Page 86 of Resisting the Temptation
“God, Emma. You always grip me so well. You were meant to be mine. I’ll never get enough of you.”
“You make me feel amazing, Sir,” I whimper, and Ben groans.
Ben snakes his hand between us to strum my clit as he continues to pound into me. “Need you to come. Squeeze my cock, honey. Make it nice and sloppy.”
Three more brutal thrusts and the coil inside me snaps; I come for him, screaming just like he wanted.
“That’s it,Dulzura.So beautiful when you break for me. Everyone down there wishes they were the onesmaking you scream, but they’re not, are they? Who makes you feel this good?”
“You do, Sir.”
“That’s.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Right.” Ben moans loudly as his hips stutter, and his warm cum fills me to the brim.
Both of our releases drip down my thighs as he pulls out of me and gently lowers my leg to the ground.
“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Instead of letting me walk, he scoops me up bridal style and carries me into the bathroom.
He sets me on the edge of the tub while he starts the shower.
“Do you want to wash your hair?” he asks, and I shake my head.
He walks over to where I left my claw clip earlier and grabs it and a hotel shower cap before twisting my braid up, clipping it and gently placing the shower cap over my head.
Wordlessly, he directs me under the spray of the shower while he gathers my toiletry bag before he joins me.
I get déjà vu as Ben squirts some face wash onto his fingers before gently rubbing it into my skin. He directs me under the spray to wash it off. Then he lathers a different washcloth with my body wash and gently cleans every inch of my body.
Just like showering at his house, this feels more intimate than fucking. I feel stripped completely bare for him, especially after all I dumped on him in the car.
I wait for the panic to sink in, but it doesn’t. I feel like crying from gratitude, and the urge to run fromhim—from the feelings bubbling under the surface—is nowhere to be seen.
The adrenaline from the scene is wearing off, and the emotions from today are starting to catch up to me, making my eyes heavy with exhaustion.
Ben quickly washes himself then hops out of the shower and dries himself while I stay under the warm water. Then, when he’s dried off and in a pair of underwear, he turns off the shower and pats my body dry before wrapping me in the towel and sitting me once again on the edge of the tub.
He takes the shower cap off before he finds my body lotion and lathers the cream into my legs and arms.
“I don’t know in what order to do your skincare,” he whispers, holding up my Vitamin C serum and chlorophyll discoloration serum.
“I can do it.” I lean forward to grab the bottles, but he moves them just out of reach.
“No, just tell me what to do. I feel bad I didn’t get to do it on Saturday. Let me take care of you.”
“There’s a rosewater spray in there. That’s first, then before it dries, you do the green bottle—just two drops will be enough. Then the dark blue under eye cream and finally the purple moisturizer.”
Ben finds all the products and lines them up in order, applying them gently to my skin in the order I told him. His calloused fingers are rough against my skin in a way that makes me melt.
I don’t know how he knows my skincare routine is important to me, but my heart feels like it’s about to burst. Ben’s all grumpy and growly at times, but whenwe’re alone, I get to see a tender side of him I’m greedy to see more of.
Once he’s applied the moisturizer, he wets my toothbrush and instructs me to brush while he does the same.
Once we’re done, he unclips the claw from my hair and undoes my braid before running my wide-tooth comb through the frizzy waves. He finds a satin scrunchie and holds it up with his eyebrows raised in question.
I nod, holding my hand out to take it from him, but he bats it away again. Then he gathers my hair into one fist before gently wrapping the scrunchie around to create a loose ponytail on top of my head.
“How do you know how to do this?” I whisper, reluctant to break the calm silence.
“At one point you told Katrina braids aren’t healthy to sleep in, especially for curly hair. You told her it was best to sleep with a satin scrunchie tied loosely on top of your head. Ideally, a satin bonnet, but you get overstimulated by them so you don’t have one.”
