I Will Wait [Jessie J]

Chapter 88 - Need, Want and Desire.

IMPORTANT: Trigger warning. Sorry, I'm twice as emotional at 2:30 am.

*Jessie's pov*

The few days after the article had been hell. Emma had refused to go to school. She was adamant that people were going to bring it all up even after we made a public announcement denying the whole article. Our Twitter feeds had also come alive and because of this Emma hardly touched the new phone I had got her, which was very unusual for her. She was always on her phone messaging someone. I woke up that Saturday with my arms protectively wrapped around Emma's waist. I had barely let her out of my sight that week. She wasn't used to what the media was like and I wanted to be there for her every step of the way. I slipped my hand under Emma's oversized tee and traced soft patterns on her flat stomach. The first thing I noticed when I got back from America was how much weight she had lost. She didn't even have that much weight on her in the first place. She had started to eat properly again though which was good. I promised myself I was going to take good care of her and that's what I will do.

I placed soft kisses on the back of Emma's neck as I grew bored of being the only one awake. She mumbled something inaudible as she slowly stirred. "Good morning beautiful." I spoke softly in her ear. My voice a little husky from my sleepy state. She turned over in my embrace and pecked my lips.

"Morning." Her voice slightly more husky than mine made a smirk spread across my lips as a smile spread across hers. Emma's voice barely produced the words, "I love you." Her eye lids were still to reveal the beauty that they hid.

"I love you too baby." I whispered and kissed Emma's forehead softly as she snuggled up closer to me and her arm draped over my waist. I sighed contentedly as I continued to trace patterns on her soft skin and Emma's breathing evened out once more.

She had been so tired recently, I could see it in her eyes. I could tell she wanted to escape from everything which is the reason I held her close to me every night. I never ever wanted to let go. Emma's nightmares had returned again. Each night getting worse and worse. Although last night we slept all the way through.

I hummed softly to myself as I waited for Emma to wake up again. However, this time Emma's dreams had become a little R-rated and trust me it didn't make things easy for me. My breath hitched in my throat as she gripped tightly on to my hip with a moan. I chewed my lip softly trying not to think about what she could be dreaming as she softly moaned my name. This isn't the first time Emma's had a dream like this. I thought I'd get used to it but it just made the need of tasting Emma and pleasuring her grow inside me even more each and every night it happened. I couldn't stop the small groan escaping my lips as Emma dragged her nails over my skin. I closed my eyes in order to help control myself. If I didn't do something I would've ended up taking her right there and then.

It was when Emma arched her back and pushed herself into my breast I lost it. I cupped her cheek and kissed her, slowly at first, slowly but passionately. Her soft lips moved in perfect synchronicity with mine as my desire grew and grew. A small blush rose in her cheeks and her hands were placed on my hips as I straddled her telling me she had indeed woken up. I swiped my tongue over her soft lip to ask for entrance to which she immediately granted. I took my time feeling around every inch of her mouth. Tasting every taste there was to taste apart from one. The one I needed to taste most.

We spent the next few minutes in the same position. My tongue running over every nook and cranny of Emma's mouth until she pulled away for air. I took that as my opportunity to trail gentle kisses along her jaw line and down her slender neck, lingering on her sweet spot. A gasp escaped from her lips as my teeth gently nipped at the sensitive spot on her skin. I tugged softly at the hem of her tee asking for permission to pull it off. When she neither granted or denied me it I stopped nibbling her neck to see how she was feeling. Emma tried to avoid any eye contact but I guess after a while you have to look at the person who's staring at you. As our eyes finally locked together I searched them for any emotions. All I could see was embarrassment, fear, and possibly even some regret.