1. Maybe Not Out of Reach - Part 3 (Melissa)


    Date: 11/12/2014, Categories: Novels, Author: Tranquil, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    have left him. If he had given one sign through those years of wanting me too, I would never have been able to stop myself from jumped his bones till they rattled. But he never had shown any interest. Not until that day with the printer. That day he couldn’t seem to control his hands. His lips... Taking a gulp of wine to balance my thoughts, I reached forward and plucked a flower from the plant to sniff its scent. Taking in the sweet and flowery aroma, I reminded myself; he truly had known how to get into my mind and torment me with pleasure. He had been doing it for the last three years, so subtle, so bloody sneakily. My body shuddered again with the electrical currents that the memories held. All of that brushing past me, breathing his hot breath against my neck, whispering in my ear so closely as we entered into meetings, ushering me with a hand on the small of my back. There were days I felt my body was almost turned into liquid form, and the lonely nights had sent me turning too many times to my toys of choice. I smiled to myself - okay, so it hadn’t been only the nights; when I had purchased that little remote control bullet, now that had been fun. I remember when he had gone into my drawer for a pen and found the remote. He had tapped away at a couple of buttons while asking me what was its use. I had muttered something about needing new batteries for my clock radio remote. The buzzing I had been feeling at that moment with him in control had nearly tipped me over ...
    into a pile of blissful goo. Had he known? Recognized it maybe? Groaning out loud, I slapped my forehead with my hand. That would have explained his whistling mood all afternoon. Geez, shoot me now. I am just a f’en idiot. Sculling the last of the wine from the glass, I moved forward to the table and picked up the bottle, adding more when the printout caught my eye. Returning the bottle to the table, I picked up the picture and leaned back. Honeysuckle. He had thought I tasted as sweet as honeysuckle. Savoring a mouth full of wine, I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of his touch. The swirling, sucking pressure of his tongue, the depth his fingers plunged into, the way my body answered all his requests. I shuddered again as the lust almost choked me while immersing me in need and want. The way he had touched me had been so beautiful. My skin had felt so hot, like it had been on fire. I wanted him so badly, and when he took and gave, it had been purely exquisite. No words could truly describe how I had felt at that moment. I traced the outline of his fingers; they were hovering over my opening, glistening with my wetness. I loved their shape, their strength, their knowledge of what had felt right and pushing me the bit further. I had missed seeing him around the office the last two weeks. He had been away on business, but tomorrow he was returning. I dropped the picture to my lap and gazed at the plant. Sipping the wine, an idea began to form. Would he be a little unsure ...
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