Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102079 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
In return, Matt’s face twisted with intensity as he leaned forward with his hands on either side of my head and pushed into me a little more.
It hurt.
I knew that it would, but I thought he’d slide in a little easier, and the pain would be all mine. However, the look on his face resembled the grimace I got when I put on a new pair of pantyhose that hadn’t been stretched out yet.
“Does it hurt?” Matt asked.
I shook my head, holding my breath.
He pushed a little more, and I hissed.
“Sarah”—he frowned—“I’ll stop.”
“No! Just …” I swallowed hard. “Move a little.”
“Are you sure?” Sweat beaded along his brow like it was killing him, but it might have been our body heat in close quarters.
I nodded quickly.
He moved in tiny increments. I’m not sure he had even half of his erection inside of me. But it was plenty.
“Yes,” I said, and that seemed to make him move a little faster and a little deeper, but not too deep. “Yes, yes …” I continued to chant because I was certain that’s what women said in the throes of passion.
“Oh God, Sarah …” Matt’s harsh breaths quickened as the tiny motions of his hips became more erratic.
And then, it was over.
More than half the girls in our graduating class would have killed to have Matt Cory’s penis inside of them. But I was the lucky recipient, and I hated it.
I. Hated. Sex.
How was I supposed to write love songs, sexy love songs, if I hated sex?
Why was the clitoris so far away from the entrance for the penis?
Nothing made sense. There were nearly five billion people on the planet. That meant billions of couples did it. But why?
“I love you.” He kissed me between breaths. “I’m never going to forget you.” He deposited kisses all over my face.
It was sweet. I loved him too.
I loved holding his hand.
I loved kissing him.
I even loved the feel of his erection pressed between my legs with our underwear still on.
But I did not love sex.
However, I needed to hear him say that he would never forget me. That meant that he knew it was just sex. We were breaking up. He would go to Michigan (never forgetting me), and I would go to Nashville.
“This meant everything to me,” he declared with urgency as he continued to kiss me while holding himself up on his forearms. His condom-covered, deflated penis brushed my inner thigh, and the end of it felt warm and squishy. “Maybe fate will bring us back together someday.” He smirked as if his performance ruined me for any other man, so my only choice would be to marry him.
Marriage meant family.
Family meant sex.
Nope. I was not marrying him or anyone.
Matt opened the door and sat on the edge of the seat with his back to me while he removed the condom. I reached for my underwear and slipped them back on before hugging my knees to my chest.
I couldn’t believe it. I knew the first time wouldn’t be Disneyland, but I at least expected Six Flags. Instead, I got a cheap, small-town carnival where the ride broke, and I was stuck upside down for twenty minutes.
Matt lasted more like five, but who was I to point fingers?
Maybe it was God. What if wedding night sex was better? Perhaps God only allowed it to be good after marriage. But could I risk marrying Matt and it not be any better? Was I a sinner doomed to bad sex for eternity?
“I’m starving,” Matt said, pulling his shirt over his head as he stood with the door open. “You don’t have to be home for another hour. Do you want to go to McDonalds? I could use a burger and fries, but if you’re not hungry, you could just get a Coke or an ice cream cone.”
I sat up, fixed my dress, and pulled on my boots. “Uh, sure.”
“Everything okay?”
“Fine. Great. Yeah.” I smiled with a brave inhale.
Matt nodded before closing my door and jogging around the front of his car to hop into his seat. When he put it in Reverse, he reached for my leg, giving it a squeeze. “I can’t believe we finally did it. We’re … having sex.” He grinned triumphantly and shoved it into Drive. “It’s going to make going our separate ways at the end of summer that much harder.”
Agree to disagree.
As if my night couldn’t get any worse, Isaac’s truck was at McDonald’s when we pulled into the parking lot.
“The movie must have been sold out,” Matt said. After we parked, he ran around to open my door—post-coital chivalry. He looked so handsome and proud. At least one of us was glowing.
“Thanks.” I played the part with a big smile.
We held hands on the way inside the restaurant, and Heather immediately saw us and waved. Isaac’s back was to us, but he turned and eyed me quickly before smirking at Matt like they had a secret.