8. Wake Up Alone #2
Lola touched her hand to her tummy. I felt a twinge of guilt in my chest. I’d still left things remarkably ambiguous between the two of us. Neither of us wanted to bring a child into the world with this kind of confusion.
Once we were in my bedroom, Lola grabbed my hand squeezed. I could tell she was struggling to say what she wanted to say.
“What is it?”
Lola lowered her eyes and then whispered, “I just want things to work out between us Mark.”
“I do too.”
Lola nodded, but she still didn’t come off as less nervous. I kissed her forehead.
“Is everything alright Lola?”
“Just kiss me Mark.”
I obliged. How could I say no to her? I moved in to kiss Lola. Her soft, perfect lips touched mine and I could feel the tension from her body melting as we held each other close. Lola rested her head on my shoulder and just squeezed me.
“Everything will be alright,” I promised her.
I couldn’t tell what was on her mind, but I felt I could promise her that much. No matter what happened, I was committed to a positive outcome for her. For us. For our baby.
I pulled Lola close and kissed her. She pulled away from me and then looked into my eyes.
“Why is it so hard for me to think things will be okay?” She asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Just don’t leave me to deal with this alone Mark. Please…”
“I won’t leave you,” I whispered.
Lola pressed her lips to mine and then her hand cupped my package outside my pants. She gripped my hardness and then looked at me with that mischievous look in her eye.
“Don’t hesitate,” I encouraged her.
Lola dropped to her knees before me.
“The door’s locked right?”
I chuckled, “Of course it’s locked. Neither of us want to traumatize the kids… trust me…”
Lola began to get to work on my belt buckle and zipper. She undid both of them and then removed my boxers, stripping them to the ground. My dick stood at half mast as Lola used her hands to stroke me to attention. I groaned as she started to pump my cock to full attention.
Lola wrapped her lips around the tip of my hardness and began to focus her attention on the head. I groaned as her tongue and lips passed over my dick head and she began to suck me off with increased pressure. Lola focused on the head and began to give a wetter and wetter blowjob.
My cock was throbbing with anticipation.
Lola began to slide her tongue up and down the shaft of my hardness.
Her tongue slipped along my length adding even more wetness to her messy blowjob.
As my hot man meat penetrated her mouth, she started moaning with pleasure.
Lola loved giving good head almost as much as I loved getting it.
She returned her lips to my dick head and then slid the entire length of my hardness down her throat.
I let out a loud groan as she deep throated my dick.
Lola kept my cock buried down her throat and then started to bob her head.
I grunted as she took me deeper and started to furiously gobble on my hardness.
“Yes… Take it babe…”
Lola started moving her head nice and slow with tight suction.
I could feel my member growing even more turgid and I craved pulling her off my dick and shoving all ten inches deep inside her.
Lola never tired as she continued to suck me off.
As the blowjob got wetter and wetter my cock and balls were soaked in her spit.
My cock stiffened and I could feel my desire to cum mounting.
I pulled Lola off my cock and stripped her down to nothing. I guided her to the bed and lay her on her tummy. Lola’s big ass looked perfect. A part of me wanted to slide my dick into her asshole but it was her turn to receive pleasure and I wanted desperately to take her from behind.
With her belly pressed into the bed I spread her ass cheeks and began to slide my dick into her wetness. Lola’s pussy was practically gushing. Like I said, she loved giving good head and she had the slick pussy to show it.
As my dick started to penetrate her tightness, Lola let out a loud moan. Her high-pitched moan drove my dick to stand even more at attention. I squeezed Lola’s ass cheeks and slid the rest of my cock inside her. She squealed as all ten inches buried deep inside her wetness.
“Ohhhh,” She cried out.
I squeezed Lola’s ass cheeks and started pounding into her, pressing her chest into the bed with each hard stroke. With each stroke, I could feel myself getting closer to climax. Lola cried out loudly the deeper I buried my dick inside her wetness.
I began to ram into her harder as a thin layer of sweat built up between us. The fresh, scent of her juicy pussy drove me wild and I began to plunge into her hard. Lola cried out again.
