When Do I Tell Him I'm Not On The Pill?

When do I tell him I'm not on the pill?

Do I tell him when he invites me in for ‘coffee’?

Do I tell him as we kiss urgently on the sofa?

Do I tell him as I feel his hardness through his jeans?

Or do I tell him when he slips a finger in my pants and starts to stroke my wet pussy?

Do I tell him when we remove each other’s clothes?

Do I tell him as I take his bare cock in my hand?

Do I tell him as he gently nibbles my neck?

Or do I tell him as I feel the tip of his cock against my clit?

Do I tell him when he holds me close?

Do I tell him when he thrusts inside me?

Do I tell him as I start to moan?

Or do I tell him when he starts pounding harder, deeper, faster?

Do I tell him when I’m getting close?

Do I tell him when I feel him tense?

Do I tell him when I’m starting to cum?

Or do I tell him after, when I’m full of his hot cum?

Do I tell him when I’m late?

Do I tell him when my breasts swell up?

Do I tell him when I start to show?

Or do I tell him, nine months later, when I’m lying on a hospital bed, wracked with pain, holding my swollen belly, as our baby makes it’s way into the world…