Yes, lick. Yes, hum. Yes, do with your mouth every wicked, pleasureful trick you have ever learned — striving with every such effort to drive your work rival to orgasm.
But keep your eyes on her.
To make sure she is trapped. Not by palms pressing to her wrists or your lower half sitting atop hers. But instead in lust and desire — weakness and waylay.
For if she stirs from her unwanted coma of carnal control, she will sit up. She will tackle you. And then as you squirm beneath her, force you to wage the same battle against a quickly shattering will.