It hurt less than a lot, more than a little. (Part 2)

I gazed into those eyes. "What is going to hurt"
"Everything, and nothing" A hint of her smile. She adored that he wasn't really pinned, yet, and yet he stood there with his back against the wall staring at her like he couldn't move.
"Maybe you should leave"
"You don't want me?" She wasn't flirting. It was simply a question. To the point and blunt. He didn't answer.
She went on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, "I won't stop when I start, now is your only chance to say no" She felt him react to the whispers on his earlobe. A sensitive spot. His muscles go slightly rigid and another internal battle begins.
NOT her. Off limits. This was just supposed to be hanging out and eating mac and cheese. What was she doing. He hasn't even known she could be like this. Did she expect him to just let this happen?

"I do expect it" She kissed him hard again.
"How'd you know? What the hell are you?"
"A wild guess... Or maybe, just maybe, I can read your mind" A giggle that sounds like glass breaking. She wasn't being seductive or even charming. Everything about her attitude was cold and jagged, and somehow she seemed to want him in a way she never had. Was this some kind of dream? He felt her teeth on his neck, if it was it felt good...
She bit him. Hard. No sweet nibbling, she wanted blood. This was going in a whole different direction from what he ever imagined but he couldn't help feeling aroused as her tongue swirled across the bleeding mark.
"You taste good" And he did. Sweet, coppery, and his own smell tainted every sense she had. His hands still hung at his sides, but his eyes were closed and he wasn't stopping her. His skin was getting hot underneath her cool hands. Her ears tuned into the sound of his heart beat next to hear head. Taller men were so much more attractive then those denied the gift of height. "Try and stop me now"
He heard her from a long ways away. He was lost in some sensual stupor. He had felt her bite him and almost shoved her away, but then he felt her sucking and every vein in his body started to throb with desire and heat. HE felt the beads of sweat dripping down his back at this moment, but his arms were heavy and all he wanted was to keep feeling her lips, her tongue, her mouth kissing and sucking at every available spot. A flitting thought passed that maybe this wasn't right, but at that moment he felt her unbutton his jeans and slide a cool hand into his boxers.
"Try and stop me Paul"
His name. That was his name... some one stupid was telling him to stop her. But feeling her hand wrap around his erection made it impossible to feel or think about anything else.
His moan seeped into her pours like air fueling a fire. He wasn't even trying to stop her and that made it all the more arousing. She was so tired of being good, so tired of being a friend. After months of playful banter and looks that heated her insides she wanted to let go of self control and be what she truly was.
He was hard in her hand. Ready for anything she wanted to use him for, but both of them still had entirely too much clothing on. He would burn up with extra fabric, and while she devoured his heat it was best to be able to offer her cool body to soothe the fire that would rage inside of him. The ultimate experience for both, passion and lust, mixed with an unquenchable need to take him into her in any way she could.