Page 86 of HER SISTER

Mili was pulling me back into her body as soon as I even took a step toward Cam.

"Let go of me," I said, actively trying to pull out of her hold as Ryder and Mya instinctively took a few steps down the stairs to stand with us.

Mili only held me tighter, "You're my girl—which means you don't get your hands dirty," she murmured lowly, leaning down to my ear before she said, "I'm going to handle it."

And I couldn't even fight the warmth that covered my body—easily picking up on her words.

My girl.

It was something about those two words that made me want to get down on my knees for her a second time.

Mili suddenly walked past me towards Cam who was ending a phone call as her light eyes scanned between all of us.

And as my girlfriend got closer to her, I seemed to get more anxious.

Cam shook her head as she slid her phone into her pocket, "Look I should apologize for—"

But she was cut short when Mili didn't even hesitate to collide her fist with Cam's nose.

Both Mya and I collectively winced, while Ryder seemed to be on guard, clearly ready to jump in for Mili if needed.

Cam instinctively held her bleeding nose with a painful expression, "Okay I deserved that one after punching you," she determined mostly to herself.

Mili only shook her head, "It wasn't for that."

Cam's brows raised, "The Alyssa situation was a minute ag—"

"For disrespecting my girlfriend," Mili cut Cam's assumption short, "Don't try it again," she added, turning back around to us.

And I couldn't help but feel turned on by the way she just stood up in my honor.

The whole punching situation didn't seem to bother my girlfriend—instead, it was the way Cam spoke to me that night.

And god, that just made her even more attractive than before, and I didn't even know that was actually possible.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for that Ana," Cam suddenly spoke as she held her head up to keep the blood from dripping.

And before I could possibly say anything, Mili suddenly said, "Your apology isn't accepted."

I awkwardly pursed my lips as I leaned into Mili's warm body, walking with her down the next set of stairs as she instinctively slid her arm around my waist.

"Take care of yourself, Cam," Mya said as she followed us down the stairs with Ryder by her side, who sent Cam a nod of acknowledgment.

—

"I honestly can't believe she thought I'd do that for Alyssa."

I slid off my heels, "Why didn't you?" I questioned, halting our steps into Mili's loft.

Mili turned to face me, "Why didn't I?" she repeated back to me.

"Do that for Alyssa... Why didn't you go off on Cam when you found out about it all?" I asked, knowing I probably would've been so pissed off if someone did that to me.

Mili tilted her head, "Because I was dating Alyssa at the time—there wasn't really room to be mad at Cam," she explained as if she hadn't thought of it any other way, "Yeah, Cam fucked up but it was Alyssa who really did me wrong, and she didn't really deserve a reaction or my energy after what she did. "

I nodded hesitantly, clearly taking in her explanation, "So you just walked away—you didn't yell or anything?" I asked, clearly surprised that anyone had that much restraint.

I don't know who, but I'm fighting someone if anyone ever even touched my girlfriend in that manner.

And that's where Mili and I seemed to be different.

She handled things differently—better in my opinion.

"What was there to do? Yelling and fighting wouldn't solve anything, and I didn't have any intentions of being with her after that," Mili said.

I reached out for her torso, gently pulling her into me as I said, "And what about me?"

Mili laughed slightly, "What about you?" she questioned, clearly amused as she said, "I know you wouldn't do that."

I hummed as I stared up into her eyes, "But what if I did?" I asked, clearly wanting to see what she'd say even if I'd never even consider cheating on her.

Honestly, I don't even look at anyone like that.

No one is attractive to me except for Mili.

I mean, I don't think I'm even lesbian anymore.

I see myself identifying as Mili-sexual if that could actually be a thing.

Mili raised a slight brow, remaining silent as she thought deeply to herself about my question.

"That's different."

I tilted my head, "Different?" I questioned.

Mili hummed as her arms slid around my waist, "You know I don't play about you," she reminded me.

I looked between her eyes, "Surely when you and Alyssa were together it was the same," I said, knowing that whether I liked it or not they had dated for a while.

"It's still not the same," Mili said.

And her words alone made my head tilt, clearly wanting more of an explanation.

Mili's grip tightened around me, "I lose composure when it comes to you," she explained, lowering her tone as she leaned down to my lips, "So it's different—you're different," she added as her lips grazed mine slightly.

I hummed, suddenly feeling my stomach grow with a beautiful warmth—especially when she pressed her lips to mine.

And it wasn't surprising when the small kiss grew deeper—and before I knew it, Mili's hand was around my throat and my fingers were tugging at her dark hair.

It was insane how fast the mood could always flip between us.

