Palm South University: Season 2, Episode 2 (Palm South University #2)
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“I mean, is this your first time with a girl?”
Oh.
Her eyes pin my own, and all I can do is nod.
Her grin turns devilish, a dominance I’ve never seen in her before becoming more and more prominent. She breaks our stare just long enough to pull her sweater and sheer tank top up and over her head. Wrapping her hands around my wrists, she pulls them up over my head, pressing her lips to mine and rolling her hips into me. A jolt shoots through me at the point of contact and I moan, shaking hard, breathing harder.
With her shirt, Bo ties a soft knot around my wrists, pushing them into the mattress slightly before trailing her fingers down my arms to my face. “Keep your hands there. If you move, I punish you. Understand?”
Oh. My. God.
My mouth opens slightly as I nod and Bo smirks, kissing my lower lip. “Good girl.” Kissing her way down my neck, her hands slide under me and pop my bra effortlessly. I pull my hands down, thinking she wants to take it completely off, but she pushes them back into the mattress.
“Stay.”
I gulp.
Bo just smiles, blowing on my nipple before taking it in between her teeth. When her mouth closes over the sensitive skin, warmth spreads and I gasp. She moves to the other, giving it the same pleasure as chills break across my skin. I never knew Bo was the kind to take control, and with everything the way it is in my life, all I want is to give myself to her — completely. I want to submit. I want to let go.
Her lips graze my skin as she runs her tongue down my stomach, tracing the definition there. She tugs my panties off gently, slowly, her eyes devouring me. It feels forbidden, the way she makes me feel, and yet I’m only eager for more.
She barely kisses me first, her lips touching me just enough to drive me insane, but then her tongue drags against the sensitive flesh and I moan — loud, uninhibited. She smiles, sucking my clit between her teeth and sliding one small finger inside me.
Holy hell.
Arching my back, I buck my hips against her mouth and she sucks hard, adding another finger. Every pump sends me closer to the edge, every lash of her tongue makes me cry out her name. I’m rolling, reaching, trying to grasp the release just out of reach. It’s like Bo knows my body better than I do. She knows where to touch, how to move, the exact pressure to give without me saying anything.
And suddenly, the benefit of hooking up with another girl comes into view.
My hands fly to her hair and I spread my legs wider, reveling in the ache that spreads from the point where her mouth is still on me.
“I told you not to move your hands,” she says, breaking contact. She withdraws her fingers quickly, leaving me empty, and her eyes light me on fire. Gripping my hips, she flips me over with ease and before I can register what’s happening, her hand pops my ass. I moan as the sting spreads, my mouth falling open. Bo falls down on top of me, her fingers stroking my opening before entering me from behind. I feel her everywhere — her hair on my shoulder, her lips on my skin, her fingers deep inside me as she curls them, stroking the spot I know will give me the release I’m chasing.
“Just let go, Lei,” she whispers, thrusting her hips into her hand, forcing her fingers even deeper. Sliding her free hand down my back, she wraps it around my hip and presses her fingers hard into my clit, circling with just enough pressure to make me follow her command.
As I come, I let everything go. I scream her name, flex my hips, bite my lip, and with each wave I let a tiny piece of myself float away forever.
And though the release came slow, it crashed fast, and I collapse into the sheets, completely spent. Completely hers.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, chest rising and falling with effort. Bo smiles, pulling the blankets over us as she wraps her arms around my waist and brings me flush against her. She kisses my neck, my jaw before finally claiming my mouth again, and I taste myself on her tongue.
“I think it’s your turn.” I pull back, eyes playful, but Bo shakes her head.
“Just relax.”
I frown, but Bo just bites her lip with a smile.
“We’ve got all night,” she says, kissing my nose. “How do you feel?”
I blow out a breath. “Incredible.”
Bo grins, her eyes still heavy. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.
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