“I’m close! Baby I’m close!” She squealed.
I began to pound her harder and then Lola exploded with pleasure.
As she came, I felt her pussy gripping my dick like a vice.
I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I groaned and released inside her.
Lola moaned again as she felt my cum squirting inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, our bodies pressing into each other.
Lola’s soft body lay in stark contrast to my hard muscled body. I loved that about her. Every inch of her was covered in soft, plush curves.
“Mmm,” She mumbled, “That was amazing baby.”
I removed my cock from her wetness and rolled over. It was amazing. Of course it was. I don’t mean to brag, but I knew how to use every bit of those 10 inches God gave me. My dick was my magic stick and I could make Lola or any woman scream just as much as I wanted to.
She rolled over onto her back and then turned to me.
“I know it’s a bad time but… I want answers Mark.”
“I know you do.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“No. But… I don’t know what to say right now.”
Lola sighed, “I think I need to take some space again. Until you figure it out.”
“Fine by me. As long as you’re sure we’ll come back together afterwards.”
Lola nodded, “I think we will. Unless you screw up.”
“Very funny.”
“Just being honest,” She continued.
“Fine,” I replied, “Be honest. But I promise you Lola, I’ll find a way to make you feel secure with me. I promise.”
“I know… But I still need space. Just to be sure.”
I turned to her and kissed her on the nose. I stared into her grey eyes and prayed to the heavens that I could find a way not to disappoint her. The truth was, I loved Lola Hopkins. I was in love with her. And I didn’t want to screw that up. Not anymore.
Lola wanted reassurance. And we both needed time.
There was still the matter of Rose and jail.
Her family had posted bail, but thanks to the restraining order, she’d been made to leave town.
Her trial was set for a couple of months out.
I tried not to let the kids know too much about what was happening.
I was almost certain they’d figured out quite a bit on their own, but I had no intention of telling them any more than it was absolutely necessary that they know.
Cops had gone over to Rose’s place to collect their things and so now my kids were mine — no nasty custody battle.
Despite the lack of a custody battle, things weren’t easy.
The full time job of raising two kids had never been mine.
I could handle a hospital, but parenting wasn’t nearly as predictable as my clinic.
Systems didn’t work and kids were always going to throw you curve balls that you may or may not have the ability to handle.
Preston and Poppy seemed to be doing better in school with the move, and that brought me some joy. Their teachers complained less of antisocial behavior and applauded their hard work. Funny how you could find time to work harder when you weren’t being lambasted all the time.
I was happier too. While adjusting to the stress of the move had been initially difficult, I’d always wanted to be a part of my kids’ lives.
I’d never thought that I’d really get the chance.
Lola was just the icing on the cake, except for the fact that I was pretty sure she wanted more from me than I’d given her.
Taking space was going well enough but I missed her. I missed her wide smile, her cute broad nose, her brilliant grey eyes and her talent for making me feel better after a bitch of a bad day at work. Lola had been a constant in my life — even before we’d committed to each other.
While we’d come a long way, I still knew that my commitment wasn’t enough. She was pregnant and she wanted to be sure that she’d have me by her side. I had only one choice. But that choice would have to be a leap of faith and I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to take one.
An uncharacteristically warm long weekend rolled around and the kids were lolling about, invigorated by their day off from school.
On Saturday, they played soccer all day.
On Sunday, I took them to the science museum and afterwards, I took them to the gift shop and spoiled them rotten.
Carrying their gift bags filled with cool toys, science experiments and assorted trinkets, I herded my young ones to the car and then drove them to the park.
As they sprinted around the park at top speed, I sat back on the bench and whipped out my phone to reply to some work emails. My receptionist had done a great job of cutting back my weekend work, but there were still important emails sitting at the top of my inbox that I had yet to handle.
Once I’d taken care of the most important inquiries, I took a look at the photos on my phone.
There were so many photos of Preston and Poppy playing together that forced me to crack a smile.
Then I got into pictures of Lola. My heart stopped for an instant when I came upon the first picture.
She was wearing a royal blue dress that hugged her curves perfectly.
The cheerful smile in the picture reminded me why I loved her so much.