I felt myself starting to worry that I had crossed the line when suddenly she turned in her chair, facing me. She looked up and locked eyes with me as she uncrossed her legs and spread them, showing me her beautiful, perfectly waxed pussy. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to storm over and close her door before fucking her on her desk.
She leaned back in her chair, legs still spread, as she slid the keyboard in front of her. Her eyes stayed glued to me for a few seconds before she looked away and typed something.
Eva: Happy?
Was I happy? Fuck yeah, I was happy. And horny. And a bunch of other things that you could probably use to describe the seven dwarves of erotica. But I wanted more.
Me: Happy/horny.
Me: I would rather be in front of you, on my knees, tasting you.
Eva: I wouldn’t complain about that, but I think we need to discuss proper nutrition if you think this is lunch.
Me: I could eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Eva: Promises, promises.
Me: Trust me, baby, I can deliver.
I felt the pressure as my dick strained against my trousers, desperate for a release.
Eva: Is that so?
Me: I don’t recall you having any complaints from the three times I’ve fucked you already.
Eva: True, but you’ve yet to go down on me. Just saying, there could be room for disappointment…
Me: Do you remember how good my tongue felt as it ran across your neck when I fucked you from behind in the closet at the club?
Eva: Yes. I remember it frequently…
Me: Imagine that I’m running my tongue along your slit, slowly licking every inch of your pussy.
Eva: Imagination isn’t the same…
Me: Okay. Fair enough.
Me: Let’s do a quick little test, shall we?
Eva: What is it?
Me: I bet that I can make you come without even touching you.
Eva: I seriously doubt it.
Me: Deal or no deal, Eva.
Eva: Deal.
I rubbed my hands together as the excitement pooled through me.
Me: You have to do exactly as I say—got it?
Eva: Fine.
Me: Don’t sound so enthused.
Eva: I just know you’re going to lose, and I already feel bad for you.