Buffy smiled, surprised by happy by how easily all of this was coming to her. She wasn't some sort of pro dominatrix or anything, but she was more comfortable with being in control than she'd thought. It might've, of course, had something to do with who was beneath her at the moment.
"Don't worry. I don't wanna stop any time soon," she answered before nipping slightly at his earlobe. She wanted to be almost maddeningly delicate at firt, and so her lips trailed feather-soft kisses down his jawline and neck. Her fingers ghosted almost like a breeze down his chest. She wanted her touches and kisses to be so soft that they drove him mad.