CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: "UNITE"
WARNING: CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT
-'So, that's it, we're adopting?' I ask. -'Yes, we are adopting a little girl or a little boy,' says Jessica, grinning form ear to ear; but, so am I. She wraps her arms around me and presses kisses all over my neck, and tells me how much she loves me. The last tour of 'Skyway' ended one month ago, in New York, Madison Square Garden. -'I think we should adopt a little boy. Can you adopt babies? Not that I want to, I'd much rather adopt... A five year-old. ' -'I don't know, we should consider it, I think.' -'You think so,' I ask her doubtfully, 'I mean, babies are a hell lot of work.' -'That's true, but then we will experience the whole 'parenting'-thing right?' -'You'd be a great mum...' -'We could also look for a sperm donor,' says Jess, with a glint in her eye which can only be described as mischievously.
-'A sperm donor? Would you honestly want to push out a kid?' -'No, I'd let you do the carrying. I wouldn't mind.' -'No, you should do the carrying, your breasts get bigger, you know,' I say, earning myself a hard slap form Jessica. -'Hmmm... Actually, not a bad idea.' -'But who should be the sperm donor?' -'I remember when I was twenty-five and there was a whole drama about me wanting kids, it was hilarious! I was on Capital, I think it was, and Lisa made me a list for optional sperm donors; but they were all at least five years older than me. Even Sir Tom was on the list,' she tells me, laughing. -'Or we could ask Adele's husband, she'll like that,' I joke. -'Naww, but their son is lovely!' -'Still no name though. I heard her Daydreamers, that's what they're called, right, still call him 'Peanut?'' -'I don't know. I'm not a Daydreamer, that's all I know, all I know, Daydreamer,' she adds, singing.
-'Babe?' Jess calls from the living room, I'm currently upstairs, putting the wash in the washing machine like a real housewife. -'Yes?' I call back. -'Is it okay if Holly comes over later?' -'Yeah, sure, why not?' -'I don't know,' she speaks softly from the doorway, absolutely scaring the fuck out of me as I didn't know she came up. -'Honestly, it's okay sweetie, you haven't seen her for a day right?' I wink at her and she rolls her eyes, and waits for me to set up the washing machine. -'But I thought of better things we could do,' she says. Jess pushes me against the wall and pins my wrists above my head. -'Like what?' I ask her, biting my lip in anticipation. Jess smirks and presses her lips against mine, wasting no time in nudging my lips open with her tongue and slipping her tongue into my mouth.
Jess runs a hand through my hair and slides it down my neck, placing it on my shoulder and letting it rest there. She pulls away from our by now pretty heated kiss and presses her lips against my ear. -'You know, we have a beautiful bed in the room next door, care to put it in a good use?' -'But what about Holly?' I ask, panting. -'She won't be here for another good hour, don't worry,' Jess purrs and scratches her nails down my arm. She jumps on my waist and I support her weight by grabbing her bum; I'm not complaining. Jess presses her lips against my neck, sucking, nibbling, biting down and soothing the skin with her tongue. She moans softly as my hands knead her bum, while I search for the door handle.
I throw Jess onto the bed and crawl up her body, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up so she can attach her lips to mine. It doesn't take her long to heat up the kiss, soon enough, both our shirts are on the floor, and I'm busy sliding Jess' skirt down her legs. -'Babe,' she says panting as both my hands grip the elastic of her thong, ready to follow her skirt. -'What?' I ask smirking, stopping my actions to look at her flushed, sweaty face. -'Please,' Jess says, she sounds so desperate, and so incredibly... hot. Her voice is really deep and raspy from all the moaning. -'Please what?' -'Emeli, now is not the time for teasing,' she says, bucking her hips. -'Now is exactly the time for teasing,' I say, smirking as I undo her bra.
Jess looks into my eyes, her eyes dark, her cheeks rosy, her mouth slightly ajar as she slides her hands down her body. She arches her back as her hands reach her chest and cup her breasts, and she lets out a loud moan and she squeezes them. I straddle her waist and take her hands in mine. -'That's my job,' I say. -'Please,' she says again, pushing her chest up, and scratching her nails down my back. -'What? What do you want?' Jess licks her lip and pulls my face down to hers. -'You,' she says before pressing her lips again mine.
