[ all that touching and caressing and stroking she's doing are just eroding what was left of his own good will save rolls apparently, because by the time she urges him towards her, he's ready to practically beg for it himself, and the shaky exhalation of his breath as he slides inside of her openly broadcasts his sense of pleasured relief. one arm wraps firmly beneath her, the other free to roam as his hips fall into a steadied rhythm of thrusting up in her. at first, his face hovers inches above hers, sparks of lustful light creating an electric heat in the small space between them where their gazes are locked. but as she grows accustomed to the way he fills her, his hips buck with a slowly gaining intensity, and he smothers his moans of ecstasy against her mouth, with another deep, passionate kiss. with a fort save of 27, and that earlier strength check of 17, this is gonna be one fulfilling ride for buffy. congrats on the sex indeed. ]
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