I smiled. “Thank you for the lesson.”
I leaned up onto my elbows as he carefully removed his fingers from inside me, and I shuddered at the loss.
“Although,” I said. “It’s not over yet.”
I reached for him, paused, and then reached between my own legs, instead, remembering how he’d wanted my hand to be wet before I touched him. I gasped when I felt just how wet I was, even more excited to coat him with it and bring him the same pleasure.
But it was almost too wet.
I frowned, bringing my fingertips up so the light of the television reflected on them.
And then promptly shrieked in horror.
“Oh, GOD!” I balked, panicking when I realized the same crimson liquid that covered my fingers also covered Clay’s.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he said, holding up that bloody hand as if to soothe me. “It happens. It’s natural.”
“I bled on you,” I whisper-shrieked. Immediately, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. “Oh my God.”
Frantically, I turned on the faucet and doused my hand, scrubbing it with soap and hot water until the blood was gone. I grabbed a washcloth next, soaking it and turning to run it into the room for Clay, but I slammed into his chest in the process.
His hands framed my arms. “Whoa.”
“Here,” I said, shoving the warm rag at him as I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Hey—”
“I’m so embarrassed. You must be so grossed out. Oh, God.”
“Kitten,” Clay said, firmer, his clean hand tapping under my chin. He waited until I opened my eyes, until he was looking down into them with his piercing green pools. “It’s just a little blood. It’s not gross. It’s natural. It doesn’t freak me out. I feel fucking honored that you let me be the one to touch you like that for the first time. Okay?”
I closed my lips, swallowing, frowning, freaking the fuck out.
“Okay?” he asked again.
I nodded, though I didn’t quite feel it. But it was enough for Clay to release me, to take the wet cloth from my hands. He slipped behind me and quickly washed his hands while I stood there staring like an idiot.
Then, he slowly approached me, like I was a wild animal ready to bolt. His hands found my waist.
My still bare waist.
He slid his hands up my ribcage next, catching my tank top, and I lifted my arms for him to slip it over my head.
“Shower with me,” he said.
It wasn’t a question or a request, but a command.
I turned on the water, waiting until it ran hot before I pulled the plug to turn the water to the shower head. Grabbing two towels, I placed them on the lid of the toilet before stepping in, and Clay slipped in behind me.
The water ran hot down my back as he pulled me into him, the front of him lined up against the back of me, and I could feel how hard he still was, the ridge of his shaft pressing against my ass.
“Clay,” I breathed, reaching behind me, but he stopped me before I could reach him.
“Not tonight,” he said.
“But I need to learn.” I twisted in his arms, and wasn’t prepared for the sight that met me. The soft light of the bathroom, the shade from the shower curtain, the water running in rivulets down his arms, his chest, his abdomen…
“I promised I’d teach you, didn’t I?” He arched a brow.
I sighed. “Yes.”
“Then, I will. But not tonight. Tonight,” he said, pulling me into him and bopping my nose with his fingertip. “We celebrate your first orgasm.”
I rolled my lips, but the laugh bubbled out of me before I could stop it. I buried my face in his chest, peeking up at him through the steam gathering around us.
“I think orgasms might be my new favorite thing.”
“Better than the books?” he asked with a smirk.
I pressed up onto my toes. “So much better,” I answered, and then, even though the lesson was over, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. Sliding my tongue against his lips until he opened, I met his tongue with my own, moaning at how it felt — the hot water and his hot kiss.
Recognition hit me, and my eyes shot open wide before I ripped back.
“Ah… sorry,” I said, tucking my hair behind one ear. “Getting greedy.”
The joke fell flat, and I cringed at myself as I turned toward the shower head, reaching to the shelf behind it for my body wash.
“I’ll let you get cleaned up,” he said, and I felt the cool air of the bathroom sweep in as he let himself out.