The Love of Lies

Helped

MATURE CONTENT 18+

Ashton’s POV

I’ve spent the last ten minutes standing outside of Cori’s room, wondering if I should knock or just walk inside.

I know that she won’t buy s*x toys for herself, and I’m definitely not going to do it for her, so the next best thing is offering her my body as a ‘compromise.’

I would be lying if I said that I didn’t want to have s*x with the woman again, and truthfully, I haven’t been with anyone since I was with her.

The first few weeks of celibacy was because I was too busy trying to find her, and the weeks after were a combination of work commitments and depression over the fact that I thought she had a boyfriend.

Then, when I found her, I honestly couldn’t bring myself to sleep with anyone, angry because I thought the woman was trying to extort my family for money.

Fast forward nearly three months after our first and only s****l encounter, and its well past the period that I’m used to going without it.

Basically, Cori needs s*x, and so do I, so we might as well do it with each other.

I build the courage to knock on the woman’s door, and because she didn’t answer, I assume she fell asleep, but I decide to take a peek, just in case she’s wearing a headset or something.

She’s still in the shower, mumbling something that I can’t quite make out, but I’m almost positive that I heard something about a name.

When the water stops, I become so nervous that I can feel my heart beating in my temples, and when Cori comes out of the shower, I’m immediately taken by how beautiful she is.

I’ve seen her with wet hair, but it was, as usual, in a braid. This time, she has it loose around her face, and without even noticing me standing in the room, she picks up a random hair tie and packs it at the top of her head.

I clear my throat, wanting to alert the woman to my presence, something I probably should have done sooner because she jumps so hard that she almost falls.

“Sh*t Cori, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you doing in here? I’m not dressed.” Cori’s statement makes my eyes travel up and down her body, noting how little her towel covers. “Did you need something?” She continues, struggling to keep her modesty.

“I’m here to help you.”

“Shower?” Remembering why I came, I step closer to Cori, closing the distance between us to almost nothing. “Ashton?”

“Shh… I’m here to follow the Doctor's orders.” I gently take the woman’s hand, pulling her toward the bed before I try to remove her towel, but she keeps a tight grip on it.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” I’m a little confused by Cori’s words because the first time we were together, she wasn’t shy at all.

“I’ve seen everything before.”

“But I was drunk.” If that’s the reason Cori had s*x with me, then I really stole a special moment from her, and I don’t like that.

If she was drunk enough to not feel embarrassed about being naked in front of me, it means that cognitively, she was not herself, something that doesn’t sit right with me because as a result of that coupling, we are now expecting a child together.

I won’t force her to have s*x with me, but I’m a man, and I'm attracted to her, so I lean in for a kiss, resolved to settle for just that until our lips actually touch.

I thought that she would pull away, in fact, I kind of expected her to, but instead, she closed her eyes, allowing me to wrap my arms around her body as our lips gently massage each other's.

She’s not a very skilled kisser, so I slow things down, hoping to walk her through it without words, and when I feel that she’s developing a rhythm, I deepen the passion.

At some point, I removed my shirt, and Cori and I ended up on the bed. Her grip on her towel has loosened, allowing me to gently open it up as I kiss the woman’s neck, absolutely loving the small moans she’s making while my tongue travels from her collarbone to her erect n*pple.

Cori is still extremely responsive to my touch, so a chill goes down her back as I draw circles on her breast with my tongue, allowing it to trail down to her navel before settling in between her legs.

“Ashton… What are you…” Cori’s back arches off the bed in pleasure, and the darting wiggle of my tongue brings her to her peak within seconds of contact.

I wasn’t expecting that, so when Cori’s body began to shake and squirm as she begged me to stop, I listened, not sure if it’s good for me to overwhelm her. If she weren’t pregnant, I would have continued until she had no energy to pull away from me, but this wasn’t about prolonging pleasure.

Cori needed a release, and I gave it to her.

I kiss the woman’s stomach, not meaning for my action to seem sweet, but once I remember that she’s growing my child within her, that’s what it becomes, and I’m almost certain that she felt it too.

“Get some sleep, okay?” I try to climb off the bed, ready to remedy my ‘problem’ in the shower by myself, but Cori gently wraps a hand around my wrist, looking at me with a mixture of fear and something else in her eyes.

“What about you?” She questions, and without words I get back in the bed, slowly removing my pajama bottoms as Cori sits up on her knees.

She looks nervous, almost uncertain, and because I don’t want to come off as an as*hole right now, I question what I think I already know.

“Have you done this before?”

