Page 67 of HER SISTER

An intense warmth tickled my skin when Mili pulled me into the one-person bathroom by the beach.

The lights were dim and the floors were dusted in sand.

I turned to Mili who had set our stuff on the shelf extending from the tiled walls, "I wasn't trying to flirt with—"

"Atiana," Mili cut me short, setting the beach bag down before she turned to face me, "I don't want to hear it," she determined.

I couldn't help but tilt my head, "Then what exactly do you want to hear?" I asked, knowing that we were basically going in circles.

Mili shrugged, "My name—from your mouth, over and over again."

My brows shot up at her desire, clearly surprised that she wasn't actually that angry to begin with.

Instead, she was frustrated.

Sexually, I mean.

Mili leaned back against the wall, "Wash your hands," she said, easily making my brows furrow in confusion.

But when a quietness managed to gather between us, I inevitably turned around to the sink and washed my hands.

And as soon as my hands were washed and dried, Mili motioned to my lips as she said, "Two fingers—slide them into your mouth."

I blinked a few times, but when Mili inevitably raised a brow—I didn't hesitate to bring my fingers to my own lips, easily sliding my index and middle finger into my warm mouth.

Mili watched me carefully, "In and out."

I didn't hesitate to slide them in and out of my salivating mouth—holding Mili's precise stare.

Mili motioned down to my legs, "Spread them further apart," she said, and almost instantly, I listened.

It wasn't hard to recognize the familiar heat gathering in my lower stomach—or how my body burned with insatiable need.

"Now trail your fingers down—" Mili held up her hand as soon as my hand began eagerly traveling to where I needed to be touched most, "—Slowly, Atiana," she reminded me.

I let out a soft breath, nodding a few times as I slowed my pace down.

Mili hummed, watching my glistening fingertips pass my blue bikini top before lingering over the soft skin of my toned stomach.

And as soon as I reached even lower, Mili leaned off the wall, "Now..." she trailed off as she took a step toward me.

A soft gasp fell from my lips when she pulled at the strings of my blue bikini bottoms—easily making them fall to the ground.

Mili backed away from me, leaning back against the wall as she said, "Say my name."

I bite down on the inside of my cheek as my fingers hovered over my most sensitive area.

"Milan," I said breathlessly.

Mili hummed, "Again," she said, clearly unamused as my face managed to burn even more with an intense blush.

I sucked in a deep breath, wanting so badly to touch myself—I had never even craved my own touch, much less touched myself in general, but Mili somehow brought it out of me.

"Milan," I breathed out yet again, but this time it came out needier than before.

My heartbeat managed to speed up when Mili leaned away from the wall—gently grabbing my wrist and guiding my hand down to my sensitive clit.

A whimper vibrated in my throat as soon as Mili guided my wet fingers to draw soft circles around my clit.

Mili looked between my heavy eyes, "Just like that," she said, pulling away from me again to lean back against the tiled walls.

Another whimper vibrated in my throat as Mili carefully watched me touch myself—and I swear I had never felt so turned on in my entire life.

Mili crossed her arms over her chest as her dark eyes trailed back up my body to meet my stare, "Say my name again," she demanded.

"Milan," I practically moaned out, not even hesitating to follow her instructions.

Mili cocked her head to the side, and it was clear that she wasn't satisfied, "Faster," she said.

I sucked in a deep breath as I sped my pace up, "Milan," I unconsciously moaned out.

Mili's lips twitched upward slightly, "Again," she demanded.

I arched into my own touch, "Milan," I moaned out even louder.

Mili hummed as her dark eyes trailed back down my body, "Slide a finger into yourself," she said, easily sending warm shivers rolling down my spine.

I deeper moan fell from my lips as soon as I slid my middle finger into my own wetness.

"Slower," Mili said, easily forcing my thrusts to grow slower and deeper.

I gripped the sink behind me with my free hand as I leaned into my own touch, feeling a deep heat spiral around me.

"Who do you belong to?" Mili questioned, allowing her dangerous stare to analyze my face.

"You," I said without any hesitation.

Mili hummed distastefully, "Who do you belong to, Atiana?" she repeated herself again.

A string of moans fell from my lips as I felt myself tighten around my own finger, "Milan—I belong to Milan," I forced out, but it somehow came out as a breathless moan.

Mili's lips twitched up in satisfaction, suddenly leaning off the wall as I grew tighter around my finger—but somehow, I felt stuck right at the edge.

I wasn't doing something right.

And Mili seemed to recognize my growing frustration, especially when her hand landed over mine.

"You're so close, except right here—" she suddenly angled my hand up slightly, easily earning a breathless gasp from me when she hit a deeper spot inside of me, "—Is your spot," she said, holding my careful stare as she guided my hand to thrust in and out of my growing wetness.

I suddenly reached my hand away from the sink behind me to grip Mili closer to me, "Oh my god," I breathed out as my orgasm rapidly approached me.

Mili leaned down to me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips—and as soon as she guided my hand to speed up the pace, I was a moaning mess.

I gripped onto her even tighter as my legs started trembling—easily feeling everything inside of me come undone as she helped me slide in and out of myself.

Mili trailed kisses past my lips—pressing soft kisses down my neck.

Not even seconds later my orgasm was washing over me, easily causing my heavy head to fall back in complete pleasure.

"That's my girl," Mili murmured against my neck.

I hummed breathlessly, "All yours," I said, but my words were barely inaudible as I tried to catch my breath.

Mili smirked against the skin of my neck, "Have we learned a lesson?" she murmured against my warm skin.

I didn't hesitate to nod a few times, "Definitely—I definitely learned a lesson," I said honestly.

Mili pulled away from my neck, "Good—" she suddenly leaned down to press a soft brief kiss to my lips, "—Because being mad at you isn't my thing, and it probably won't ever be," she said as she pulled away to meet my stare.

I hummed as I moved my tingly legs slightly, hoping to make the aching go away.

"So this is what it's like to be on your bad side?" I said, clearly wanting to make her mad again if it went like this.

Mili's face grew with amusement as she picked up my bottoms that were on the ground, "Not even close," she said, helping me secure my blue swimsuit bottoms back on.

I laughed as she finished tying the knot that held my bottoms up, "Noted," I said, knowing that getting on her bad side definitely wasn't something that I ever wanted to do.

Mili pressed a fleeting kiss to my temple, "Come on, let's go get ready for dinner," she said, and I couldn't help but smile as I remembered our plans.

It was our last night on the island, and I planned to make it magical.

"Oh, I forgot to mention in our bet that you would have to shower with me if you lost," I subtly added, easily earning a beautiful laugh from Mili's lips.

"Wow, that sounds like the worst thing ever," Mili joked as she secured the folded cover in our beach bag.

I hummed as I slid my arms around her torso, pulling her back into my body, "Yeah, totally the worst," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck.

Mili smiled slightly, turning her head to initiate a kiss that I met her halfway for.

And as we exited the bathroom out into the warm breezy air—I couldn't help but smile.

The sky was as blue as ever, which managed to contrast against the distant turquoise water—and the salty air felt like a warm hug.

It was odd... I had never actually basked in island life.

I always wanted to find a big city to settle in.

But after being away from home for so long, and having Mili here with me—it suddenly felt so much more appealing than before.

Maybe it wasn't that I came home... but that I brought home back with me instead.