Are you challenging me, little sprite? He purred deeply, nipping at the inner part of her right thigh. I can most assuredly tease you all night... but what's the fun in that?

The word baby sounded like a piece of heaven coming off her tongue. It was as though she had spoken his sleeper phrase; suddenly, his tongue found her core with a slow, long lick. The wetness that collected and glistened between her legs was delectable, and he felt his shaky self-control rapidly fraying.

Continuing those slow, long licks against her folds, he watched her face, watching for the bucking of her hips, the arching of her back, the cry of his name. His arms came up to lock her hips in place, giving him free reign and denying her the ability to pull away from what was his.

From this angle, she was gorgeous, beyond gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking and devastating all at once. And this was merely from between her thighs. The shift he would experience when he finally sank into her hot core... He groaned lowly at the image, the vibrations trembling from his lips as he began to feast more vigorously.

Soar, little Wisp, soar. Fly high, fast and steady. Sarge would catch her when it all came crashing down.

Pressing his nails into the soft flesh of her stomach and thighs, his eyes went half-lidded with a hunger so deep it was as though he were a starved man. And perhaps he was. When had he last taken her? That night by the blue flame? Too long. Far too long. The image of her beneath him, moving with urgency, made his hips begin to quiver, a stickiness developing where his length rubbed desperately against his stomach.