Page 158 of Reverie

He acknowledges my statement with a gentle kiss.

“We still have to have a very unsexy talk about sex, baby,” he says into my flesh, pressing kisses across my cheek and down my neck.

“Uh-huh,” I say, trying not to moan. I’m in the second trimester now, and just like the doctor told me, I have the energy of three women.

And the sex drive.

I’m fucking horny right now.

“Yep,” Hunter says when I start to subtly rock against him. He slides me off his lap and places me on the bed across from him.

I try not to pout.

“Okay, H,” I say, puffing out a breath. “Have at it.”

He smiles and pulls the fallen strap of my sundress up to my shoulder.

“Do you know your limits when it comes to sex?” he asks.

And because I’m still uncomfortable talking about sex, I blush.

“I…haven’t given it much thought,” I reply. When I start to bite on my fingernail, he gently pulls my hand away from my mouth.

“Well, now is the time to think about it,” he says, sitting up straighter. His back is on the headboard, and he crosses his ankles, oh, so nonchalant.

Whereas I amverymuch chalant.

“Let’s do this,” he says. “How about I present a topic and you tell me a yes, no, or maybe.”

“Okay, sounds simple enough. Let’s do it,” I say, crossing my legs.

“First up, penetrative sex—penis in vagina,” he says. Both of my eyebrows go up and I look down at my round abdomen.

“Um, H? I hate to break it to you, but….”

He laughs, and it’s rich in a novel way. It makes me smile, my heart tumbling a bit as I take in his amusement.

“Yes, I am aware, baby.” He kisses my hand. “But it’s important to re-establish all boundaries. So I’m starting from the top before we go down the path of deviance.”

Deviance? Suddenly, I get nervous. What if there’s something that Hunter wants to do that I absolutely can’t do? What if?—

“You’re starting to spin,” Hunter says, cutting off my internal diatribe. I shake my head, giving myself a reset.

“I’m good. Okay, peen in vagina. I’m way cool with that. Next?”

After a pause where Hunter assesses me, he says, “Okay, so anal. What are your limits there?”

I hum, thinking. I’m so surprised that I love anal. Even thinking that feels so dirty, but I know that’s deep conditioning talking.

“I actually really like anal,” I mutter.

“What was that?” Hunter replies with a chuckle.

“I really like anal!” I say much louder, “Jeez, happy now?” I fold my arms over my chest in a protective posture and look away.

“Hey,” he says, his voice much softer.

I look at him again.