Still A Virgin?! by Kobby Ben (most read books txt) 📖

SERVICES OF ALDO's.

"OK, you caught me." He looked extremely mortified, making her see his boyish side.

"I didn't think for once you did it." She mocked "Thanks for hiring the best chef and bravo he did all this."

"Time for desserts." He said standing up from his chair.

"Speaking of time," she stopped him by his arm as he moved away to catch the hour on his Rolex"Eleven-thirty!" she gasped in surprise, "I have to go."

She stood up frantically snatching her purse from the table.

"Go?" he said in surprise "We haven't had desserts yet, and the wine, this time, had my hand in its selection." He said in disappointment, he knew she was running off, so she wouldn't get to spend the night.

If there was anything Danielle would have loved to do... and was scared to do, it was bursting her cherry. But tomorrow was Sunday; she needed to begin work on her article. One thing about Sunday was, if you started early, you would be in a chain of success, but when you began late, failure was inevitable. Says who? The girl stalling out of her fiancé's because she'd suddenly decided she was bursting her virginity at thirty-five (ok, not all that was true. C'mon thirty-five?! Was she insane? Who kept their virginity PAST thirty?) 

"Sorry," She apologized with a remorseful look "but I've got to go."

He stared at her for a long while, his expression vague "I will walk you to the door." he said finally.

"Thanks." She offered a faux smile dragging him to the door. "I promise we will have this another time."

"It's not like the date didn't end with all my boxes ticked." He feigned a smile.

She smiled back tip-toeing to take his lips with hers for a kiss.

Weeks since they'd kissed, but as he tasted her lips, he began to get all the rush of adrenalin he had the first time he had kissed her. He plunged his tongue deeper, circling his arms around her shoulders drawing her tight. Her mouth, with reference to taste, had no fine line between delicious and hot.

She pulled away realizing he was taking the simple kiss too far.Had he thought he was shooting one of his romantic comedies?But just like in the romantic comedies the kiss had had an overwhelming effect on her that her pulse was rocketing sky-high.

She gazed into his eyes filled with desire, "I have to go." She managed.

He wanted her to stay but he wasn't forcing her. He opened the door for her and leaned against it watching her take steps backwards out of his house with her eyes still on him.

"I had a nice time."

He nodded "Glad you did." He watched her turn away, then without thinking, but knowing he didn't  want her gone, he reached out to grab her wrist before she 

could take another step, yanking her back into the house and closing the door shut behind them.

"Alberto." Before she could protest, he captured her lips with his, she responded to the kiss in a split second and he was delighted she'd rather be with him than leave.

"I have to go." She broke away to speak with her breath rugged.

"I know." He went back sucking at her lower lip persistently.

"It's getting late." She pulled away after seconds of returning his kisses.

"I know." He nailed her hands on the door, this time, pushing his weight down on hers against the door with all his strength, forcing her to give up with the protests.

"You kiss good." She remarked between his kisses, she shook her head realizing what had come out of her lips "I meant, I have to go."

"I know." he replied back cheekily and inched his lips closer to hers again.

"I know." He grasped her thin waist and swept her off her feet into his arms "How about new surroundings?" he asked with a grin.

"Put me down." She said obstinately.

"Seriously, you want me to believe you are not interested." he grinned cockily.

"Put me down this second!" she said louder, making him get loud and clear, she wasn't into what he had in mind.

He stared at her silently for seconds. His then handsome features now dead-panned with anger he was trying to conceal.  Slowly, he let her down.She sighed in relief running out of the house without giving him a second glance.

He kicked his sofa in frustration, chiding himself partly for being a moron and hating her for not wanting to be with him.

She'd always been like this since the start of their relationship. One second she was into it, but the next she'd be running out of his house shuttiing down all communication with him for weeks.

He sank into his sofa with mixed feelings of anger and regret. Maybe he should reconsider this marriage thing. What's a fiancée who wouldn't want to to do the deed three weeks to the wedding? Plus, they'd been dating for over a year-if his records were right-and not once had he come close to getting it with her.

The door bell rang to interrupt his thoughts, and groaning inwardly, he picked himself up from the couch and sauntered to the door.

He rarely had visits if not from his P.A since this was one of his numerous houses Hollywood didn't know of. So no pop-ups from fans waiting for an autograph, or untalented actresses bludgeoning him for a role in his upcoming title with assets he'd never been fond of.

He swang the door open and was surprised to see Danni. A smile curved his lips in bewilderment.

"I am crazy," she began frenetically, "and I am so unsure of this." she sighed deeply for a dramatic pause "but I think I want to do this."  

He smiled to himself somewhat cockily, gazing at her bemused with his head tilted to a side.

"C'mon Alberto, I wish you had a lot of time to start with in the first place." she brushed past him in annoyance. "Thirty minutes, and you can't have more.".

