Re: Garden - Ambrose and Buffy
"S-something to hold on to?" Buffy questioned as she was pressed against the wall. Her breath stopped when he knelt down in front of her and exposed her as he dress was hitched up to her waist. His fingers alone had her soaking wet within a matter of moments, and the thrill of what they were doing only aided him. The things he did to her were beyond what she could have possibly dreamed up.
She gasped, unable to help it when she felt his tongue on her exposed slit. Understanding exactly why he'd advised it, she gripped the vines tightly enough that her knuckles were white. Her head went back against the wall as she fought the good fight to remain standing. Another shiver ran up her spine, and she had the feeling she was going to need to will herself not to make any noise.