This morning the bedroom was awash with light. We’d overslept, and last night we’d not thought to close the curtains. I lay in bed remembering the pleasures of last night: Logan making me a very special “tea” and then the way he painted my toenails. I can see getting my toenails painted at least once a week. Other parts of me might need painting too!

I looked over at Logan, on his back, still asleep, his cock pointing straight up. I wondered if he was dreaming about me. I couldn’t resist leaning over and taking that beautiful cock in my mouth. He awoke with a start.

“Good morning,” I said. “Were you dreaming about me?”

He blushed.

“Tell me,” I insisted.

“I don’t remember,” he said.

“Jeepers, you could have made something up.”

“Yes, I was dreaming about you!”

“Too late now, buddy boy.”

“No, seriously. I was.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“Um. Um.”

“Just as I thought.”

“No, wait. You were ... We were...”

“I’m sure we were.”

I laughed, forgiving him. After all, we can’t control our dreams.

I stroked his cock slowly. “I’ve been thinking,” I said. “You know how you said you’d paint my toenails when I get too pregnant to manage it?”

“Uh huh.” He seemed wary.

“Well, in the coming months, our sex positions might become much more limited.”

“I guess that’s probably right,” Logan agreed.

“So what I was thinking is that we should try out a lot of sex positions now. I don’t mean all of them right this instant. But to get an idea of which ones will be most comfortable. And who knows if we’ll get to try some positions later on?”

“Right, who knows?”

“But first I have to pee.”

I hurried to the bathroom. When I reentered the bedroom Logan was out of bed. His erection was still strong.

“So which position should we try first?” he asked.

Without waiting for an answer he guided me to the side of the loveseat and had me bend over. “Here’s one we don’t usually do,” he said.

I held onto the arm of the loveseat while Logan guided his cock into the slot of my sex. He didn’t actually enter—he just sort of sawed up and back, the top of his cock brushing my clit just right. I was soon so wet. So wet! I knew if he kept that up I would come soon, and I wanted to come with him inside me. “Put it in,” I said, and I reached between my legs and angled him in. I left my hand there and caressed my clit as he fucked me, and soon I had a lovely orgasm.

Logan didn’t stop fucking me. When he has to pee it’s hard for him to come. Before he was able to manage it, I had at least half a dozen more orgasms. Finally his cock earthquaked into me. Maybe because it was all feeling and no visual, but whatever it was, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed one of his orgasms more. That position gets an A plus. I wonder if we’ll be able to do it right up until baby.