Buffy was a natural. A natural at driving him mad. He pulled gently at the binds, with no really want behind it, just wanting to feel the tug. He smiled as her hands slowly caressed his torso. He twisted his head away so she could get more of his neck.
"You are perfect, Buffy." He breathed, closing his eyes as his body jerked up into his touch. He wanted more, more of her touching, more of her kissing. Kissing everywhere. "Really you are."