Page 72 of HER SISTER

As soon as we threw back the second Jell-O shot, Mili and I were exiting the beach club at an abnormally quick pace.

The ocean waves rushed in at the shoreline and the warm air hugged our bodies that were practically buzzing with need.

The air-conditioned house managed to cool down my body the slightest bit, but not by much.

And when Mili managed to immediately lead us into the bathroom attached to my room and start the shower—I somehow managed to grow warmer with desire.

Especially when she untied the strings to my short black dress—easily causing it to fall to the floor and pool at my ankles.

Just like that, all bets were off—especially when I managed to tug her baggy tee over her head and unbutton her pants before unzipping them.

Mili unhooked my bra as I tugged her briefs down, leaving us both partially bare and exposed.

The sound of the shower, our breathless pants, and the sound of clothes falling onto the marble bathroom floors was all I could hear.

Well, until a moan fell from my lips—suddenly feeling Mili's warm mouth sucking down on my hardened nipple.

Mili sucked down even more, easily flicking her tongue against my sensitive skin as she tugged at the hem of my underwear.

A breathless moan fell from my lips when her teeth grazed my nipple—and I couldn't help but tug at her sports bra, easily forcing her mouth away from my sensitive skin to pull it over her head.

As soon as her mouth was back on my sensitive skin that she managed to suck and flick—my own fingers were making their way to my mouth, wetting my fingers before I reached down to run circles around her hardened nipples.

A deep whimper fell from my lips as the wetness between my legs grew—with Mili's touch and my fingers circling one of her most sensitive areas, I felt like I was practically on fire.

And the alcohol only managed to add to the fire circling inside of me.

I had never had sex drunk before, but I knew once I experienced this—I'd want to do it again and again.

I suddenly pulled the shower door open before backing Mili inside of the steamy shower and pressing her to the nearest wall.

Mili moaned as she trailed kisses up from my breasts towards my neck, easily sliding her leg between mine.

A soft gasp fell from my lips as soon as the damp skin of her thigh came into contact with my wetness.

"There you go," Mili's raspy voice tickled the skin of my neck as I unconsciously grinded into her thigh.

A deeper moan fell from my lips when Mili wrapped her hand around my throat and guided my head back, causing the hot water from the shower to trickle down my dark hair as she guided my hips to grind even faster into her.

My brows furrowed in pleasure as my body grew hotter and hotter—but I wanted more, so much more.

I suddenly pulled back from Mili—jerking us both under the hot water as I lowered down onto my knees.

"Fuck, Atiana," Mili breathed out as I trailed wet kisses up her toned thighs.

I let out an uncontrollable moan when my mouth met her wetness—not even hesitating to suck down on her soft clit that was so warm and wet for me.

A deep moan fell from Mili's perfect lips when my tongue dipped down to her wetness before sliding back up to her clit that I began flicking back and forth with my tongue.

And as I flicked and circled her clit—trying to find my own pace and way of things, I managed to find a spot that made her moan the deepest.

Suddenly, I knew her spot—and just how to push her over the edge.

Her fingers tangled in my dark wet hair as her body tensed underneath me completely, and I couldn't help but slide my tongue lower down to catch every drop of her orgasm that I evoked.

And before I could use my fingers to trigger a second orgasm within her, Mili managed to pull me back onto my feet and flip me around—

A gasp fell from my lips when my warm body suddenly pressed to the front of the cold shower glass.

Mili gripped my hips back into her body, forcing me to arch away from the wall as she slid her finger past my wet folds and into my wetness.

Just like that, everything crumbled inside of me, forcing me to grip the shower wall in front of me as moans spilled out from my lips.

I didn't realize how wet I was—but with Mili's finger sliding in and out of me without any friction, I could only zone into the way I coated her finger so easily, or how much wetter I grew by her touch.

My brows furrowed, "Milan—oh my god," I couldn't help but moan out as my legs began trembling completely.

"God, you look so good like this," Mili said as she gripped my hips even deeper into her, forcing me to arch even deeper into her as she slid a second finger into me.

A string of whimpers and moans fell from my lips as she slid in and out of me—easily deepening her strokes as I slowly came undone with each one.

I gripped the wall even more as my chest managed to rise and fall with each breath—and when Mili suddenly curled her fingers into me, I swear that was it.

My hands slid down the shower wall as my body tightened completely—feeling each stroke so deeply as I fell into my orgasm.

