The Love of Lies

Insecure

*MATURE CONTENT 18+*

Ashton’s POV

In the past few weeks, Cori and I have become closer. To outsiders, we seem like a full-fledged married couple, and I swear that I couldn’t be happier.

I come home to a home cooked meal, a woman who listens to me rant about my day without complaint, and most importantly, I get to spend time just getting to know more about who I'm expecting children with.

We know the gender of the twins now; and since finding out that it's a boy and a girl, Cori's been being spoiled, not just by me, but by my parents as well.

“Babe, just try it on,” I coax, gently nudging her side.

Since the babies started moving, she’s been wincing and looks a lot more uncomfortable overall. Also, the way she holds her belly scares me enough to have researched things to help her with their weight.

“Ashton, this is going to look ridiculous on me.”

“So what? Just put it on and see if you like it. There’s no reason for you to walk around uncomfortable all day; I told you that I don’t like to see you like that.” Cori is easy to guilt, not really a terrible thing, but it’s something I need to teach her to ignore, specifically because she’ll be a mother soon.

“Fine; help me put it on.” I oblige, doing my best to hide my erection because the belly band I bought for her looks a little bondage like, and oddly enough, I like it.

“How does it feel?” I didn't mean for my voice to sound husky or seductive, but I'm imagining bending the woman over and using the band as handles to drive myself into her.

I'm not going to do that anytime soon, but after she gives birth, I plan to take her in every way possible.

“It feels good,” Cori replies, rubbing her belly with a smile. “I’m surprised it fits.”

“Babe, you're not that big.” The woman glares at me, making me chuckle. “What I mean is that it’s only your stomach that’s grown.” That’s not exactly true, Cori’s ass is definitely bigger, and I’m sure her breasts have gone up a cup size or two. “I bought something else for you as well.”

I open another box and pull out a pillow for side sleeping while pregnant. Cori recognizes it immediately, and she rewards me with a happy kiss and hug.

She has one already, but I just so happened to be working on a file late into the night when she woke up to flip it. She did that so many times that I immediately abandoned my work and started to search for one that won't go flat midway through the night.

“Ashton, this brand is expensive. How many did you buy?” The woman points at the box the pillow came in, and with a sly smirk, I pull out another pillow, one that’s shaped like a triangle. “What’s that one for?”

The pillows online description says that it helps pregnant women sleep on their back, but I have another use for it.

“Take off your clothes and I’ll show you.” s*x between Cori and I is always this spontaneous, but after seeing her doctor last week, I learned that her s*x drive won’t stay the way it is now.

Eventually we’ll have a dry period, so while Cori is willing, I want to take all I can get.

I watch the woman as she slowly gets undressed, happy that we’ve already showered because I plan to get real nasty tonight.

“Looks like someone took you out today,” I whisper, pulling off my boxers as I approach.

Like I said, everyone's been pampering Cori, and she definitely visited a spa of some sort. My guess is that either my mother took her, or Julia, but either way, I’m grateful.

“Do you like it?”

“I need to take a closer look.” I kiss Cori down into the mattress and allow her to position herself well before I dip my face between her legs.

I love going down on my girl, specifically because she’s so sensitive that it doesn’t take long to make her lose control, and when she gets wet, it makes things much more fun for both of us.

“Ashton, stop.” I listen, and pull my face away, not wanting to make Cori scream too much because the last time I did that, she had trouble sleeping. She said that her stomach muscles hurt, and after looking it up, and asking her doctor, I was advised to ‘keep her climaxes down to a minimum.’

Wanting to give Cori time to wind down before I push my d*ck inside of her, I plant gentle kisses all over her body.

It won’t take me long to c*m, in fact, I’ve turned into a bit of a minute man with Cori, likely because I’m only sleeping with her, and because she's still very, very tight.

“These have gotten bigger too,” I say to the woman, kissing her hard n*pple before taking it into my mouth.

She makes a whimpering sound, one that’s out of place for the moment, but just as I look to see what her expression is, a sweet taste invades my mouth, and I pull away from the woman, scaring her enough to make her sit up.

“What?!” Cori asks, covering herself in shame because she clearly thinks she's the problem.

“I-I tasted something.”

“What do you mean? I showered not too long ago.” Cori subtly tries to sniff her armpit while I just shake my head to let her know that funk isn't what I tasted.

“I mean… I think there’s something in them.” Cori’s face goes flat before she starts laughing so loudly that I'm slightly offended.

However, I just sit, unmoving because I’ve only seen her have a laughing fit once before, and while I don’t appreciate her laughing at me, I love to see her this way; it doesn’t hurt that she’s naked.

“Ashton, I’m pregnant. You probably tasted my colostrum.”

