[There's a confidence that comes in denying her what she's truly after, in feeling every stretch and struggle Peggy makes beneath him while she still seeks out more. His fear of being overwhelmed has been channeled, funneled into this new effort: into having her be the one teetering on that needy edge, while he seems to remain poised and in perfect control. It's an indulgence he hasn't been allowed in ages, not even in this almost-accidental way. That neglected side stretches out under his skin, lured to the surface by the siren call of her moans, the sweet and lustful note of her complaints.]

Then don't say it. [He licks a long stripe up her thigh while she employs the gambit, stopping just where the fabric begins to cover her skin. He ends the trail with a kiss, lets her feel the shape of his smile when his lips linger. She knows all she could have, and who can provide it to her--

When he would choose to.]

I wonder how long you'll hold out like this, when you can't even lie still now. [He kisses her between the words, soft little pecks, retracing the abandoned path until he's centered once more over where her clit must be, so well hidden, neglected, unteased.] I'm not going to take you before you say it, Peggy. I promise you that.

[Once more he puts his mouth to work; once more he proves just how well he knows her, as he stretches his tongue against the fabric to find that sensitive nub and make her suffer that much more.]