Page 73 of Unscripted with Mila

“Yes, my love,” he whispered. “It does.”

He framed my face with his hands and kissed me. Long, slow, and sweet. He settled between my legs, his hard cock pressing on my tight entrance. He bent one leg against my chest, opening me farther, and carefully, he notched himself inside me.

My eyes flew open, my body already tight with pain. He apologized against my lips. “I’m sorry, baby. It’ll get better. I promise.”

He moved, and I felt more pain. I gasped at the feeling. I was full. Too full. The pressure was incredible, and I tensed around him. “I’ll stop,” he murmured. “Right now.”

“No. Just give me a minute.”

He held himself still. I felt his body tremble from holding back. I knew he wouldn’t move until I told him to, no matter the effort it cost him. The pain receded a little, and I nodded.

He moved again, and this time, the pain wasn’t as bad. A small, dull ache I could ignore. As he withdrew, I shivered, a moan escaping my mouth.

“Shh,” he soothed, gliding a hand down my torso and sliding it between us. “I’ll help you forget.” His touch on my clit was light, soft, and indulgent. It relaxed me, and I took in a deep breath.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Open for me.”

I let out a shuddering breath, and I felt him slide in deeper. My gasp was more about pleasure than pain. My body began to respond, and I whimpered his name. He kissed me again. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I have to move.”

“Slow,” I begged.

He pulled back, thrusting forward gently. It felt better this time, and I eased my grip on his shoulders. He did it again, and I felt the flicker of pleasure. I looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Again,” I pleaded. “Oh God, please, Nick.”

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he replied and kissed me again. This time, he was hungry, devouring my lips and mouth ferociously. The pain was diminished but the pleasure built as he began to move, and I held on for dear life, unsure if I would survive.

But what a way to go.

* * *

NICHOLAS

Inside Mila was extraordinary. The heat and tightness that surrounded my cock was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I had been miserable without her the past two days. Nothing felt right. My mind was everywhere but where it should be, and it had reflected in my performance. Amber had pulled me aside, asking me what was going on.

“You’re as stiff as a board. Where is your head?”

Desperate, I shut out everything else and became Duncan. I lost myself in the role, but as usual, when the lights went out and the camera stopped rolling, I was left adrift. My thoughts immediately went back to Mila. Her subtle rejection at the pool haunted me. It shouldn’t. I had no expectations of her. She owed me nothing. She certainly didn’t owe me her virginity. She had been saving herself for the right man, and we both knew I wasn’t him.

Except, dammit, I wanted to be.

Everything about that small woman called to me. Her voice and her laughter. Her teasing. Her stubbornness. The way she had gone toe-to-toe with MJ had shocked me. Delighted me. Appalled me. The last thing I wanted was for her to be on MJ’s radar, yet the fact that she had stuck up for me was incredibly touching.

How quickly she had gotten under my skin was astounding. The protectiveness she made me feel for her was new and unusual. I had never experienced that with another woman I had dated. The desire I felt for her was strong. The need to be close to her was intense.

The sadness at the thought of not seeing her was overwhelming.

I had given up the fight when I got back to the hotel. I showered and planned to go to bed, but I knew I couldn’t. I had gone up to her room, standing outside her door, texting her like the coward I was. Giving her the chance to say no without having to look in my eyes. Desperately praying she would open the door for me.

The need on her face when she did was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself anymore. I couldn’t get close enough to her. Kiss her deeply enough to satisfy me. Touch or taste her enough to ease the ache I felt.

And now, buried inside her, the emotion ran rampant. I never wanted to be separated from her again. I never wanted a day to pass without kissing her. Touching her.

I moved inside her, feeling the way she gripped me. Listened to her little noises. Experienced this with her. Felt that male pride, knowing I was the only one who ever had. The only one who ever would.

Our gazes locked in the soft light. Her wondrous eyes were wide and filled with the same emotions I was feeling. Her mouth was open, little gasps escaping as I pumped steadily into her. Her lips were wet and swollen from mine. Her abraded nipples rubbed on my chest as I hovered over her, our skin gliding together. She was slick and hot, tight and perfect around me. I felt her muscles fluttering, and I knew I could make her come. I needed her to come. I was frantic for her release. I kissed her, our tongues mating the same way our bodies were, and I slipped my fingers between us and rubbed light circles on her clit.