Sarge, please! Please, touch me. Taste me.

The words were music to his ears, and they flicked forward to catch every vocalization she graced him with. Hm... I don't know, little sprite. Do you deserve it?

Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to delve into the wetness soaking her core, to taste the delicacy of her on his lips. But that was too easy, too kind. No, he would tease. She would earn it. Letting out a slow, hot breath against her sex, he held her gaze.

You can do better than that, my spitfire. How badly do you want it? Convince me.

His tail swayed behind him smugly. The sheer control he held over the situation only aroused him further, his length now fully unsheathed and throbbing painfully against his stomach. It knew exactly where it wanted to be, where it needed to be.

Patience. Tempering himself, he let out another slow, hot breath against her core before carefully dragging his tongue just to the right of her folds, then directly to the left. Never touching, but so damn, insufferably close. He wanted to hear her melodies, the symphony meant only for his ears.

There was no doubt in his mind they would be earth-shattering, and he knew his restraint teetered on but a single wire. Sarge desperately wanted to feel that snap, to release his control and ravage the beauty that was his alone to claim.

But he would wait. She would earn it.