Page 95 of Unscripted with Mila

“But sex is important.”

“Yes. But your tongue and fingers still work. We’d figure it out.”

I blinked at her.

“I survived thirty-odd years without sex, Nick. If we had to be inventive while you found what you needed to be healthy, I could handle it.”

“Has anyone ever told you how amazing you are?” I breathed out.

“I’d like it if you showed me.”

I swept her up in my arms. “I’m going to show you. Several times.”

She laughed softly. “Hurry, Nick.”

* * *

I tripped over my suitcase I had placed in her room earlier. I cursed as I stumbled and fell onto her bed, with her pinned underneath me.

“Oommph,” she gasped. “Slow down, Nick. Don’t kill me.”

“Hurry, slow, which way, baby?” I groaned, laughing as I pulled away, only for her to yank me back down.

“Every way,” she whispered. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” She paused. “I love you, Nick.”

I stared at her. “Say it again.”

“I know it’s fast, but I love you.”

“Fuck being fast,” I growled. “I love you too, Shortcake. So fucking much.”

I covered her mouth with mine, relearning her sweetness. We rolled and twisted, pulling at our clothing, tugging on the material that separated us until we were bare and our skin touched, her softness melding into my harder planes.

“God, you feel so good,” I moaned. “You’re so soft, Mila. So beautiful.”

I pulled on her ponytail, letting the thick tresses flow over my hands. “I love your hair.” I kissed the juncture of her neck. “How you smell right here. So fucking sweet.”

She cried out as I sucked her nipples, mumbling how flawlessly they fit into my hands. I kissed my way down her body, settling between her legs. I looked up, meeting her gaze. “And how you taste here, baby. Musk, honey, and you. The perfect combination.” I licked at her clit, smiling at her whimper as her head fell back. I teased her, stroking the velvet heat and wetness I had missed so much. I kissed her pussy the way I kissed her mouth, stroking deeply with my tongue, tasting her. I slid my fingers in, groaning at how tight she still was, the way she gripped my digits, knowing in a few moments she would grip my cock and hold me inside her body. I played with her until she cried out, gasping my name and coming around my mouth and fingers. I kept at her until she was boneless and limp, then I sat up, pressing her thighs open, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“My turn, Mila.”

I slid into her, savoring the moment. Inch by inch, I sank into her, feeling her pull. Her desire. When I was fully seated, I ran my hand down her sternum. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, our gazes locking.

“It’s gonna be hard. I’ve been waiting.”

“Give it to me.”

I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her to my lap. She gasped at the feel of me lodged so deep inside her. I groaned at the intense sensation of how she squeezed around me.

“Hold tight.”

I began to move, thrusting up into her heat. She buried her face into my neck, her arms holding me tight. I was surrounded by her. Her hair tickled my thighs and my chin. Her scent drifted into my nose. She dug her nails into my skin. I held her tight, cupping her ass with one hand, working the plump flesh. I rocked into her hard, and she rode with me, our bodies in perfect sync. I felt the stirring of my orgasm, the tendrils of the pleasure beginning to wrap around my spine. I shouted her name as I succumbed. The heat of my release washed over me as I spilled inside her. My nerves were on overload, the sweat pouring down my back. I hissed and groaned, held her tightly and exploded. Ecstasy I’d never experienced enveloped me, and for a few moments, I was mindless, floating in a sea of intense pleasure. Mila cried out as another orgasm hit her, and she clutched at me, sobbing my name and milking me dry.

We stilled, our bodies locked in a tight embrace, the room around us still. My chest rose and fell rapidly, pushing into hers. She lifted her face, her cheeks damp and flushed, her mouth red. I captured her lips and kissed her, pouring all the emotion I felt into that kiss. She returned it with the same passion. I carefully laid her back and untangled our limbs, stretching out next to her and gathering her close.

“Wow,” she whispered. “You really missed me.”