Her tattoos

The heat between them became intense and the attraction became stronger. 

The butterflies intertwined in Cattleya Sánchez's stomach began to break loose, unveiling the undying desire to be touched and caressed.

The atmosphere was filled with sparks and affection which couldn't be ignored.

Cattleya leaned forward and planted a kiss on Genevieve's soft and tender lips.

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I ran my fingers around her tattoos one by one until I got to the middle of her chest, between her breasts.

"What's the meaning?." I asked her in confusion.

I was quite aware of the meaning of the symbol in a society like the one we found ourselves in. 

"A lot." She replied in a simple sentence.

I leaned in forward and kissed between her breasts where the tattoo spread upon, with thoughts going through my head.

"I think I love you." The words escaped my lips unknowingly while I enjoyed the feeling of her warm body against mine.

A low chuckle slipped out of her before her swift motion came to be, her body moved fast with so much ease that I could tell she was accustomed to moving her body quickly.

I kissed her passionately while I ran my fingers down her exposed thighs and into her shorts, a smirk hooked up her lips and she let her tongue out, Genevieve licked my lips and took a hold of me.

Her hands wrapped around my waist as she led me to lie down.

Her hand caressed my inner thigh gently and continuously which led to a loud moan that erupted from my chest. 

I laid with my back against the bed and her lips pressed against mine, our lips danced to the melodious tones of our desires, her tongue invaded my mouth, licking the walls of my mouth.

The delightful feeling of her fingers rubbing gently against my clit made my back rise from the flat position it once was. 

I felt our lips detach and I went ahead to move closer but rather than feeling her lips against mine, I felt three of her fingers wrapped around my neck and two slides into my mouth.

I looked up at her as she hovered above me, a prideful look displayed on her face as she stared down at me.

Without saying a word, I spread my legs open, the warm feeling of her fingers penetrating into my vagina opening caused me to moan loudly.

"Genev…" my words were cut off as she began to thrust her fingers deep into me in a descending and ascending motion.

My hands confusingly scrubbed against the bed. 

Her lips brushed on the surface of my vulva.

I felt her hands run up my sides and she rose from her previous position, my eyes trailed down from her lower belly to her face which was a few inches away from mine.

She leaned forward and bit my ear lobe.

"You're sexy." Her breezy tone turned me on to the extent I could not handle.

I rolled over and pinned her on the bed, I heard a slight chuckle from her lips, and my hand travelled down to her vagina.

I moved my finger on her vagina gently while my tongue tasted her nipples, my body was tingling while I rubbed my thighs together in a hard manner while trying to control how horny Genevieve had gotten me.

The heavy breathing and the wetness I felt between her thighs were all I was focused on. 

I looked into her eyes, and a smirk hooked up my lips in realisation of how lost Genevieve was.

"You're such a naughty little girl!."Genevieve said in a husky tone.

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I pushed my hair backwards and my back slammed on the warm bed. 

Her wet Vular kissed against mine which sent a tingling sensation down my spine. Genevieve moved gently in a singular motion which crippled my every movement.

"Breath baby girl." Her tone danced in the breeze like a snowflake searching for the right spot to rest on.

I inhaled the musky odour of our body's sexual fluid and the sweat that lingered in the air.

The sound of a vibrating cell phone caught us both off guard causing our bodies to stop motion and I felt her pull away.

On her face was a dead expression that caused me to stare in fright, she looked back at me and smiled before exiting the room without speaking a word.

She tugged her housecoat alongside as she took long steps out of the room.

I slumped on the bed breathing heavily.

I could feel myself drifting into deep sleep when a heavy knock drew me back to consciousness. A yawn escaped my lips. I stretched my limbs and glanced around in a confused manner like I was trying to recognize my surroundings.

"Genevieve?." I called out in a questioning tone.

My eyes wandered the dark familiar surroundings, it was no doubt Genevieve's room but something was not in place, something felt off.

I placed one foot out of the bed and laid it on the ground and the other calmly followed suit. I tiptoed towards the door and grabbed the doorknob swiftly when suddenly the lights were switched back on.

"Well, well, well!!, if it isn't the girl who played me for a bigger woman in the society." 

That voice… could it be? but no! that wasn't possible.

The flashbacks of dead bodies and her laying right in the middle and me pulling the trigger to end her life made me doubt my very own hearing abilities.