"Upstairs," Mili murmured against my lips as her hands hooked under my thighs.

I hummed in acknowledgment, "Upstairs," I repeated back to her as she lifted me up into her arms.

Soon she was walking us upstairs, holding me tightly to her body as I continued kissing her soft lips at a gentle slow pace.

Mili gently sat me down on her bed, leaning over me as she dominated our soft kiss and made it deeper.

Within a matter of seconds, my small black dress was pulled over my head and flung across the room along with Mili's baggy graphic t-shirt.

I fiddled with her belt, "I want you," I murmured against her lips as I spread my legs wider.

Mili smirked against my lips, "Get on your hands and knees then baby."

And just like that, I had recalled the earlier events of the night.

Everything with Mya and Ryder—and then Cam seemed to make me forget anything else had even happened tonight.

I suddenly broke away from our kiss, sliding my underwear down before turning around on my folded knees.

Mili pressed a soft kiss to my spine, "My good girl," she murmured against my skin as she pressed soft fleeting kisses down my spine.

I hummed, basking in the way her soft lips felt against my skin.

Soon Mili was shrugged off her loosened belt and pants—easily grabbing the strap from the nightstand that she pulled on.

I drew in a deep breath as she guided me down to the bed with my arms out in front of me—easily sliding her hand down my arched spine to force me to arch even more.

A soft whimper vibrated in my throat when Mili slid her fingers up and down my wet folds—forcing me to dig my cheek even deeper into the covers as my body naturally leaned into her touch.

"You're so wet baby," Mili murmured as she aligned the strap with my entrance.

And feeling entirely emboldened, I found myself saying—

"Hard. I want it hard."

And I knew that this would be it for me.

I mean, I was already a mess the last time we did this and Mili still seemed like she was holding back.

But I don't want her to hold back anymore.

Mili paused her actions, "I don't know if you can take that Ati," she determined, easily sending warm shivers down my spine.

"But I want it," I said, looking behind my shoulder slightly with the most innocent look I could fathom, "Please? For me?" I whispered, purposely fluttering my lashes at her.

And as soon as Mili's jaw visibly tightened, I knew I had done it.

It was something about me fluttering my lashes at her that managed to get under her skin.

"Say the word and this stops," Mili reminded me.

I nodded a few times as I turned my head back to how I had it, "I know," I said as I braced myself for her first thrust.

As if on queue, Mili slowly started sinking the strap into me—

But not before she grabbed my ankles and pressed them up to the back of my thighs.

"Oh my god," I breathed out.

She was at such a deeper angle and she wasn't even that far in yet.

Mili hummed when I arched further against the strap that she managed to slide into me completely.

"You look so good like this," Mili murmured.

And before I could form a response she was sliding out of me with quickness—

Before sliding back in at a quicker and deeper pace.

I felt practically every muscle in my body tighten immediately—feeling tingles shoot down my arched spine.

"Milan," I practically screamed out, which was muffled by the cover that my face was smushed into.

Mili hummed, "I'm right here baby," she said as she continued holding my ankles up against the back of my thighs.

Strings of moans and screams fell from my parted lips when she suddenly began sliding in and out of me with quick short strokes—easily holding my body in place as I took each thrust.

And when she began rotating between different paces, I nearly lost it, especially with each stroke catching my trembling body off guard.

I was a mess as I clung to the covers, desperately taking what she was giving me.

And as soon as my body tensed completely and I tightened around the strap—I knew that was it.

And Mili knew that too—

Which is why she kept thrusting in and out of me at a quicker pace.

"Milan," I cried out as she easily sent me back up to another peak.

Mili only continued her quick pace, "I know you can do it, Ati," she said, easily deepening her strokes, "Be a good girl and arch more for me."

A deeper whimper fell from my lips as I inevitably listened to her, easily arching even more against the strap that was moving in and out of me.

"There you go baby," Mili praised me, "Let it out for me."

A string of breathless weak moans fell from my lips, feeling my body tense up yet again as she sent me into my second orgasm.

"Oh my god," I whimpered, digging my nails into the bed when Mili purposely curved the strap into me.

My chest was rising and falling wildly as I basked in my second orgasm, feeling everything inside of me come undone.

Soon Mili was gently letting my ankles back down before slowly sliding the wet strap out of me.

"You took it perfectly baby," Mili said as her hand gently rubbed my ass.

I forced out a hum as I fell into the bed completely.

I don't know how I ended up arched over for her yet again in the span of three days—but here we are...

And even if my body was already starting to ache from soreness, I couldn't bother to regret it.

Not with how warm I was from the afterglow of my orgasms.