“What the f*ck is that?”

“It's breastmilk!” I know my expression gave away my disgust, and that somehow makes Cori laugh even louder. “How is that any more gross than what you were just doing?"

"It's just different. That…" I point at the woman's breast accusingly. "That's too much like bodily fluids." Again, Cori breaks into laughter, wiping the sides of her eyes periodically. "How is this funny to you?" I'm actually a little grossed out that I just drank Cori's breastmilk, specifically because it was sweet, and I didn't hate it.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. I realize this is new territory for both of us, and if it makes you feel any better, I can taste your bodily fluids." Cori gives me a look that puts me right back in the mood, eager to feel her lips around my shaft.

She's gotten a lot better at giving me head, a whole lot better, and the last time she did it, I came when I really wasn't even trying to.

I pulled her face away then, not wanting to assume she was willing to taste that part of me, but just now, she volunteered, and I can't deny a pregnant woman her wish.

"Sh*t that feels good." Cori's already on her knees, taking me into her mouth inch by inch, and I love every second of it. "Can you do the thing I like?"

Cori hums before she strongly sucks on the tip of my d*ck and pulls away with a popping sound. I don't know what prompted her to try that the first time, but I swear I can't get enough.

"Babe…"

"Mmhmmm." Cori knows that I'm warning her. She can probably see it in the way my toes are beginning to curl, and feel it in the way I'm fisting her hair.

She begins to use her hands, knowing that I'm close.

I'm struggling to hold on, wanting to make this feeling last, but Cori takes me deeper into her mouth than ever before, and I practically whimper from the release of the building pressure within me.

"That wasn't so bad." I can't even talk right now.

I'm just sitting on the side of the bed with my legs hanging over and my body thrown back, completely satisfied with how great that felt.

Cori gets up, goes to the restroom, and comes back, picking up her clothes because apparently, she thinks we're done.

Cori’s POV

Ashton is extremely good in bed, at least that’s what my inexperience tells me. I’ve gone online and read things, practiced things in private, and tested it out on him, and still, he always makes me feel like I’m not doing enough.

I thought we were done, but the man had other plans, and I now know why he bought that other pillow, although I’m sure that’s not what it’s made for.

“You look beautiful,” Ashton teases, kissing the side of my very sweaty, and likely very flushed face.

“Well, you’ve had a lot of practice in getting people to look like this,” I reply, not meaning for my words to sound accusatory, but Ashton sits up and pulls my shoulder so that I can look at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I study Ashton’s face, not understanding why he looks so serious, but I don’t know him to be a sensitive man, so I know something’s wrong.

“You- Didn’t you like… Ashton, I’m not the only woman you’ve been with.”

“Okay, so do you think that means everything I do for you is something I would do for anyone?” I did not say that, nor did I imply it, and right now, it kind of sounds like Ashton is picking a fight with me, one I won’t stick around and entertain. “Where are you going?”

I don’t even bother replying, I simply go into the restroom, rinse my body off, put on my pajamas, and leave.

Ashton’s POV

“Cori… Come back. I’m sorry, okay?” I remembered far too late that Cori has no relationship experience, and she was likely just stating the facts as she saw them.

I don’t even know why I reacted the way I did, but at that moment, I did not want to fall asleep with Cori thinking that she’s just like any other woman I’ve been with.

“Ashton, in my life, I’ve learned that when a man starts an argument out of nothing, it’s usually an indication that they’re looking for a reason to become angry. Whatever you want to do, whatever it is that’s bothering you, please just do it and leave me alone.”

“Really Cori, stop comparing me to your father. I wasn’t trying to start a fight with you. I was scared because I thought you were accusing me of something.”

“Okay.” Cori’s saying that, but she curls up on the couch, letting me know that she has no plans to return to our bed.

“Babe please. We were doing so well.”

“And we’re still doing well. I just want to sleep out here tonight, okay?”

“No; it’s not okay. You’re pregnant, and if anyone deserves to sleep on the couch, it’s me.” Cori looks at me in a weird way, probably confused. “Please come back to bed.”

“Ashton, for the sake of peace, can you just let me sleep here?”

“This isn’t peace, Cori. This is running away from a non-issue. Right now, we’re supposed to be cuddled in bed.”

“Ashton, I mean it. I don’t want to argue. If you're unhappy, don’t hold it in until it randomly slips out.”

“I won’t and don’t, and I’m not angry. It’s just that every single day I’m scared because everything’s so perfect between us that it feels fake.” I’ve never confessed that feeling to Cori, but truthfully, for as much as she’s jaded, I’m insecure. “Now, please come back.”

“I really hope that’s true,” she calmly whispers.