Thirty-Three Evelyn #2
I flushed even more, but arched into her palm regardless, desperate for whatever friction I could get. But she pulled away.
"Nessa please, I'm throbbing. The amount of pressure hurts, this is sadistic," I begged growing more frustrated by the second.
"My love, I am a bit of a sadist," she chuckled.
"I won't be able to get any work done, it's too distracting. I can't focus like this. It's not fair," I insisted.
"Ah, that is a problem you're going to have to deal with until your lunch break now, my love."
"Lunch break?" I asked, wondering where she was going to take me in the span of an hour.
"You're going to be leaving soon. I think it's only fair that I should get to take you over my desk before then."
After spending the whole morning waiting in discomfort, when I made it to her office, I practically ran inside, carelessly leaving the door unlocked.
"Evelyn, the door," she reminded, causing me to do a quick 180 and lock it.
"Good girl, now come here," she purred, lifting a manicured finger in a come-hither motion.
I did as I was told, sitting on the edge of the desk and smoothing my dress neatly over my lap, only to be pushed back as she gathered the fabric at my waist.
"This is the second to last time you'll be seeing me on my knees, so appreciate it, darling." She parted my legs, slipping off my panties.
Her warm breath fanned over my soaked center causing me to whimper.
"Evelyn, quiet,"
"So— sorry," I whispered, my breath hitching as she began licking me ever so slowly. I bucked my hips impatiently, another gasp leaving me as she pushed me back to lay flat across the desk.
I whimpered, pain shooting through my legs as she attempted to pry them further apart.
"God, you really are tense," she muttered, putting her mouth back on me. "I'd love to take care of that too, but for now other areas of your body are far more demanding for my attention," she sighed, leaning back in.
I bit my lip hard trying to stay quiet, a near-impossible task with her tongue hitting every spot so perfectly.
"If you don't control yourself I'm going to stop," she warned as I felt myself dripping onto her desk.
"I'm— I’m trying," I groaned, turning my head, trying to muffle my moans against the firm marble.
Leaning against my cheek, I felt the soft fabric of one of her scarves beneath me.
In the midst of my need, I hadn't noticed its presence protecting me, providing a welcome barrier between my trembling body and the unforgiving desk.
Without hesitation, I bit onto the fabric, using it as a makeshift gag to muffle my cries of ecstasy as she continued to send me spiraling into bliss.
A familiar ringing broke through the silence, my ringtone.
"Answer it," she instructed, placing the phone in my hand without missing a beat.
"What, no!"
"Don't make me ask again."
“I— I can’t,” I exclaimed, my eyes widening.
“Oh, do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head vigilantly.
“Then stop complaining,” she answered, annunciating every word.
Hesitantly, I brought my phone to my ear, trusting Vanessa to know my limits.
"Is this Dr. Sorelle?"
"Mhm, good afternoon," I answered, my voice giving nothing away.
"This is St. Mary University in Georgia, and we are pleased to offer you a position here."
"Thank you so much for the offer." I took a breath, arching my back as my hips bucked on their own accord.
Suddenly, having practiced giving the full replies Vanessa demanded from me during intense intercourse was proving rather useful.
"I'm really excited about this opportunity," I finished, getting my words out far more smoothly than I knew to be capable of. The less erotic nature of the sentence made it more understandably spoken than the needy begging I'd become all too familiar with.
I bit, my lip holding back a whimper as she thrust the tip of her tongue inside my tight walls.
"We are too. We've sent the details to your email and would like to talk at a later date once you've read everything over."
I sent Vanessa a look, silently pleading mercy, now was not the time for her unbelievable skills that invariably turned me to putty in her hands.
She graciously eased up her motions ever so slightly. Just enough to keep me off the edge while still making me go insane with her perfected motions, never clumsy and always precise.
"Wonderful I'm looking forward to continuing this process," I choked out, covering my gasp with a polite laugh as she used her teeth, delicately grazing my skin.
"Have a good day Dr. Sorelle."
I bit the cloth hard, my legs starting to shake uncontrollably as she wrapped her soft lips around my nub, sucking it between them tenderly.
"You too," I stammered, hanging up and letting out a sigh of relief that turned into a moan.
The moment I finally relaxed, everything I'd been desperately holding at bay surged to the surface with almost no warning.
"Oh god, Nessa, I'm coming," I cried out against the fabric, beginning to pulse around her.
I attempted to squirm away so I could wait until she permitted it, but it was no use.
Her tongue worked tirelessly to elicit every last ounce of ecstasy from my trembling body. With each flick and swirl, I surrendered myself completely to the overwhelming waves of sensation crashing over me.