Page 81 of HER SISTER

"Never have I ever fell off a sled."

I gave Mili a narrowed look, "That was a low blow," I said, suddenly reaching for the hem of my shirt.

Mili only laughed, "I just want to see you strip honestly," she said, watching as my black shirt fell to the floor.

After Mili took her first shot of the night, we ended up turning on some music and bringing out the drinking games.

Currently, we were playing never have I ever which involved stripping—if you had done it.

I shook my head at her, "Never have I ever fucked someone in my parent's living room," I shot back.

Mili's lips parted slightly, "Wow... okay," she said, tugging off her oversized t-shirt.

And I couldn't help but glance down to her black sports bra and toned tan stomach.

"Fine as always," I murmured, running my hand up her stomach.

Mili slid her hand behind my back as she eyed my black lace bra, "I could say the same about you."

A gasp fell from my lips as soon as I felt my bra loosen—indicating that she had unhooked it in one swift move.

"That's cheating," I pouted.

Mili leaned over to me to press a soft kiss to the side of my neck, "Never have I ever surfed—" she tugged my black bra down my arms, "Now it's not cheating," she murmured, nipping at the skin of my neck as my bra inevitably fell to the ground.

I rolled my eyes even if her actions alone managed to make me grow so warm, I thought I was going to explode.

"You're annoying," I said.

Mili raised a sharp brow as she placed one last kiss on my neck, "Hmm, weren't you just calling me fine a second ago?" she teased me.

I shook my head at her, "You can be fine and annoying at the same time," I emphasized, and when Mili managed to pull back from my neck, I pulled my long dark hair to the front, easily covering my hardened nipples.

Almost automatically, Mili's dark eyes darted down to my covered chest with a narrowed look.

And it was obvious that my actions alone bothered her.

Mili guided my hair behind my shoulders, "Don't hide from me—it's offensive."

I raised a brow at her, pushing away the warmth circling my lower stomach, "Never have I ever been to Barcelona," I said, recalling that she had been.

Mili shook her head to herself, "Now I have to take you," she said as she slid her joggers off—leaving her in Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

I smiled slightly as I reached for the bottle of Casamigos, "That would be fun," I said, opening the bottle to pour a shot.

But not before Mili managed to guide the bottle out of my hands, which easily earned a narrowed look from me.

"Tequila makes you sick remember?" Mili questioned as she poured herself a shot.

And I couldn't help but think back to the snowy cabin and the terrible hangover that I had from drinking tequila.

I shrugged, "Maybe if I don't take as many shots I'll be fine," I determined, and it was clearly the drunk side of my brain talking,

"I don't think so," Mili said, clearly not budging on her decision, "You've already had vodka so drinking tequila would be worse," she added, knowing that the espresso martinis I had earlier had vodka in them.

I furrowed my brows when Mili suddenly stood from her chair, "What are you doing?" I questioned as I watched her walk around the kitchen island.

Mili grabbed the bottle of Grey Goose from the cabinet, "Getting you what you need," she said as she walked back over to me and stood between my legs.

I hummed as I watched her pour me a shot before bringing the rim of the shot glass to my lips.

My eyes unconsciously held hers as I tilted my head back, taking the burning shot before I managed to tug her into me by her torso.

"You're so good to me," I murmured as my arms rested around her bare waist.

She was so warm, and her bare face was so beautifully glowy.

Suddenly, I wasn't even thinking about the game anymore.

Mili smiled slightly, "You're giving me that look," she determined as she gently grabbed my chin to align our eyes better.

I hummed as I stared up at her with precision, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her right now.

"I want you," I murmured, suddenly tugging at the waistband of her boxer briefs.

Mili shook her head to herself, "You're worse than me," she said, and I couldn't help but smile as I suddenly stood from my chair.

"What can I say? I love touching you—" I guided her back toward the sectional couch, "—I love how your body reacts and the faces you make...," I trailed off, holding her stare as I pushed her back onto the couch before straddling her body.

