The rest of that day with Emma and Emilia went much the same as when we had first arrived. And by that I of course mean it wasn't the only threesome we had. After a pleasant afternoon tea out in Emma's back garden, things started up again. I'm not going to give the full details of that, as the pertinent part of this story occurs later, but I will say that the second time was driven by need.
No time for playing around like when Emma was tied up, we all needed it again very badly. Things got to the point quickly with an intensely grabby threeway makeout session, followed by a duel blowjob warmup from the two of them while they also played with each other's pussies. Then I took turns fucking each of them until they finally had enough and settled down after Emma had finished me off with her mouth. During this exchange? Yes, I *almost* went for it with Emma, but felt awkward at the last second and started fucking her doggystyle instead.
After that we relaxed for a while, had a light dinner, and then transitioned back to the bedroom again. This time was much more laid back, and more based on us all taking turns. I didn't mind that at all, because I was in as much of a mood to watch Emma and Emilia fuck each other as I was to fuck them myself. It was always enjoyable to watch Emilia move in on a girl, and Emma was the perfect partner for it. The two were nothing but smiles and giggles as they made out and touched each other, and then loud, raucous moans as they ate each other's pussies. But after so long, I couldn't help but jump in, and that's when things got crazy again.
Again, I won't go into full detail, suffice it to say that for a moment, I thought Emma was asking for it. Turning her head to stare back at me as I knelt behind her, she had this look on her face that was one part curiosity on top of her need to be fucked. I probably could have shoved it into her ass right there, but things were moving too fast, and I didn't want to break the flow in the event that Emma couldn't take it. So, more pussy pounding, more screaming, more orgasms.
When we finally all collapsed together, it wasn't as late as I had expected, but then I realized that the jet lag had a hold on me. Emma and Emilia took pity on me, and allowed a stop so I could go to bed. They were even gracious enough to come to bed with me, although they continued their girl talk long into the night after I had dozed off. But with how tired I was, I would at least sleep through the night, and be on a proper GMT sleep schedule going forward.
That's what I expected, anyway.
What actually happened was in the middle of the night. At first I thought it was a dream, something like I was receiving a massage, but I really needed to get up because I had a flight to catch. But the touch didn't stop. Finally something snapped me out of my dream, and I shifted back to reality to realize that I was still in bed with Emma and Emilia. But, only Emma was asleep. In the dim light from the moon that was just barely spilling in through a tiny crack in the curtains, I could see the outline of Emilia's face as she looked at me. She pulled her fingers from my chest where they had been lightly rubbing, and then held a finger up to her mouth to indicate I shouldn't talk.
"What are you...?" I mouthed silently.
She said nothing. My eyes followed her as she silently slipped out of the bed, putting one foot at a time on the rug, and then started to tiptoe towards the door. When she beckoned me to follow her, I did the same, eyeing Emma and making sure she didn't wake up as we slipped out of the room. Emilia was gone by the time I got to the door, and I found her standing in the living room, waiting. The only thing she had worn to bed was a simple blue nightgown, the silky material of which almost shimmered in the moonlight that was shining in through the wide living room window.
I wasn't going to stop to talk. For one thing, Emma's bedroom was still within earshot of the living room. For another, Emilia was standing there, looking like she does. She flashed me one smile in the dimly lit center of the room, and my feet quietly made their way to her. We came together with a slow silence, arms wrapping around each other as we leaned in and began to kiss. I let my hands grope over Emilia's ass as I wrapped my arms around her, and she ran her own up my bare chest as her tongue slid into my mouth.
"What are you doing?" I said in a barely audible whisper.
"I just wanted to have some alone time with you," Emilia said, grinning.
Now, I wasn't exactly worried about upsetting Emma, but something certainly felt the slightest bit wrong with fucking in her house without her knowledge. But...it was Emilia. I glanced back toward the hall leading to the bedroom, listening for any kind of shifting at all, hoping Emma wouldn't sense we were both gone in her sleep. My attention was snapped back to Emilia by her running a finger down my chest, which then turned into the rest of her fingers caressing over my stomach, and then pulling down the front of my pajama pants. The pull was only enough to get my cock to fall out, at which point Emilia grabbed it in her hand and began lightly jerking it. My eyes rolled up slightly, and then I looked Emilia in the eyes again.
"Ok, but we have to be really quiet," I whispered to Emilia.
"I can be quiet..." Emilia whispered back.
She jerked my cock slowly, then looked down as it grew harder in her hand.
"...can you?"
Emilia's hand began to jerk my cock with a slow, hard grip. It was fully hard when she leaned in and started kissing me again, to the point that things were hazy when she turned us around and started leading us to the couch. I backed up until I felt the couch hit the back of my legs, at which point Emilia kept pushing me back until I sat down. With the way the couch was oriented and the large window, Emilia was now directly in the moonlight, allowing me to see her quite clearly even if it was the hazy glow of night. Nevertheless, that's how I saw the look in her eyes as clear as day. She wasn't grinning anymore. Her face had turned serious, with her pouty lips slightly open as if ready for something, and her eyes focusing like she was trying to hypnotize me.
As she began to lower herself down, Emilia grabbed my pants and slid them off the rest of the way, leaving me nude. I was also rock hard, and Emilia's eyes locked onto my cock as she went to her knees on the floor in front of me. She leaned forward between my legs, and then glanced up at me with those intense, hungry eyes. She didn't break that look as she leaned in and opened her mouth wider. At first, she didn't tip her head at all, so her lips were about to touch the underside of my cock, but then at the last second, her tongue emerged from her mouth. Emilia licked with the most agonizingly slow motion one could imagine, going from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip. She stopped there, and then tilted her head to suck it into her mouth.
As Emilia's lips began to slide down, I let out the deepest breath, and the most quiet moan I could muster. Emilia stopped halfway down my cock, raising her eyebrows as if to remind me of what we had agreed upon. Immediately flustered, all I could do was raise my hands in apology, and then gesture to my mouth that I'd be silent from then on. Emilia kept her face in that same expression as she began to slide her mouth down again, waiting for me to slip up and make a sound. I didn't, and she continued to work it up and down with a slow but intense rhythm. I stared down at her as she closed her eyes and devoted her full focus to it, taking my cock down deep without making a sound.
I started to fidget in place a little. I was already feeling so good, and the sight of Emilia's lips wrapped around my cock only made it feel better. To ensure her face was hit with as much light as possible, I took her hair with one hand and folded it over to one side of her head, then grabbed the back of her hair with my other hand. The moonlight hit perfectly, showing off Emilia's mouth sliding up and down, and the wet sheen she was leaving behind on my cock. I held her head, not bothering to guide her or change her pace, and Emilia reached up to put one hand on my chest.
As Emilia pulled her mouth off my cock just once in order to swirl her tongue around the top, my free hand reached up to grab hers. Emilia's fingers flexed against my chest as she slid her mouth back down, and then started going faster. The rhythm picked up instantly and didn't stop as Emilia began to bob her mouth up and down, her lips staying wrapped tightly around it. My own hand flexed, and suddenly I was holding the back of her head, pumping her mouth on my cock. I leaned my head back against the couch, head swimming, as I tried not to moan. As I looked back, I saw that Emilia was staring up at me, her eyes shining like jewels in the moonlight.
My entire body almost seized up as that sight hit my eyes, and I quickly pulled Emilia off my cock as it twitched in place. Emilia leaned away from me, running her tongue around her lips as she watched me pant. I quietly held up a finger, not wanting to stop, but not wanting to cum so quickly. That request was ignored as Emilia began to rise up off the floor, and then climb into my lap.
