A carnal finish (part 3)

Her hand slid up and he opened his eyes. She tugged at his shirt and he pulled it off with out thinking twice. Everything he was doing was almost automatic. His body had wanted her even if his mind was saying they really shouldn't. If she was going to have this happen, he had already lost his chance to say no. Now he only wanted to get out of these clothes and give her whatever she wanted.
She grabbed his chin and told him to look at her. He saw that same terrifying lust that he felt wasn't entirely human, but then again she had always joked about her origins. He tried to smile but with more force than even before, she kissed him. Her teeth grazed over his bottom lip, biting a little too hard and he jerked. Her reaction was to simply push hard and pin him against the door again. Her nails were digging into his arms, drawing blood again.
She smelled it it on his arms, his lips, his neck. That intoxicating scent. His smell. She pulled back from him and stretched her hands over her head. He lifted her shirt up, revealing a lacy black bra and her untanned skin. Instead of going back to kissing him she reached behind and with a deft movement unhooked the bra and dropped it to the floor. "Scratchy fabric" Was the only explanation she gave before she started raining kisses and bites on his chest and arms.
The bites hurt but what she did with her tongue didn't "s-s-stopppp" He couldn't believe his mouth had just uttered that word. He had no need to worry because she only bit harder and then unzipped his jeans. She slid them down and focused on his legs. She knew it must feel better for him to get the harsh, heat trapping material off his legs and with her lips causing new sensations she could feel his body get hotter.
It was like a sauna in his house. The only thing that was relieving the unbearable heat was her mouth everywhere, and her cool hands massaging his thighs while she bite and kissed his lower legs making her way up till she was at his last piece of clothing. She slid off his boxers reveling in the sight of him fully nude and hers for the taking.
He felt her lips wrap around him and he moaned again. What he expected to be warm and wet was actually like a cool wave wrapped around him. He felt like lava was running through his veins and her sweet, cool tongue was the ultimate relief.
She didn't bite here. Here she only treated with gentle sucking and a steady rhythm that he thrust his hips eagerly to meet. She wanted to bring him close, but didn't want to finish him with her mouth. That would let out the heat that she had built up in him and then he would pass out. She she sucked gently and moved her hands across his fevered skin.
Every swirl of her tongue, every tightening of her lips as it ran down his shaft, and each moment that she sucked at the tip made him hotter and hotter. But he never wanted it to end because her mouth was all that existed in that moment.
He was feeling pleasure in every cell of his body but she felt the thirst taking over again. The nips she had made all over his body were already clotted and she needed something more quenching. She could feel his body becoming rigid and feel the blood race through his body and new he was close to orgasming. As much as she didn't want to stop and she knew he wouldn't be happy for a moment she had to drink. She slowed considerable and in a bold uncontrolled move his hand shoved her hard back down. Making her swallow him fully again. She allowed it because it was arousing to her as well, but she needed more from him.
Her mouth was gone. The unbearable heat became his only sensation. He moaned and dropped to the floor. "Water.."
She let him stay on the ground, it put him in a favorite position of hers. She hadn't worn underwear because she knew by the time she would have taken them off he would be in this state. All he felt was heat so intense he could barely keep from passing out. She lowered herself quickly.
HE felt her cool hand around him and then there was only her again. This time it wasn't her mouth but something even better. Her legs wrapped around him and she pressed her small white breasts into his chest and put her lips against his. He was wrapped up in the coolness of her skin and the tight wet that was now moving up and down as she began to ride him.
She felt him rewaken at her chilling touch and is hot arms wrap around her and pull her as close as they could get. She pushed his head sideways making his neck pop with the force, but he didn't notice. She started slowly trying to let them both savor the moment, as soon as she bit him she would loose her own control until it was done. As she bent to take that final drink...
He couldn't take the slow ride. He needed her now and he wanted nothing more than to ride her himself.
She found herself pinned against the stairs with him on top of her thrusting and grabbing her hips harder. A bold move and one that brought her to her own edge. "Paul, kiss me"
This time he did it and didn't say no. This wasn't a joke. But instead of kissing him she tilted his head and bit, hard, and reopened the first wound. She sucked and made moans of her own. Her legs went tighter around him and she matched each frenzied thrust with her own. He tasted so good, warm and edgy. He was something she had never had before. Something different. Every drop that touched her tongue made her wish it wouldn't stop, but she couldn't suck him dry if she planned on having him again. And that moment he started coming. As she tightened around him and licked the last drop from his neck, she knew she would want him again and again.
The heat left his body, but he didn't notice. He was passed out. She lay there in the awkward position on the stairs amazed with herself. No attachment, she had promised herself and yet, here she was already thinking about the next few months and what she would do.