Chapter 196
"Try moving your hips on your own," Killian instructed her. She had the freedom of taking control in this position and finding what angle suited her the most. He released his hold on her and stopped moving so she could take the lead.
Amelia wished he would continue as they were doing as she was nervous about her inexperience. Still, she would try her best and if it wasn’t good now she would try to be better next time.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and started to move on her own. Going slow at first to pace herself as she lifted her body and went back down on his length. Not once did she look away from Killian as she needed to see his expressions.
Killian placed his hands on each side of his body on the bed to keep his balance and leaned back slightly to watch her. It was quite the sight to see her ride his length. He could tell she was nervous but once she got used to it and figured out what she was meant to do, her confidence increased. This was what he liked about her. She knew how to adapt well. To the north and moments like this.
He would help her get rid of her nervousness and bring out the same confidence she had when going up against her enemies. Soon, he wouldn’t need to guide her each step in their intimacy.
"Am I doing it right?" Amelia asked, continuing to move up and down just as Killian had done before he stopped. She felt breathless each time she came back down and settled on his length which became buried deep inside of her.
She moved her waist in a circular motion to feel more of him inside of him before lifting herself once more. Amelia could feel him pulsing inside of her and a bit of his warmth was released but she knew he was not finished yet.
"There is no possible way you could have done this wrong. Do what feels natural," he guided her, still not moving his hands to help her. Killian clenched his fists because of the way she moved her waist; he was nestled inside of her before lifting herself again. She was learning quickly. Perhaps too quickly since it was becoming hard to keep his hands off of her.
There was nothing more beautiful than the sight of her moving her hips on her own, her mouth opened as she moaned his name and a few curses, and her messy hair which stuck to her skin in a few areas because of sweat. He wanted to run his hands through her hair but if he moved his hands now he would do more than just touch her hair.