Page 50 of Exile & Lula
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. Hisfingers 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.
EXILE
Sharing a bed with Lula made sleeping difficult. Every time our naked bodies bumped into each other, we began kissing, which led to fucking. Her every curve sent my arousal into overload. I couldn’t get enough. My desire would be far fucking scarier if Lula didn’t suffer from the same affliction.
We eventually got up for a snack around midnight. Eating strawberries in the dark, we looked over the security cameras. This time, when we climbed into bed, we finally dropped off to sleep.
Two hours later, I woke to find Lula crying quietly next to me. I glued my body to her back and held her while she worked through her fears. She was half asleep, mumbling about the men touching her and feeling helpless. I heard Cher’s name. She said something about Dillon.
I kept my cool like I had when Nova came with me to Baton Rouge. My sister was mourning our mom and feeling guilty over taking the girls away from their father. I wanted to make her see how Chris was a piece of shit, and she shouldn’t feel bad. But I remembered how many people told me to silence my feelings as a kid. So, I just held Nova and let her work through her emotions.
Eventually, Lula’s crying quieted. We rested for a little bit longer before I felt her doze off.
In the morning, she woke me with a kiss and a loving dick stroke. I’d never spent the night with a woman. Trust didn’t come easily for me. As Lula woke me in the best way possible, I was relieved my first morning fuck was with a woman I planned to keep.
We finally peeled ourselves apart just before dawn to get ready for Dillon’s morning routine. Dressed in my new clothes, Ifollowed Lula to the kitchen, where she made coffee and worked on omelets.
Dillon got up without any prodding. She walked into the kitchen, already dressed in black leggings, a long orange shirt, a spiffy plaid jacket, and black slip-on shoes. Her hair was pulled back with a headband. She looked stylish and preppy.
“I have a test today,” Dillon told me as she looked over her tablet. “I also have debate club this afternoon. Don’t bother me.”
I grinned at her snippiness. “Tonight, at dinner, I plan to grill you like you grilled me last night.”
Dillon shared my smile. “Okay, but don’t expect to rattle me. I’m the spawn of an evil time-traveling witch. Nothing can break my concentration.”
Lula chuckled at the stove before setting a plate in front of Dillon. I joined her at the counter, pouring us coffee.
“How do you feel this morning?” Lula asked and kissed my throat. “Are you missing Baton Rouge?”
“Not the place, just the people.”
Despite needing to study, Dillon piped up with, “When do we get to meet your sister and the little girls?”