 He pulled her back into his arms before she moved further away and plastered a sultry kiss on her lips. She pushed him off her within seconds that he fell to the couch.

"What was that for?" he asked with a surprised smile.

"Catch me if you can." She ran towards the stairs.

"If that's how you want it." She heard him say as she took the stairs hastily.

In no time he was right behind her, covering distance like an angry villain in a scary movie.

Before she could make a touch-down onto the corridor upstairs, her feet weren't on the ground. Her head wasn't either.

She threw him a look that said: At least let me get to the room before you take me in your arms.

He was supposed to be her Superman (not Spiderman, everything about spiders gave her the creeps), but now staring into his leering eyes, he felt like Octopus or- worse-the Wicked Witch of the West.

Hell, f**k the voice that convinced her to return.

In what seemed like hours of being in the arms of a beast ready to devour her, she was thrown onto his king-sized bed with his hunky body hopping onto hers.

He clasped her shoulders with his hands, parting her thighs with his.

"Wait." She pushed him off her rolling out of the bed.

"What?" he demanded in his impatience.  

These were always the sexual anti-climaxes he had with her. If he was lucky enough they would make love to each other passionately (if kissing for hours was your idea of 'making love passionately'), but when it was time for him to take her clothes off, she would resist saying she was exhausted or had to stay up at night to finish an article.First he thought she was keeping him in suspense, but now he was thinking she was practicing some strange religion that prevented any form of entry to her jay-jay.

"I...I..." she was incoherent "I need something."

"What do you need?" he asked uninterested.

"Lemonade." She improvised quickly.

She needed to plan her escape. In no way was she going to relive one of those horrifying stories where chimpanzees attacked women and abused them sexually, in no way was she giving birth to babies who were so hairy, there wouldn't be enough plasters when they went to for a wax (not that Alberto was a chimp, *swoons* he is a darling, but let's face it, he was acting a bit, uh, animalistic).

Stupid, stupid Danielle. Stupid for returning.

"Lemonade?"

"If I am doing this I need something to calm me down." She cheered herself for lying that quick skipping the part where she had to, wave her waist flirtatiously, throw her arms with pom-poms unreasonably about and make splits to add, "Unfortunately, I forgot my anti-depressants.".

"I'm not sure I have lemonade," he backed towards the door, "give me a sec."

When he was away, she looked around for the best place to escape sex with him. She rushed to the window and drew it up “Damn.” She muttered staring down at the height “Ten feet.” She shook her head disbelievingly at what she was thinking “If that will get me away from the eager monster.”

She was about to jump when a cold breeze chilled her pores that she was faced with an intense shiver throughout her body. It was only then she realized, SHE DIDN'T HAVE CLOTHES ON! "Dammit!" Alberto had tossed her outfit downstairs right before he brought her into his room, leaving no such thing as an underwear.

Without thinking, she rushed into her closet and picked up a linen long-sleeved shirt.

“Danielle?”

She dropped the shirt on the floor running out of his closet.

“What were you doing in there?”

Before she answered she snatched the glass from his hands and only found out it was tequila when she it was in her mouth, she wanted to spit out the liquor, but thought it was necessary if she really was jumping ten feet to escape. She looked up to hand back the glass realizing he was no more by her but on the bed tapping the mattress invitingly.

Think Danielle, you don’t have to do this, tell him you are a virgin and this might all be over “Alberto.” She walked to the bed with her mind made up “I am not doing this.” She saw disappointment drawn on his face “I am not doing this if I am not going to be allowed on top.”

He sighed in relief getting out of the bed and coming right in front of her to grab her hands “I know you are nervous about this, but please let me take care of the top seat.”

“No.” she shook her head obnoxiously “And I take the below seat.”

“Why do you want to be on top anyway?” he asked angrily “It’s not like you are better handling it than I am.”

She creased her brows in annoyance “What happened to not judging a book by its cover?”

He chuckled placing his hands at his sides “Okay, what experience do you have?”

“Do you think I am virgin?” she frowned deeply, actually, she was afraid to tell him she was “You want to know all I can do with your junk hopping on it, guiding it deep in me and you screaming with plea.”

He cocked a brow challengingly “Let’s see who begs for the other to stop.” They knocked knuckles and he walked to the bed.

“I need a rope or something.”

He turned to her in amazement “You are going to do me in bondage?”

“Tell me, will it be fun any other way?” she sneered “I can always go back home if you are scared.”

“Huh,” he let out indignantly “I am sure you are going to get something in my closet.”

“What do you think I was doing there earlier?”

“I will be back.” He ran out of the room.

She went back in his closet picking the shirt from the floor she ran out throwing the shirt down the window and climbing up to sit on the sill. She looked into the skies. The best way to jump a height like this was to think you will be landing without a fractured spleen, pelvic and toes. All