don’t want you to feel pressured to keep me company and—”

“Shhh…” Florence kissed her. “I want to spend every free minute with you, but I can’t stay in your hotel room after the lift incident. Maybe you could come here after the double date?” Florence immediately regretted calling it that, as it sounded like a stab.

“Please, Florence, it’s not a date.” Meghan inched back to meet her eyes. “Are you jealous?”

Florence pursed her lips and stared at her. “A little,” she admitted.

“Why?” Meghan asked. “Can’t you see I’m crazy about you?”

“But you’ve been with men all your life. That must be more comfortable for you. I bet he’s handsome, and what if you do like him?”

“I won’t.” Meghan sighed. “I’d much rather bring you, but then I’ll have to tell Kim, and I’m not—”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Florence groaned as her eyes flicked to the ceiling. “Why am I being so dramatic? I promise you, I’m not a jealous person by nature and I normally wouldn’t care.”

“I like that you care.” Meghan smiled. “Want to hear something that will make you feel better?” She raised a brow and dropped a pause for dramatic effect. “His name is Tiger.”

Despite the feeling of unease in her stomach, Florence couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay… That’s funny.”

“Yeah.” Meghan laughed too. “You’re not the only one to be jealous, by the way. I was so upset when I saw you with that woman at Pit Stop. It was awful. It felt like my gut was twisting and trying to escape through my throat. So I know what it feels like, but I’m not ready to tell Kim.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, and once again, I have zero interest in Amber.” Florence stroked Meghan’s face, wallowing in the warmth of her skin. It was a little unsettling that they were already having conversations like this. Jealously was too serious an emotion to fight since they weren’t even in a relationship, and she already knew she’d be a mess when Meghan left and went back to her own life. “I don’t expect you to tell Kim. I don’t expect you to tell anyone,” she continued. “Just have a lovely time tonight and come back here whenever you’re done, no matter how late.”

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