GENEVIEVE
My hand freezes, and I don't realize it until he gestures to it. "Can't you turn it off?"
-I can.
-It does not seem.
- I do... usually.
"Not today, apparently." He reaches for where my panties meet my hip, and I stop breathing when he makes contact.
When your skin kisses mine and then drags it down my thighs.
It's in his hands now, my lace panties I'm grateful I picked out this morning. And then it's in his pocket. Not on the floor, not somewhere no one would care. It's with him.
- Spread your legs wide. Let me see.
My fingers tremble in my folds, and I do as he tells me, parting my thighs, letting him observe how soaked I am because he's watching me. He grabs my ankle and pulls. My elbow gives way, and I cry out as my back hits the mattress as he dra
