Page 74 of Unscripted with Mila

She cried out, tightening around me, clutching my back, scoring me with her blunt nails as she spasmed. I rode it out, finally giving in and orgasming. It blasted through my body, skyrocketing me fifty thousand feet in the air, tumbling and groaning as I floated back to earth.

I collapsed, pushing her into the mattress, breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me close. For a moment, I bathed in the afterglow, then rolled to the side and gathered her into my arms.

For a moment, there was silence. I wasn’t sure what to say after such a profound experience. Mila turned her head and pressed a kiss to my damp skin.

“So that is what all the fuss is about.”

I began to laugh, holding her tight.

“It only gets better, Shortcake.”

“Holy shit,” she muttered. “I’ll probably expire.”

“I’ll save you.”

She snuggled closer. “I think you already have.”

I pressed a kiss to her head. “No, you have that wrong. I think you saved me.”

I tucked an arm under my head, still holding her. “But where do we go from here, Mila?”

“Forward.”

“Together?”

She was quiet. “Do you want that?”

“Yes. But I think the bigger question is if you want that.” I sighed. “I know I’m a lot to take on.”

“I did a bunch of research again. Some of the stats are scary.”

“I know.”

She slid a finger under my chin, turning my face. “But sometimes the risks are worth it. They bring the sweetest rewards. I think you’re worth it.”

I lowered my head and nuzzled her lips. “Thank you.”

She yawned and I smiled. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning. I’m not due on set until twelve.”

“You won’t leave?” she asked, drowsy and soft.

“No, baby. Not until you tell me to.”

“Okay. I guess you’re stuck with me forever, then.”

Forever. I could live with that.

* * *

I woke up the next morning alone. I slid my hand across the still-warm sheets, but Mila was gone. I sat up, relaxing when I heard the water running in the shower. I got up, stopping in the doorway, watching her. Her hair was wet, streaming down her back, the color darkened by the water, reminding me of the first time I saw her in the pool. Unable to help myself, I stepped in behind her, wrapping my arms around her and dropping my head to her neck, nuzzling the skin.

She jumped, then relaxed back into my embrace. “Hi,” she whispered.

I spun her in my arms and covered her mouth with mine, kissing her until she was breathless. “Hey, Shortcake.”

She snuggled into me, and I kissed her head. “Okay this morning?”

She leaned back, the water sluicing through her hair. “Last night was amazing.”