[ And those small indiscretions on your part go right through him, making him nearly consider giving in to you if only because it meant that he'd be able to fuck you into the sheets sooner.

Just nearly. He never would have made it as far as he had by not being patient. ]

What replaces my thumb isn't another finger, but my tongue. I'm teasing you with it precisely because I know that you can't stand it. I also want to hear you beg.

[ And he does wonder, outside of the scene he's writing out in your head, if you're going to end up doing that for him now. Then again, your body was doing that for you already, wasn't it? ]