She was driving him crazy, mouth moving to just the right spots, doing just the right thing. His hand gripped the sheets of the bed tightly as she continued, taking his pleasure higher and higher. Right now, this is when it would have happened, this is when he would have leaned forward and sank his fangs into her neck and drank her dry. It would have felt so good, to feel that rush of life through his veins the same moment he came, the mingling of pleasures that was so addictive and tempting it was almost impossible to resist.

Instead, there's just Rachel and how she's riding his cock. The pleasure is singular, but all the more sweeter for it. She was fucking him and he was going to come and that's all there was to it and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Nn, Rachel!" he grunted as she pressed down onto him, the weight of her driving him deeply into her as he thrust up his hips to meet the motion.