Buffy couldn't help but gasp when she felt his lips on her now painfully erect nipples. He was warmer than she'd thought he would be, and not just the temperature of his skin. Everything he did to her left a heat burning inside of her. She was operating mostly on instinct, a tendency that while sometimes a curse seemed a blessing in this circumstance. He was guiding her gently with his movements, and she responded to them eagerly.
She wriggled slightly in his lap, trying to help to inch the shorts down further and also devilishly trying to rub herself against his erection. She was already slick from desire, and she was unable to stifle a soft moan that escaped her lips at both the feeling of his hands and his lips on her body. In turn, she reached down with her hand against his cock straining in his pants, stroking his erection while her other hand worked to unfasten his pants.