“No,” Cori replies, still looking at my very erect d*ck as though she’s waiting for permission to touch it.

“But you know what to do, right?” Again, that was a dumb question, but Cori is making me anxious, so I didn’t know what else to say. “Come here,” I add, using my hand to cup the back of Cori’s neck as I pull her in for a kiss.

If I’m lucky, she’ll go down on me without me having to guide her head in the right direction, and when I pull our lips apart and sit back, Cori does just that.

I watch her slowly open her mouth and wrap it around my c*ck, and after a few painful run ins with her teeth, she gets the hang of it, albeit she’s not very good.

I grab Cori’s bun, using it to gently push her head further down my shaft, and she gets the idea, taking more of me with each passing motion, until I feel like it’s time for me to stop her.

I don’t want to feed Cori my c*m because I don’t know if it will ‘weird her out’ the way the cherry tomatoes did, but I have no intention to suffer the rest of the night tending to myself.

“Cori,” I say, my voice coming off as a strained whisper. I kiss the woman, cupping her breast as we both get into the kneeling position on the bed. “Let me give you what we really need.” Cori’s hair is in a bun, so I set it free, loving the way her honey blonde curls frame her face.

I lift the woman, forcing out a small gasp as her legs wrap around my waist. I can feel the hot wetness of her p*ssy, and as slowly as possible, I set the woman on her back, still kissing her as I line myself up for entry.

“Please go slow,” she breathes out, likely afraid that I’ll do what I did to her the first time we were together, but I know better now.

I push against the woman, feeling her muscles clench as my d*ck throbs in pleasure.

“You’re so f*cking tight.” Cori nods, likely because she doesn’t know how to respond, and unable to control myself, I push deeper inside, causing her lips to part. “Are you okay?” I whisper, still moving in and out of the woman as I wait for her response.

“Yes.” There’s a breathiness to Cori’s response that so f*cking sexy that it sends a chill straight to my c*ck.

“Fff*ccckkk,” I hiss, releasing myself into the woman who softly moans as I fill her up.

I’ve finished, but I’m not ‘done’ so I continue to kiss the woman until I’m hard again, knowing that I don’t plan to move as slowly.

Cori seems surprised when I start moving again, but she doesn’t seem to want me to stop.

I move faster and faster, drawing louder noises from the woman whose belly is still flat enough to fold her legs back.

Once she’s nice, nimble, and relaxed, I pull out, making her look at me in shock as I gently tap her thigh, indicating that I want her to turn around.

Cori has a phenomenal ass, so I take a few seconds to admire and knead it before I enter her from behind, glad that her back didn’t arch up like an angry kitten.

The doctor said that everything is okay as long as she’s not in any pain, so I f*ck Cori at a normal pace, picking up speed again when I notice that her hands are gripping the sheets.

I reach around her body, tickling her tiny pearl as I continuously enter her, and again, Cori starts begging me, telling me that it’s too much until she tries to pull away from my d*ck, an absolute no-no.

I grip her hips tightly, pumping inside of her with enough force to make her ass cheeks jiggle. We’re both sweating from the heat of the moment, and it’s obvious that neither of us want it to end.

It’s only when Cori’s body begins to flatten that I let up on her, and because I don’t want her to put too much pressure on her stomach, I quickly move a pillow under her hips, not expecting the slightly changed position to feel better to the woman.

The room becomes filled with the sound of grunts, moans, and the slapping of skin against skin, an erotic melody that helps to push me to my very end.

I melt into the girl, pushing through my orgasm with a few slow and deep thrusts that make me resent not having been able to experience this sensation during all the time that she was gone.

I plop on the bed next to the woman, softly rubbing one of her ass cheeks as I make myself comfortable. She hasn’t moved, and based on her satisfied breathing pattern, I can tell that she doesn’t want to, so I help her by pulling her into my chest.

I move the woman’s hair to the side, kissing her ear and neck, making her shiver again.

We lay there, spooning in relative silence until she stirs, turning her body to face me as she tries to use the tangled sheets around us to cover her chest.

“Ashton,” she whispers, looking at me with a heaviness that almost makes me sad. “I’m pregnant.” I don’t know what Cori is doing, but I’m assuming that this conversation is her version of starting over.

“Do you want to keep it?” I ask, following the woman’s lead.

"I do now," she replies, wearing an unreadable expression.

“Then let me help you.”

“How?” She asks, actually looking to me for a sincere answer.

“Move in with me and let me take care of you.” Cori gives me a warm smile before wiggling closer to me.

“Thank you,” she whispers.