IN HER FULL GLORY

FREDMON

I turned endlessly on my bed, regretting why I had made the decision to come back to my family.

I hated them. I didn't need them. I was doing well in Europe. They appreciate my music. I had a comfortable life, and I slept well.

I was this close to booking a flight for the next morning, but Lola was here. 

Lola Coogan was here. I knew she was here, but I thought I'd be able to ignore whatever feelings I had left for her.

I exhaled heavily, my gaze hovering against the darkness in front of me.

Drawing up the duvet over my head, I curled myself into a ball and remained still under it. I wish I could crack my head open and pull out that part of my brain that had refused to forget Lola.

I was still silently fighting my thoughts when I heard Eddy's voice, deep and persistent like the trouble he represents.

Lola?

That was my first thought as I jumped off my bed. Struggling through my pajamas in the dark, I hurried out of my room.

As much as I wanted to reach whatever was happening downstairs on time, I tried as much as possible not to run. 

I had chosen to sleep in one of the rooms on the highest floor - far from the bunch that call me family.

Descending the stairs was hectic, especially with how impatient and restless I had become.

As soon as I descended the stairs that opened to the floor of Lola's room with Eddy, I heard hurried footsteps coming up.

Lola 

She was crying. With her face glazed fine with pain and sweat, she did not see me.

I wanted to call out her name. I wanted to grab her back to myself, look into her eyes and tell her how much I still hated to see her cry.

But instead, I watched her walk across me and towards the bedroom door.

I glanced towards the steps she had just walked up, no one was coming.

She was a second to turning the knob of the door when I dashed towards her and held her wrist.

Her body felt cold, too cold, I got scared. I waited for her to say. She didn't look.

I heard her sniffle like she was going to say something, but that was it, like the words had suddenly become heavy against her tongue.

I wondered what happened downstairs.

Maybe I should let her go. She is married now, and Eddy could show up in front of us anytime. That would only put her in trouble.

But my fingers tightened around her wrist, silently asking the question my lips had refused to ask.

Suddenly, her body slipped and thank goodness, I was in time to catch her from the ground.

My fingers were firm around her body, my thumb nudging the swell of her breast. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about the incident at the Hargrove Gala.

I swallowed on my thoughts, but they came back as fast because Lola was looking at me now.

Her eyes were heavy with surprise, then another emotion that I know very well but was too scared to acknowledge.

Desire?

Was she drunk?

I watched her expression change - slowly, surely, to something more relaxed. If I didn't know better, I'd have sworn she had just come up from a party.

"It's you," she said, a wide smile crossed her lips, stretching through her face.

I swallowed, helping her up to her feet. My hands lingered on her body for an embarrassing extra few seconds, before I finally pulled away.

She moved before I could stop her, before I could remind her of the implication of whatever she was thinking.

I felt her arms wrap around my neck, her tongue making its way through my lips, and then, we were sucking on each other - deprived, hungry, impatient, merciless.

Then her hands were all over me, then her mouth, and her voice - my neck, my ears, my arms. She was pleading like she always would do whenever she needed me to go down hard.

"You don't want to do this," I murmured in an effort to hide just how much I have missed having Lola in bed, how much I have missed running my fingers through her hair while I kiss her till she is almost out of breadth.

I don't know if that was what she wanted, but the fire in my heart had overtaken my thoughts. 

Suddenly, she broke away from me and then, she looked me in the eye. 

That was all it took - that desire that met my eyes through hers, like we were all she wanted, and she didn't care about whatever had happened to us in the past or the consequences of what we were about to do.

My balls were heavy between my ties and my gun hardened in front like a banner of sin.

A thousand and one thoughts ran through my head, and I wondered if she was thinking the same.

Our mouths clashed against each other. This time, fiercer, hungrier, and more than willing to go all the way.

I clicked the door open, and led us inside the room, my desires way ahead of my fears.

It was a big room. Simple decorations. Well ventilated. Surprisingly comfortable.

I knew very well that Lola was married to Eddy, and we were right inside their matrimonial room.

She was gripping my shirt tight around the waist, but my soft grab of her cheeks were beginning to loosen.

It was barely one second of cautiousness before Lola pushed me onto the bed. I landed with a soft thud, my body bouncing back and forth before finally settling.

The sheets smelled like coffee with an underlayer of fading rose.

I watched her peel the night dress of her body relentlessly like they never belonged on her body.

The material dropped silently onto the floor at the same time my heart beat increased, thumping heavily against my chest at the sight before me.

Lola, in her full glory.

Her full plump skin glowed in the low light like a show for the moment. 

Her curves were still intact, swaying into the right areas like the fine brush strokes. 

Her br*asts were enormous and covered her entire chest - I missed burying my face under them after a stressful day.  

I had never seen anything as beautiful.

I wanted to hold her, taste her lips again, pull her legs apart and drive into her, remind her of how much she had missed.

I propped myself up with my elbows digging into the mattress.

My eyes followed her body as she continued to walk towards me.

I was too impatient, my swelling threatening to burst out of my pants, but Lola likes to take her time.

Legs astride my body, she continued to unbuckle my belt with a clatter.

I was breathing hard, my fingers trembling against her thighs, my mind blank to every other thing but the woman in front of me.

Then, a knock thundered through the silence.