Page 21 of Sunday Morning

And every girl was beside herself with envy that he was my boyfriend. He bled confidence in everything he did.

But staring at me in nothing but a strapless bra and sexy underwear as I removed my pantyhose, he looked ready to crap his pants. I had no clue what I was doing. I just knew I wanted to do it.

“You’ve seen me in a swimsuit.” I nervously laughed.

He slowly shook his head. “A one-piece.”

“Are you going to do it with your clothes on?”

Matt glanced down as if he didn’t know he still had them on. Then he wriggled out of his jacket and unbuttoned his bowtie. When he reached for the top button of his shirt, I ducked my head to climb inside, straddling his lap.

“Let me.” I bit my lip, unbuttoning it.

Everything felt forced and robotic as he rested his hands at his sides.

“You can touch me,” I said with heat crawling along my skin from my chest to my face, and my hands shook while unbuttoning his shirt. “Take off my bra,” I whispered before kissing him. My voice trembled despite my efforts to feign confidence.

I wanted him to be the one taking charge or at least pretending to do it.

He fumbled my bra, failing to unhook it. A groan of frustration rumbled through his chest when he realized he couldn’t kiss me and simultaneously remove my bra. Maybe that only happened in the movies.

“Just leave it on and lie down,” he said in a clipped tone, running his hands through his hair with a long sigh. “In case we hear someone coming.”

I nodded, reaching between us to unzip his pants. His breaths came fast and heavy over my face. When I saw his erection straining against his white briefs, I lifted my gaze to him.

I wassonervous.

He leaned forward, grabbing the condom. With hands as shaky as mine, he tried to rip it open.

“Want me to try?”

He shook his head. “I’ve got it.” He pulled the round ringfrom the foil packet and held it between his fingers while releasing his erection from his briefs.

I tried not to stare, but I failed.

When I flitted my gaze to him, we stared at each other for a brief moment, and vulnerability bled from his tense expression.

If he was embarrassed, he shouldn’t have been. I had no one to compare him to, but hispartlooked big.

Big enough.

I wanted to touch it, but I didn’t know how. Heather said a man’s penis felt soft, warm, and smooth—especially the circumcised head.

Before I could make my move, he tried to roll on the condom. I don’t know if he was attempting to put it on the wrong way or what, but it snapped out of his hold, and I jumped as if it was going to bite me before it landed on the floor by the accelerator.

“Dammit!” He hissed, stretching to the side to retrieve it.

We wrinkled our noses at the fuzz and dirt stuck to it.

“Did you bring more than one?” I asked.

Matt shook his head. “I’m an idiot.” He tucked his shrinking erection into his briefs before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You could pull out.”

“No way, Sarah. This is a sign that I’m not supposed to be taking the pastor’s daughter’s virginity out of wedlock.”

“Are you mad?”

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