LULA
Exile and I stepped inside the quiet house. While I checked the security system and made certain everything was locked up tight, Xena cuddled up in her bed.
I peeked in on Dillon and found her snuggled with her TeeTurtle dolls.
Her butterfly nightlight created soft colors against the pale pink walls.
My baby had been very particular about the style of her room.
She went with a completely different style for her room at Jarred’s house.
I couldn’t help wondering what design she might choose in the Baton Rouge house I’d buy soon.
A long-distance relationship would only work if I had a place to call my home in Louisiana. Shacking up at Exile’s house was bound to cause issues for his sister. What if my family wanted to visit? Or I planned to stay awhile in the summer? What about the holidays?
Everything would be easier if I had a place there. In a few days, after Dillon got to know Exile, she and I could start searching online for places in Baton Rouge.
After I left Dillon to sleep, Exile followed me to my bedroom. I reached up and removed his hat, resting it on a small table near the window. Taking his hand, I guided him into the bathroom.
Exhausted tonight and feeling blitzed from the late beer, I headed toward the oversized shower with the wavy door design. I switched on the water and turned to Exile.
“I haven’t shared a bed with a man in years. Do you hog the blankets?” I asked while sliding off my shirt and tossed it in the hamper. “Should I get extra blankets out?”
“Are you cold at night?”
“Always,” I said and tugged his shirt over his head. Taking a moment to admire his powerful, tatted chest, I sighed and smiled.
Exile’s fingers skimmed my cheeks in a loving caress before cradling my jaw and closing his lips over mine. I met his passion with my own. My heart already beat at his rhythm.
As our lips remained locked, we somehow managed to remove our clothes. Gripping his waist, I backed into the shower.
The hot water poured in waves from several showerheads. Steam swirled around our aroused bodies. Our hands explored. I stroked his hard chest. He cupped my ass, tugging me closer, wanting more.
My fingers found his erection, caressing his thick cock and winning a moan of approval.
I had planned to play in the shower and take our fun to the bed. Yet, the heat between my legs demanded relief.
Shuffling around in the shower, I gently pressed Exile back onto the wide bench. With his lips free, he offered me an annoyed pout. He didn’t know what the hell I was doing, and I’d taken away his access to my lips.
I reached down to stroke his cock and offered him a lingering kiss. Turning slowly, I kept hold of his erection. Once my back faced him, I slid his cock between my folds. Exile reached around my hip to stroke my clit. His other hand quickly cupped my breast.
My hands rested on his knees as I lowered myself. A groan left my lips as his cock stretched my overheated flesh. My pussy clenched his erection, sucking possessively. Exile’s groans of pleasure joined mine in the steamy shower.
I rolled my hips and soaked in the sensation of being so full. Our wet bodies moved together. Exile sucked at my throat. His fingers teased my hard nipples. One of my hands stroked his arm. The other worked on my clit.
Coming hard, I clenched my eyes and shivered with relief. My lips searched for Exile’s. I felt myself spiraling emotionally. Everything with Exile felt too powerful.
Our wet, overheated bodies moved with purpose. Exile’s arm wrapped around my waist, keeping my back pinned to his chest. More than needing to fuck, he craved intimacy. My name echoed in the shower as he revealed his heart to me.
Exile orgasmed hard. His lips covered mine, craving something only I could offer.
As our moans quieted and our breathing softened, I rested my cheek against his. The only sound was the water against the stone walls.
I wanted to tell Exile that I loved him. The words echoed in my head and danced on my tongue. But I hesitated, afraid to reveal something so precious to me to a man I barely knew.
Exile kissed my cheek and murmured, “I knew you were special as soon as I saw you, but I didn’t think my heart was capable of feeling this way.”
My gaze found his. “I’m not crazy or reacting to trauma. I know myself, and I love you, Exile.”
His smile left me awash in relief. I worried he’d get weird or pull away.
“I love you, too.”
After a single day with Exile, I knew what I needed to be happy. If he left now, I’d break in a way I didn’t think was possible before we met. Nursing such vulnerability made me panic a little. Yet, the fear also felt good. I was embracing a new path with a sexy man who loved me.