We finally made it to the bedroom around midnight. Xander ran me a bath as promised. When I sunk into the hot water I knew I’d be sore the next day. I’d had more orgasms than I could count and we’d had s*x four times. My shoulder ached where he’d bit me and when I looked in the mirror I saw the faint outline of the hickey he’d given me.
The water was hot and soothing. Xander let me bathe alone. He was watching TV when I walked back into his bedroom and he wrapped me in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked.
I snickered. “Your friends are going to know what’s been going on.” I showed him the hickey on my neck.
“I’m sorry baby. I got carried away.”
“It’s fine. I sort of like knowing you can’t stop yourself. It’s a huge turn-on that you’re so excited by me.”
He nuzzled against me. “You know