The only thing I could possibly register was the way Mili's name fell from my lips in whimpers and moans while my face scrunched up with pleasure.

By the time my orgasm faded, I was panting breathlessly—barely able to stand on my own legs as Mili slowly slid out of me.

I hummed when Mili pressed a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

"How do you feel? Do your legs feel okay?" Mili murmured against my soft skin as she placed yet another fleeting kiss to my skin.

I nodded hesitantly as I forced all of my weight back onto my legs—leaning away from the glass shower wall as I adjusted to my sore legs.

A sharp hum vibrated in my chest as I pushed away the soreness and turned back to Mili fully.

Mili gently tucked my dark wet hair behind my ears and placed a soft kiss to my cheek and then my lips, "Let me help you shower," she whispered against my lips.

And as soon as I nodded again, Mili was guiding us both under the warm water that eased somewhat of my tense muscles.

A comfortable silence grew between us as we gently washed each other with care.

The water felt perfect and Mili's touch was so soft and slow—like she was taking her time to make sure I was clean.

Soon we were wrapped in furry white towels, wiping the foggy mirrors off before we helped glide the thick cocoa butter onto each other's soft skin.

After the sweet lotion was rubbed in, Mili helped me pull on one of her oversized shirts while I guided her typical oversized sweatshirt over her head.

Once I had a pair of shorts on and she had on loose basketball shorts, Mili was grabbing the bottle of my hair product and a brush.

"Turn around for me," Mili murmured, and I didn't even hesitate to face the mirror while she stood behind me.

I looked at her through the mirror—watching how she poured some of the product into her hands before gently guiding it through my long dark strands.

My heavy eyes fluttered shut when she began gently brushing my hair out—being careful to not tug too roughly on my ends.

"Your hair is so beautiful," Mili whispered as she continued to brush out my long dark hair.

I felt my lips twitch up into a smile, "Thank you, Lani," I said as my eyes fluttered back open.

Mili hummed contently, setting the brush down on the sink before she pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

My smile grew, "Your turn," I said, easily flipping our positions so I could brush out her hair.

I grabbed her usual curly hair product and the special brush that she typically used.

It was odd, but I somehow recalled how she brushed her hair after showers—or how much product she used, and the way she would apply it to her hair in a certain way.

I managed to mimic the hair routine that she would typically do as if it were my own, making sure to give her beautiful curls the attention that they needed.

"Thank you beautiful," Mili murmured as I leaned up to press a brief kiss to her lips.

I smiled as her arms slid around my waist, "Anything for you," I whispered back as Mili's arms pulled me in even tighter into her warm body.

Mili hummed as she pulled me into a full-on hug, and I had internally determined that she preferred long hugs in comparison to other things.

It was something that she made feel more sentimental than it already was.

"Why don't you get settled in bed and I'll grab us some waters?" Mili suggested, and her voice was so soft and lowered—it made my heart grow warm in my chest.

I smiled slightly as we pulled back from the deep hug, "That sounds perfect, thank you," I said, looking between her eyes as she ran her hands up and down my back.

"Of course, I'll grab us some snack too—we can't go to bed on empty stomachs or our hangover will be terrible," Mili added, gently kneading her fingers into my lower back, "Do you want anything in particular?" she asked.

I hummed in thought, thinking about what we'd have.

My lips suddenly tilted up into a half smile, "Pizza," I whispered.

Mili inevitably smiled, "Now that sounds amazing," she determined, clearly agreeing with my craving.

My smile grew, "I'll get Netflix ready for us and keep the bed warm for you," I said as we began walking out of the bathroom.

Mili placed one last kiss to my temple, "Okay, my love. I'll be back in a few," she said, and as she turned on her heel, I managed to freeze up completely.

Luckily, Mili was already out of the room before she could see my reaction to her words.

It wasn't a bad reaction at all.

I was more caught off guard—and suddenly reading into her words a little too deeply.

My love.

She never called me that?

Does that mean she loves me?

Or was that just another pet name?

I let out a conflicted sigh, hating that I was suddenly overthinking something so small.

And even as I forced myself to brush off my burst of confused thoughts, I still couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same as me.

It was something that I had thought about each time the word love managed to pop into my head.

I just didn't know if it was too soon, or if she felt the same way.

The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel awkward or scare her off.

Mili was a totally different person before me, so it's not hard to imagine that those three little words might blindside her.

I let out yet another sigh, suddenly forcing myself to focus on getting Netflix pulled up as I got settled in the bed.