Part 7: Let's do it

"Javier," I gently patted him. I loved the way my mouth felt saying his name. He was the first Javier I met and something about the name always got to me. "Javier,"

"Yeah..." he murmured sleepily but pulled my face down for a kiss.

I broke away. "I'm leaving now."

"No, I haven't even had my fill of you yet." He rolled over so that he was lying on me.

"Your sleepy face is cute." I told him. He had a ruffled look of a confused baby.

"Because my sleep remedy is the cutest so it sort of rubbed off on me while I was asleep."

"Oh, come on..." I laughed. "You already got me but you're still a sweet talker."

"I got you with it so why should I stop?" He kissed my right eye. "Why should I?" he kissed my left eye before kissing my smile. "I just love it when you're happy."

"You make me happy."

"Then I'll make you happier." He stroked my lips and I heard my breath catch as I stared into his hazy, sleepy eyes.

Javier closed the distance between our faces once again and pressed his lips hard against mine. My lips parted in a silent moan and his tongue invaded my mouth, probing and stroking against mine.

Tongues were what undid me. Within a second I was kissing him back, clutching him close as though my life depended on it. I felt his hands slowly searching my body, feeling his touch at every part of my body. At that moment I would have believed he had a thousand hands, caressing hands.

He cupped my breast and I felt shivers run up my spine. His touch was raw, and my feelings were going highwire. I spread my legs beneath him and wrapped them around his waist. He started ramming into me. I could feel him, hard and strong.

The feeling of him ramming into me was all and more I wanted. It was satisfying and tempting, paving a craving deep inside me. I wasn't aware when I started but I was moaning in rhythm with his thrusts. His movements started slow and defined, before they became fast and more intense.

"Oh fuck," He swore. "Let's do it." His voice was a whisper, thick with feelings.

"Yes..." I breathed.

"Yeah..." he tagged at my pants and my eyes snapped open.

"No."

"Come on Adey..." he tried kissing me while tugging at my pants but I shifted from under him and sat a distance away.

He was immobile for a whole minute before audibly exhaling and turning to me. "What's your problem Adey?"

"Well... I..." My eyes were everywhere but his face. I was too ashamed of my earlier behavior to face him. To make it worse, I felt guilty for having led him on and giving him the idea we might actually do it when I clearly knew I wasn't going to do it.

And yes, I did have a problem, just not the one he probably had in mind.

"Tell me. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you sleeping with someone else?"

That was unexpected. "No, I'm..."

"Then what's your problem? Just decided to lead me on, turn me on and leave me hanging?" He sighed heavily. "You're not even a virgin to begin with so where exactly is the problem?"

"I'm not virgin but it's been a while since I did it, Okay? Also, the one time I broke my virginity was the only one time I did it and that was three years ago."

And that was my problem. The one time I did it before I didn't enjoy it either and that was it. I wasn't a fan of sex which resulted in me having a lot of ex boyfriends. I dated but when ever they wanted the real stuff I always panicked and backed out.

I felt like sex was partial, only the boys enjoyed in while the girls had to lie there like sex dols, I mean why don't all the boys just have sex dolls and have the human girls for emotional attachment instead?

"That wasn't with me. Not my fault you chose a wussy to lose your virginity to." He snapped.

"He wasn't a wussy and he still hasn't become a wussy."

"O'? You're in contact with him still, aren't you? Is he the only one you're going to sleep with? Attachment to your virgin breaker?"

Something appeared to have occurred to him and he half turned. "Are you dating me and fucking with some other guy? Is that what you're doing?"

"No!" I exclaimed. Why in the world would someone think that? "I'm not fucking with him either coz fucking with him means sex and it's sex that I don't like."

"You're not fucking with him either. Is he even a part of this conversation?"

"Excuse me, I thought I heard you ask about him just now."

"That doesn't make him a part of the conversation. You're sounding like you've got a fucking list."

"What exactly is your problem?" I sat up.

"My problem is my alleged girlfriend keeps coming to my place, fuck around with me and when am full blown high she fucking tells me am not up to her fucking level. Why do you even bother coming to my place when you won't fuck with me?"