Page 101 of Resisting the Temptation
I untie her wrists while I’m still inside of her, then I pull out and rush to the bathroom to find a washcloth. When I turn around to exit the bathroom, Emma’sstanding in the doorway with her clothes in hand, a trail of cum running down her leg.
“What are you doing, honey? I was coming to clean you up.”
Emma bites her lip. “I have to pee anyway. I can do it.”
I furrow my brows, confused about this sudden need to do it herself. I hand over the washcloth and step out of the bathroom so she can take care of her business in private, even though everything in me is screaming not to leave her alone.
I dress myself, then sit on the edge of the bed while I wait for her to come out of the bathroom.
When she finally does, her hair is up in her usual bedtime ponytail, and she’s got her pajamas back on. All traces of what we just did are gone save for the blush on her cheeks when she sees me.
My senses are telling me something’s wrong, so as she walks by, I grab her wrist gently. “Are you okay? Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Emma gives me a small smile. “It was perfect. I’m not hurt, just… in my head a little, I guess.”
“I guess I didn’t fuck you hard enough, then,” I tease, but she only gives me a half-hearted chuckle in return. “You can talk to me, Emma.”
She sighs. “I know. Dinner tonight was a lot, and I know family dinner on Friday will be worse. I feel bad subjecting you to all of this. This isn’t what you signed up for.”
I stand and cup her face, making her look me in the eyes. “I’m exactly where I want to be, Emma. I don’t want you to feel bad when I’m choosing to be here. I’ve got you, okay?”
She nods, and her eyes flick to my lips like they did earlier. We haven’t broached the topic of kissing again; I would now if I thought she’d be open to the discussion.
But it’s just one more thing to put on her plate, and I don’t want her to feel pressured.
“Let’s go to bed. I think we’re both in need of some rest.”
She nods in agreement, and I reluctantly let her go so she can get in her own bed.
Soon, she won’t feel the need to distance herself from me.
I hope.
The next day, Emma takes me up Big Cottonwood Canyon to see the fall leaves.
The peak time for the fall colors is the first weekend in October, so we’re a little late, but it’s still stunning.
We stopped at a little lodge and restaurant for lunch and spent the day getting to know more about each other outside of the bedroom.
It felt like a first date, and it was perfect.
I’ve never seen her so at peace. It’s like, as soon as we got into the crisp mountain air, the weight of all her problems blew away on the light breeze.
I want to be the one to put the easy smile on her face. I want to be her peace.
Now, we’re back at the hotel to freshen up before we go to dinner at hercousin’s house.
Since we’ve been here, Emma’s outfits have been more on the conservative side, covering a majority of her tattoos. I attributed it to the colder weather, since it’s the most logical reason.
But as she walks out of the bathroom, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s to make the people around her more comfortable.
She’s wearing a maroon skirt, which looks like it’s made of suede, and a black mesh long sleeve shirt over a black tank top doing nothing to hide the ink all over her arms. The skirt is short enough the bottom of her garter tattoos peek out underneath the material.
“You look incredible,” I rasp, greedily taking her in.
Emma gives me a beaming smile. “Thank you.”
She slips on her black ankle boots and grabs her purse. “Ready to meet my cousins? I promise they’re nothing like my parents.”
