"Hah~ Hah~ Hah~ Hah~ Nnh~ Anh~ Anh~ Anh~! Anh~!! Anh~!!! MNNNH~!!! EMMIE!!!"
The lips on my pussy move away with a popping sound, making me shake one last time.
Emmie and I are now naked, having thrown away the only pieces of clothes that had remained on us earlier. The muscles of my abdomen contract on their own, pulling the folds of my wet cave along as I contract them around the tongue swimming within, and cry to the pinch of my erect clit.
My lower body arches upward with the support of Emmie's smooth back where I have put my feet to better spread my legs, and better present the pink cavern that is now shaking.
When she rises up, my feet fall weakly onto the bed, the right one not far from the bundle the wet blanket has been turned into after having been soiled. She crawls up my body and kisses me, taking in the taste she has left in my mouth while giving me a taste of myself.
Soon, we get entangled on the bed, and roll as we feel each other up, touch each other, and fondle the soft parts of each other. This time, we use none of the toys Emmie has in her cabinet beside the bed, just our mouths, our hands, and our fingers, our moans a symphony of excited passion and deep desire.
Going through one position after the other, we cum over each other and in each other's mouths, arching our supple backs as we make orgasms course through our veins up to our brain where they end in explosions that leave our minds blank.
The marathon of pleasure that crowns the change in our relationship lasts long enough that when we stop and lie down in each other's embrace, we are parched, emptied of the energy our lunch has provided us, and sated.
After the activity in the room calms down, silence follows, entwined with our soft breaths. I have my back against the pillows piled up between the headboard and I, while Emmie has her head on my chest, her arms embracing around my abdomen while one of mine circles around her naked back to casually rest on the side of her right boob.
Even though our stomach doesn't have much of what we have eaten before inside, we don't feel like standing up, much less leaving the bed to find something to eat. The warmth of the apartment makes us drowsy, so much so that I don't even know when sleepiness arrives. All I know is that at some point, the additional warmth of a blanket is added to my naked body tangled with Emmie's, and an indescribable haze takes over.
When I open my eyes again, the room is already clean, with none of the chaos from yesterday. On a cabinet by the side, the clothes Emmie and I have thrown around after coming back the previous day are neatly folded, with our panties, on top.
I blink, but I don't feel the expected embarrassment climbing up. It seems I can't feel embarrassed in front of Helene anymore. She has known about Emmie and I for long enough, without saying anything, nor ever trying to hide the fact.
Raising my eyes a little, I see the soft rays of the nascent sun streaming in through the cracks in the curtains blocking the window. The rays are a little dim, tainted by the haze of winter, even without snow. Speaking of the latter, I have only seen it a few times during a few trips when dad and mom were still alive. That thought comes up to me, and my mood turns quiet.
Emmie stirs suddenly, still in the same position as last night. I smile when I look at her, before feeling helpless yet amused when I feel a damp patch of coldness on my skin.
The drool disturbs the one who has produced it, and she starts to wake up after frowning slightly. I shake my head, and move to free myself from her hold.
Sleeping without dinner last night has made me hungry, so I can't linger in bed. My movement finally wakes Emmie up, and she opens her eyes when I leave the blanket we have been covered with.
"Max, why are you rising so early?"
The air gliding over my naked form, I smile back at her:
"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. So unless you have milk in your breasts to feed me, I'm not coming back."
Emmie blinks, and smiles, the blanket only partially covering her after our movements, and her head on the pillow:
"Don't tell me the milk you have been drinking came from your breasts."
"Who knows?"
My mysterious reply makes her roll her eyes with a pout. I turn away and go to the bathroom. Not long later, Emmie comes behind me.
"Helene came back yesterday, but she must have left already."
I glance at her with questions in my eyes, and in response, Emmie quiets down.
"She is taking care of paperwork to protect us. She doesn't say it, but I know. And when she is not doing that, she tries to get some air."
It is my turn to quiet down. Having avoided reading minds unless I have to, I have not seen through the smile Helene has been sporting in the last period. She has taken to making sure Emmie remains unaffected, even if she has to keep her own pain hidden.
Emmie looks at me, and laughs:
"Don't make a face like that. Helene said the pain and the sadness will not last, and I don't think she is wrong. After some time, maybe I will even forget I ever had a father."
That sentence pierces my heart, even though it has been said laughingly. I exhale. I wipe my face and pull Emmie to the shower with a smile on my face.
"Did you forget we have something to celebrate? I worked so hard yesterday. You can't be sad if you don't want to make me a bad girlfriend."
Emmie pauses, then smiles, and laughs, this time with anything hidden behind.
"Hahahaha…"
The bright laughter has the same beauty as the morning vitality as we shower and clean each other without going further.