Mili slid her hands up my partially bare body, easily running her cool thumbs over my nipples and earning a hum from me.

"You are just so..." Mili trailed off in deep thought, eyeing my exposed chest before inevitably tugging at my leather pants, "Incredible—I can't even keep my hands off of you," she said as she unbuttoned my pants.

I hummed as my hands ran up her perfect body, "It's my turn—" I leaned into her, grazing my lips against hers, "Let me touch you," I murmured against her lips.

Mili reached up to the side of my neck, "Do your thing baby," she obliged, pulling me down into her so her lips could press against mine.

A warmth struck through me at her encouragement—and I couldn't stop my hands from roaming down her perfect body as I began trailing kisses away from her lips and down her neck.

Mili groaned as soon as I sucked down on her soft skin—and the sound alone managed to encourage me more.

A hum vibrated in my throat as soon as my hand slipped past her waistband, easily feeling the wetness that I had created.

Even the idea that I triggered this was enough to send my thoughts into a frenzy.

A soft breath fell from Mili's soft parted lips as soon as I began circling her warm clit, and my actions alone easily made her warm body naturally lean into me.

My stomach grew with more warmth as I pulled back to take in her beautiful face—noticing the way her heavy eyes held mine and how her lips remained parted in pleasure.

A beautiful moan fell from my girlfriend's mouth as soon as I sped up my speed, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding into her at my own pace.

"Oh my god, Atiana," Mili moaned out, which managed to encourage me even more.

Mili suddenly reached her hand up to my hair, easily gripping my head back by my dark roots.

A whimper fell from my lips as I unconsciously arched into her body, continuing my pace as my head remained pulled back by her hold.

Just like that, Mili's warm mouth was all over my neck—sucking and licking my soft skin as I shot her further and further up to her peak.

Maybe it was the Partynextdoor music playing or the alcohol roaming our systems—but everything felt so perfectly right.

Even the ceiling lights that I was staring up at were dimmed down so perfectly.

A string of Mili's beautiful moans echoed against the walls as she began tensing underneath me completely.

And I couldn't help myself from grabbing her hand in my hair and pinning it down, so I could look back down at her—easily taking in the beautiful expressions she made.

"Beautiful," I whispered as I leaned down into her, kissing her lips softly as I rolled my thumb against her swollen clit.

Mili gripped my hips as she came down from her orgasm, holding me in place as we kissed so soft and slow.

"I love you," Mili murmured against my lips.

I hummed as I pulled back from her slightly, "I love you too," I whispered back, easily bringing my wet fingers up to my lips to taste her.

Mili's dark eyes carefully watched me as she brought a hand up to gently grip my jaw, "You recall what you agreed to earlier?" she carefully questioned.

And almost immediately I was recalling the earlier half of the night.

"If I take this shot you're getting back shots."

My face burned up at her previous words, "Yeah," I whispered, suddenly feeling shy.

Mili raised a brow, "Let's grab the ibuprofen and go then," she said, suddenly guiding me off her lap.

I couldn't help but furrow my brows, suddenly thinking of so many different scenarios, "Why do we need the ibupro—"

But I was immediately cut short when Mili glanced down to my legs.

And while I was worried about being sore, I really think I'll be fine in the long run.

I think it was all just due to my first time doing that.

"I think my legs will be fine," I assured her as we stood from the couch.

Mili only hummed, "You should grab the ibuprofen," she said, clearly set on her opinion.

I only smiled slightly, "While your concern is cute, I really think I'll be fine," I said again, but Mili didn't seem to buy it in the slightest.

Especially when her dark eyes narrowed slightly.

"With all the positions I'm about to have you in..." Mili trailed off, suddenly glancing over to the kitchen, "—You need to grab the ibuprofen, Atiana."

My brows suddenly raised.

Positions as in...

Plural?

I nodded wordlessly to myself, suddenly retreating into the kitchen to the cabinet that I knew had all the medicine and first-aid related stuff.

And before I knew it, I was following Mili up to her bedroom with warm knots tying in my stomach.