Chapter 33: Changing Rooms pt2

With trembling hands, I remove the bra and put my old one back on before pulling on my jeans and buttoning up my white shirt. I look at my reflection in the mirror and my eyes seem wild. I take in the sight of the livid mark on my neck where Alex bit me and, weirdly, I don't feel revolted. Quite the opposite, in fact. Seeing Alex's mark on me makes me feel cherished almost, and more than a little horny. Knowing that I don't have time for self-analysis, I take a deep breath and pull on my coat and scarf, grateful for the camouflage that they afford.

As I pull the curtain aside and step forward, Alex is instantly by my side, his large hand folding around mine. "You are not going to argue with me now, Liv, are you?" he asks. I shake my head in response, unable to formulate any words in my current state. Several bags are waiting on the countertop and Tammy lets us know that the rest will be delivered. She gives me a knowing look and I can't help the blush that creeps up my face. I have just climaxed in a public changing room, for heaven's sake. As Alex turns around to gather up the bags, Tammy gives me a quick wink and a smile; I know immediately that she is not judging me and I find myself relaxing slightly. Smiling back, I thank her for her help before Alex escorts me from the store.

As we step outside into the cold winter air, I ask Alex quietly if we can go home; I just want to go somewhere private to regroup. We are still trailing around my small case and are now laden with the bags, so Alex hails another taxi and it is not long before we are pulling up in front of the house. I have just stripped off my coat and am hanging it on a peg when Alex turns me gently to face him. "What's the matter, Liv? You are really quiet."

I shake my head. "Nothing's the matter, Alex," I say quietly. "I am just trying to process, that's all."

"Process what?" Alex asks, narrowing his eyes as if he is trying to see right into my soul.

I offer up a small smile. "Well, the fact that I just came in a public place. And…and you bit me."

Alex's face darkens as he pulls aside my scarf gently, scanning my neck for the marks that he has left. I can see anger rippling under the surface. "Shit, Liv, I didn't even realise. Fuck, I am so sorry, baby."

I put a finger up to his lips and he looks at me in surprise. "Don't be sorry," I say, and his eyes widen. "I liked it. I am just trying to process why I liked it. It's not something I ever thought I would be into, but…" I trail off feeling embarrassed and turn my face to look at the floor.

"But what?" Alex says, hooking a finger under my chin and forcing my head up to meet his intense scrutiny.

"But when I looked at myself in the mirror and I saw that you had marked me…I felt…I felt cherished. I don't understand it…it just doesn't make sense to me. And it made me horny, which just seems weird."

"No weirder than how horny it is making me right now, looking at my mark on you," Alex says, fire in his eyes. "I will always cherish you, Liv. With every breath that I take." With that, he brings his mouth down onto mine in a hunger-filled kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth with deep, deliberate strokes. Without breaking off for breath, he scoops me into his arms and carries me through to the living room, where he deposits me on the long grey sofa. Our hands are a tangle of limbs as we try to strip each other of our clothes.

When we are finally naked, Alex settles between my legs, resting on his elbows, but makes no move to enter me. I am wet and pulsing, but when I tilt my hips towards his pelvis he shakes his head. "Not yet, Liv. I want to worship this amazing body of yours." His voice is filled with lust and heat and I find myself squirming in anticipation.

With the slowness that only a man in complete control could exhort, Alex trails his hands down my body, closely followed by his mouth. Caress. Lick. Kiss. And so it goes until he has covered every inch of my front. My fingers have wound into his hair and find myself pulling on it each time he finds a particularly sensitive spot. Eventually, he returns and captures a nipple in his mouth, whilst he rolls the other sensitive nub between his fingers. Instantly, the electricity that I felt earlier begins its path to my core, lighting up nerve endings as it surges through me. I groan under his ministrations, the ache in my pussy becoming an all-encompassing need.

"Please, Alex, I need you. In me," I gasp.

"All in good time, baby," he mutters, before biting down on my nipple and pinching the other. And just like that my orgasm crashes over me. Holy shit, I never knew I could come just from having my nipples played with. Before I have even begun to come down from my orgasm, Alex has buried his head between my legs and is running his tongue over my clit. The stimulation is too much and I come again hard, wave after wave annihilating me until my body is rigid and arched clean off the couch. Yet Alex never ceases his relentless attention. Instead, his arms curl up underneath me, supporting my frame and holding my bucking hips still.

I cry out Alex's name over and over as the heat blinds me. I can feel tears running down my face and I am not sure how much more I can take. Just when I think I am actually about to break with the intensity of the fire inside me, I feel Alex shift, and then he is sliding his cock deep into my pussy. "Fuck me, Alex. Please," I scream, needing to feel him move inside of me.

"Okay, baby," he grunts as he starts slamming into me, his fingers expertly moving across my clit. Alex is so deep it is almost painful, but the ache soon blossoms into a tsunami of pleasure that engulfs me. I am vaguely aware of Alex coming, his hot seed spurting into me with his own release, and then I am climaxing, my overwrought body finding a final release of its own.

I come back to myself to find Alex's head resting on my chest, his body draped over mine, panting as if we had just run a hundred meters. I move my fingers across his back in slow circles, enjoying the feel of him beneath my fingertips for a change. Slowly, he lifts his head and gives me a lazy smile. "You okay, Liv?" he asks softly.

"All good, Alex," I whisper. In seconds, Alex is off me and I am cradled in his arms like a baby. I am so completely drained as he strokes my hair and my face, whispering how much he loves me, that I find my eyes closing as exhaustion consumes me.