The way he moved between gentle and rough.
I didn’t pay much attention to the fact he was pulling me over him, lifting my leg to straddle his waist. His cock instantly bumped my already sensitive clit, and I gasped into his mouth causing him to grin.
“This is your chance to take control. I want to know you, Meyah. I’m going to discover everything about you. What makes you hot. What sets you alight. How far you want to take this.”
“As far as it will go,” I answered straight away.
“Show me.”
I swallowed my nerves, taking his length in my hand and standing straight up, before rising on my knees and positioning myself over it. Taking a deep breath, I gently lowered down, the feeling of it filling me—stretching me—with my fists clenching on Ham’s chest.
I rose back up and then pressed down again, each time a little deeper, each time a little faster, building my rhythm.
His hands settled on my hips. He did little to try and control me, his fingers occasionally digging into my skin and letting me know he was feeling it. The way he watched me was intense, and at one moment he reached up, and when I thought he was going to grab my hair in his fist, he simply swept it back from my face before drawing my mouth forward to his pressing a gentle but powerful kiss to my lips.
Sometimes I got bossy alpha male Ham, sometimes I got sweet, tender Ham. I honestly didn’t care which one I got, they both lit my body on fire and made me feel like more than just another girl. Although, Ham has never made me feel like just another girl.
There’s that saying that once you find the right person, you’ll realize why it never worked with anyone else.
That was this moment.
Sex with Nick had been messy and clumsy and felt more like a chore that you’re obliged to do. There was no intimacy, no passion, or need to just be in each other’s arms.
Not like it was with Ham.
He rocked a little faster, lifting his feet and placing them on the bed, so he could raise his hips and meet me halfway, the power of his thrusts suddenly becoming harder and deeper, forcing a gasp from my lips on every single one.
We moved like one, each of us reading the other—when to speed up, when to slow down, by listening to the other person’s breathing and the noises they made. It was about giving just as much as getting. I wanted to give him what he needed just as much as he wanted to bring me to that place where I could feel alive.
My lips latched onto his neck, the climb to the top starting as a slow build.
People would say I’m young, that I don’t know my body, or that I’m not ready, but it didn’t matter because he did. I may not have been the most sexual being in the world, but with him, I’d grow. We’d grow together.
“Hold tight, baby,” he growled, his hands moving from my hips, his arms wrapping around my waist holding me securely and not allowing me to move. I braced my body over him, looking down at him, licking my lips as he drove inside me forcing me to throw my head back and moan loudly.
So much for letting me have control.
Thrust after thrust, more powerful, more intense. He slipped in and out so damn easily, my pussy wet and craving him.
I tried to draw in a breath, but just as I managed to find it, I started falling over that edge into the abyss. My whole body shook, and with one last hard thrust, he seated himself inside me, the pulsing of my orgasm pulling him so tightly.
“Damn Meyah…” he groaned loudly burying his face in my hair, his body twitching as he came and came. “Fucking, damn.”
I didn’t want to move, parts of my body numb, other parts feeling like they might go off again if we weren’t too careful. “I’m not getting up,” I murmured into the side of his neck. His pulse was pounding so hard, I could feel it against my cheek. I turned my head just slightly and pressed my lips to it.
“Good, ‘cause neither am I,” he replied, pushing his hips up again and laughing when I pinched his arm. After a quiet pause, he added, “You think your uncle is waiting outside the door ready to shoot me?”
I giggled quietly under my breath. “No. I don’t think he’d want to hear that,” I prodded. “He’d probably at least wait until you got downstairs.”
“In that case, round two?”