My fingers tap furiosuly over the keyboard, each punch of the button getting harder and harder. I feel the eyes of Carmilla on my back, and I know even without looking at her, she had her sly, shit-eating grin on her lips.
Her sweet, soft, delicious lips.
Come on Hollis.
I shake myself out of it, turning my attention back onto the computer screen.
"You know, Laura," I hear her voice from behind me. "I think you have a lot of built of tension going on right now. I'm afraid that keyboard is going to break if you keep going."
I take a deep breath. "I'm fine, Carmilla."
"You certainly sound like it." She laughs.
"Shouldn't you be off with Mattie, wreaking havoc?"
"I thought maybe I'd come home for a little while . . . mess with you, a little. Besides, Mattie can handle 'wreaking havov' for the both of us."
I spin around in my chair, a comback ready for her, but my words quickly die on my tongue.
Carmilla stands in front of me, way past her side of the tape, completely nude.
I try to keep the gasp from coming out, which I'm sure would just egg her on. I take another deep breath, trying to steady my heartbeat.
"What is it, Creampuff? You look a little . . . flustered." She begins to walk forward, and I rise out of my seat.
"I-I I hate you, so much." I whisper, trying to keep my eye level with her's. But everything of her's was just so perfect, I couldn't help it.
"I hate you too, Sundance."
I couldn't help myself. I grap her by her waist, and pull her to me. Our lips lock in an angry embrace. Her hands grapple at my clothing, and I knew she was trying to take control of the situation, but I could feel the rage in my heart.
I quickly flip us around, and push her against the desk, so her bare ass is pressed into me. Carmilla gasps as I press into her.
"You know, Creampuff," Carmilla struggles to get out. She was trying to act like I wasn't affecting her, but the slight gasp that escapes her lips when I reach around and roll her nipples between my fingers betrays her. She chuckles and shakes her head. "You have a lot of strength for someone as little as you."
I slip one of my hands down her stomach, to between her thighs. She gasps again, and I see her muscles tense. "And you talk a lot for someone who is this vulnerable." I respond through gritted teeth.
Carmilla stops her movements, and she turns around quickly. I still keep my hand between her legs. She sneers at me before leaning forward and taking my bottom lip between her teeth. She sucks lightly for a moment, and lets go. "Shut up, and fuck me."
I didn't have to be told twice. I move my hand up, and slip one of my fingers through her wetness. She lets out a small groan, and buries her head in my shoulder. I feel her teeth scrape lightly across my neck, then her lips latch onto my skin. My thumb circles around her clit, and she bites down on my neck.
I smile a little. The rage in my head was slowly turning into desire. Desire for Carmilla to beg for me. I wanted her begging for me to let her cum.
I slip two fingers inside of her, and she throws her head back with a groan. I keep my movements slow. Moving in and out of her, but keeping up enough pace to make her keep going. My thumb continuously makes tiny circles around her clit.
Carmilla's hands grab my shoulders to try and keep steady. She clutches at my shirt, bunching the cloth up in her fist.
I go a little faster, pumping my hand harder into her.
Her gasps and moans fill the room, and occasionaly, my name escaped her mouth. She grabs my wrist and tries to push my hand farther.
I feel her getting close. Her muscles contract, and I feel her thighs squeeze my hand. I back off a little, slowing my movements again, and she groans in disapointment.
"Laura." She gasps.
"Yes, Carmilla?" I ask, my voice dripping with sweetness.
"Fuck, Laura, please."
"Please what?"
"You know what." She gasps again, her nails digging into my shoulders as I curl my fingers.
"I need to hear it, Carmilla." I say with a smile on my lips.
"Oh my God, please, Laura, let me cum!"
The smile on my lips grows. I dip my fingers in deeper, and curl them again. I feel her tense around them, and she cums with a loud moan, her hands on my shoulders were the only thing keeping her up.
I let out a little giggle before pulling my fingers out, and sucking them clean.
Carmilla watches as I do so. Her glare could kill a man, but all I do is laugh again, and take a step back from her.
"Fuck you." She says as she pushes herself off the desk.
"Wouldn't you like to?"
She says nothing, but glares, her sneer back on her lips.
"Shouldn't you be back on your side of the tape?" I ask sweetly.
