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Rochelle's POV
I sat patiently on Jenson's amazing leather couch and looked around his living room as I waited for him to come back from the door with Chinese. He really did have good taste. His carpets were thick and cream, his walls a chocolate brown. His coffee table had a glass top and he had leather coasters. It was all so stylish, so sleek. I loved it here already.
"Foods up" Jenson said, smiling, as he walked back in with a couple of bags. I grinned, I hadn't told him but I had been starving for ages. He put the plastic tubs of food on the table which I started to open as he went into the kitchen to get plates and forks. When he came back I took my plate a dug in, making a little moan as I put the delicious food into my mouth. Jenson smirked.
"You'd better not do that every time you take a bite, I don't think you realise how irresistible you are when you do that" he said with a wink and I blushed. He just laughed and carried on eating. He didn't put anything on his flat screen telly so we ate in pretty much in silence, and Jenson kept on peeking glances at me. I couldn't understand why, I was only eating. Or maybe I had stuff on my face. I raised my hand to check but no, no stuff on my face. I shrugged it off and stretched out my legs so they rested on his and then I leant my back against the arm of the sofa. Jenson smiled at me, and I couldn't help but grin feeling the warmth that came from his body. It was stupid but I just liked touching him, not in that way but I just didn't like not being in contact with him, like somehow he would disappear again.
Soon we were both finished and I got up to take the plates out but he pushed me back down on the sofa and kissed my forehead. He then took the plates out while I sat there itching to help him. When he had finished he stood behind the sofa and put both hands on my shoulders.
"I don't know about you but I'm beat" he said, and I didn't have to answer because I conveniently yawned loudly. He chuckled.
"Come on" he said as he walked through one of the doors. I stood up and followed him into what must be his bedroom. It was the same sort of colour as his living room but it had light blue pulled in too. His bed looked amazing; it was king size and its covers were light brown and light blue in random circles.
"I don't have anything to sleep in" I said, awkwardly as I realised I didn't have anything, no toothbrush, no wash stuff, nothing. He smiled at me and routed round a couple of draws before pulling out a pair of plain black boxers and one of his pale blue work shirt. He threw them at me and I caught them.
"Will they do?" he said with a smile. I tried to keep my face straight as I nodded and he pointed to a door. I looked at him quizzically and he grinned.
"You can get changed in front of me if you want, I won't mind" he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and walked through the door he had been pointing at. It was an en suite bathroom, reasonably small but very nice. It was all tiled and super clean, which surprised me. Still, I slowly started to take off my clothes. I hesitated when I got to my underwear. Should I leave my bra on? In the end I took it off, deciding I should be uncomfortable while I slept just because I was a little self conscious in front of Jenson. I folded all my clothes up neatly and left them on the counter while I slipped on his boxers and his shirt. His shirt was massive on me but I loved it. It made me feel safe, like my hoodie did. I splashed my face with cold water and made my way back into the bedroom. Jenson was lying on the bed, just in boxers and without a shirt. My heart beat instantly increased at the sight of his bare chest. He looked so hot. He smiled at my reaction.
"Care to join me?" he asked with a smirk. I chewed on my bottom lip as I put my pile of clothes on top of his dresser. I then walked over to the edge of the bed. He was smiling warmly at me and there was nothing I wanted more right now than to kiss those smiling lips. I crawled onto the bed and over to him, my lips finally coming into contact with his. He groaned under me and I could help but let the hand that wasn't supporting my wait trail across his firm chest. I traced my fingers along the contours of his chiselled chest until I reached the faint trail of hair that lead under his trousers. My hand rested on the edge of his boxers. I felt him push his hips up to meet his hand. I was just about to slide my hand down underneath his boxers when his hand caught mine. I pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him hurt; did he not want me to do anything to him? He sighed and put his head back on the pillow.
"What's wrong?" I asked, quietly, worried.
"You're not ready" he said, as his eyes flicked down to meet mine. I bit my lip, I had been thinking about this. Even in the car on the way here. Part of me thought I was ready, but I guess part isn't enough.
"You don't know that" I said, trying to convince him I was. I wanted to cheer him up, I wanted to help him, I really did. He shook his head, defying me.
"Well, do you not want to?" I asked, resting my hand on his chest. He laughed.
"You can see that I want to" he said, with a nod of his head towards his crotch. I moved my gaze down and I noticed his boxers were tented upwards. My mouth made a small 'o' shape and blush filled my face. I couldn't believe I had had that much of an effect on him. I chewed my lip, an idea hitting me. Sure, I wasn't ready for sex, but we didn't have to go all the way. I leant in to kiss him again, he paused for a second before kissing me back cautiously. My hand on his chest began to slide down slowly until it finally slid under the band of his boxers. My hand finally met his manhood and I wrapped it round reasonably tightly. He moaned loudly into my mouth but pulled his head away.
"I don't want to do anything you're not ready for" he said, breathlessly and I smiled at his persistence.
"I might not be ready for sex, but there are other things I can do" I whispered into his ear. I then kissed his ear, and all along his jaw, then down his chest while my hands slid down his boxers so they were round his knees. My kisses got lower and lower.
About 10 minutes later I pulled my head back up to rest on his chest. He was still breathing heavily and I smiled at how loud he had been seconds before. When he had got his breath back he gently lifted my chin up so that he could look into my face.
"That was amazing, thank you" he whispered, and then he kissed my forehead gently.
"I love you" I whispered, squeezing my eyes closed. I know I had said it before to him but still, I wanted him to say it back and thankfully, he did.
"I love you more" he said, with a wink. I smiled at him warmly and gave him a quick kiss. I then snuggled into the crook of his shoulder. He moved slightly so he could pull the covers over us. I smiled slightly as I drifted in and out of sleep. Tomorrow, I was going to go to a theme park with a devilishly handsome man who loves me more than anything. Life couldn't get any better, I thought as I slipped into a deep slumber.
