When I glance down, I cringe. “Why is it red?” I ask, my voice barely audible.
“That’s normal, sweetheart. Just this once. You bled some from when my cock tore into your pussy. It won’t happen again.”
Adam gently wipes my tender skin and the pink that’s tinging my thighs. All the while, I hold my breath, embarrassed at having him inspect me so closely. His face is inches from my pussy. He prods my folds, pulling them open several times before switching his attention to the bundle of nerves above them. He called it my clit.
“Does anything hurt, sweetheart?” he asks softly, stroking over the swollen nub.
“No,” I breathe out.
He finally finishes, rinses out the cloth, and sets it on the edge of the hamper. A moment later, he turns on the faucet in the tub and puts the stopper in.
I lower my feet, assuming he’s done, keeping my gaze on him the entire time. He’s totally naked and isn’t the least bit bothered by it. His cock is almost as hard as it was when I first glanced at it. Some of my blood is on him. Apparently, he doesn’t care.
When he turns toward me, he catches me looking. I jerk my gaze away from his manhood, but not fast enough. “It’s okay to look, sweetheart. My body is yours now. You may see or touch it anytime you want.”
“Will you show me how you like to be touched?” I ask boldly. He’s my husband. Why should I be nervous about exploring his body?
“Absolutely, but let’s get in the tub first. The warm water will soothe your muscles.” He lifts me off the counter and stands me on my feet, and then he turns toward the tub, steps over the side, and holds out a hand for me to join him.
Adam stretches out at one end. “Sit between my legs, facing me, sweetheart.”
I can’t picture what he has in mind. It sounds awkward, but I do as he asks, understanding better when he lifts my feet and drapes my legs over his thighs. Once again, I’m so open.
Without the bubbles, I can easily see his erection through the water. It bobs in front of me, tapping my entrance.
Adam takes my hand and brings it to his cock. “Wrap your fingers around it, sweetheart. You can’t hurt me. No need to be overly gentle. You can grip it pretty tight and even drag your hand up and down the shaft. I’ll probably come again because I want you so badly.”
I lift my gaze to his. “Again?”
Twelve
Adam
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I chuckle. It’s been a long time since my cock got any satisfaction that wasn’t from my own hand. I’m fully erect once again. It’s probably going to be this way for weeks or months because I’m not going to let Rebekah out of my sight, and when I look at her, I get hard.
She reaches tentatively with her small fingers and strokes my engorged shaft. When she lifts her gaze, there’s wonder on her face. “It’s smooth.”
“Yeah.”
My girl’s bold side has come out again. She shoves my hand out of the way so she can take over.
I lean back against the tub, set my elbows on the edges, and leave her to it. All the while, I watch her. Her brows draw together as she concentrates.
“Will I be able to make you come with my hand?”
“Yes, sweetheart. And when you’re ready, your mouth.”
She gasps. “My mouth?”
I smile. “Yes. Sometimes, you’ll kneel on the floor between my legs and suck me. Sometimes, you’ll do it in bed.”
She swallows. Her pretty cheeks turn pink. “Like how you put your mouth on me?”
“Yes.”
“And your come will leak out?”
