Taming Precious Sinclair (17 page)

“Precious... You’ve had a lot of wine and I should never have allowed you to start this.”

“Don’t blame the wine Hamilton. Like I said... I want you...and the wine has nothing to do with it.”

Her hand lay on his length, stroking and gently squeezing him. Her teasing touch felt damn good but he couldn’t think clearly with her doing that. Hamilton stilled her hand with his. She stared at him with pleading in her eyes.
If she only knew
, he thought to himself. Precious meant the world to him. He said...

“Precious... If we do this. If we make love... For me...this won’t be just about sex. When I take you into my arms... I will make love to you.”

Her expression remained the same and he wasn’t sure if she fully understood. She leaned in closer to him saying...

“All right. I get it. And that’s exactly what I want from you.” She lay her palm on the side of his face. Precious pressed her lips on his, flitting her tongue, urging him to open his mouth. When he did, she slipped pass his lips, exploring and deepening their kiss. Hamilton pulled her closer still. There was something different about her. But even as his body gave him permission to move forward; portions of his brain went dark. For now, in this instant. Hamilton only welcomed thoughts concerning him and his Precious.

Hamilton gathered her up, guiding her to the floor beside him. He hooked a finger on a comforter; making a place for them to lay in front of the fire. Before she lay down, he eased her out of her clothes; kissing her flesh when parts of her body were exposed to him. Hamilton removed his clothes without the fanfare. He didn’t have the patience to experience what he’d just put her through.

When Precious lay naked on the blanket, in front of the fire; Hamilton’s eyes admired her. He took in every part of her before slowly lowering to her feet. Starting at her toes, he kissed a trail of affection up the length of her body. He stopped at pulse points; paying close attention to these areas, especially around her groin. When he got to her abdomen, he swirled his tongue in the dimple of her navel. Precious giggled because the sensation was a combination of tickles and vibrating pleasure. When he lifted, seeing her breast again. His memory was flooded with his first glimpse. He was greedy, taking in as much of her as his mouth would allow; squeezing her flesh with his tongue and his upper palate.

Precious screamed, then gasped. His onslaught felt like a bolt of lightning; all at once, he’d sent shivers coursing through every cell in her body. She cradled his head with her hand, causing him to lift and stare at her. In his eyes she saw so much passion.

“Tell me how you like it. Fast. Slow. Hard. Soft.”

“Just do me. Have your way Hamilton.”

She wondered if he understood. She didn’t want this experience to remind her of any other man. Even though she’d liberally dated; Precious had only taken two men to bed. These men had been experienced and she’d learned a thing or two since being with them. But this time; with Hamilton. She wanted to create a new set of mental pictures. Something that she would never forget. In other words. Whatever Hamilton did. However he did it to her. It really didn’t matter because the man making love to her, is Hamilton Gantry. Whatever he did, it would be their first experience, and she would cherish these moments.

Hamilton waited a second more before wedging his cock in the center of her legs. He teased her lips with a tempting prelude of what she should expect.

“So... Tell me Precious. How can I please you?”

She let her hand travel down his chest, gliding pass his stomach, to take hold of him. He grimaced, then a smile spread across his face.

“Soooo....” He said, dragging out the letter ‘O’.

“You want all of me.”

He lowered, kissing her lips. His tongue darted hungrily, seeking to be pleased and to please. Then he said...

“Okay.”

Hamilton tested out her opening. Dipping in one finger, then two and finally three. As he inserted each finger, Precious would moan then squirm; gyrating her hips in wave like motions. The third finger was a tight fit, causing him to frown.

“I think we’ll have to take this slow honey. I don’t want to hurt you.”

This time when he lowered to kiss her, his mouth captured hers completely. His lips and tongue made love to her mouth like no man had ever kissed her in the past. His fingers ran up and down her arm. Precious hugged the base of his back; noting how strong he was. She glided her hands up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hamilton shifted forward; gently nudging his cock to spread her folds. When his head squeezed pass her opening, he was welcomed by the warmth of her wet flesh. He drew back, then pushed in further. With each slowly timed thrust; the walls of her vagina tightly sheathed him. He marveled over the sensation. As a rule, Hamilton ardently practiced safe sex and he always used condoms. But when he brought Precious to his mountain home, he’d never dreamed that he would be gifted with this pleasure. It never occurred to him that their attraction would lead to anything as wonderful as this. Yet, regardless of the circumstances and rules that governed his sexual activity; Hamilton wouldn’t trade this feeling for all the money in the world. Every fiber of his being thrilled to be inside of her. For Hamilton; this wasn’t a feeling for the minute and he knew this feeling had eclipsed every other heartfelt emotion. He knew this because his heart and brain were in full agreement. When he’d told Precious that he wanted to make love to her; he’d meant it, in every sense of the word.

Precious bit firmly on her lower lip, biting back her cries. The burn from the friction was like a wildfire. The tightness of her muscles required that her body stretch to accommodate his length and girth. Even though her brain interpreted the burn as pain; in the center of her legs the feelings fueled her desire. Her body had sprung back to life and the infusion was solely due to Hamilton. Every part of her body sang due to his touch and she couldn’t get enough of him.

Hamilton lifted her leg, firmly gripping the back of her thigh. He wedged in closer, gaining the space he would need to maneuver his length. With each push of his hip, his thrust slid his firmness in further, until he finally brushed her os. Then, after he’d eased pass that point, his driving plunges jostled her insides, colliding into the lower half of her uterus. From the beginning, he’d wanted all of her and he’d gotten lost in their lovemaking. Beneath him, he felt her body jerk, shocked by the sudden invasion. He pressed his lips on the side of her neck; showering her with tender kisses. When she stilled, and her body rocked in motion. Hamilton joined her; pairing his moves with hers. With a steady growing pace; he pushed and thrust his shaft slickly in the depths of her folds.

She dug in her nails at the base of his butt cheeks, edging him to go deeper and faster. Precious craved the hurt. She didn’t want to be denied any part of him. It didn’t matter that his cock was huge and bigger than anything she’d ever had. What mattered was that he was currently inside of her and she wanted all of him. So, she pressed him to push harder and not to stop.

Hamilton could feel his body coming to the edge and he didn’t want to go there without taking Precious with him. He shifted one hip, narrowing his pressure dead center. Her clit was hard and swollen; requiring very little attention to make her burst in ecstasy. So, when Hamilton centered his thrust, immediately Precious felt her body explode. She yelled out curses, his name and other profanities. Her body had never experienced anything quite like this. Even her ears were buzzing and her heart was slamming in her chest. If that wasn’t bad or good enough. Not more than a few seconds passed, when Hamilton experienced his orgasm. While making love, she’d thought his cock had fully conquered every part of her insides but she’d been wrong. His mind-boggling eruption sent his dick slamming into the deepest depths of her body. While his body filled her with his seed; Precious dug her nails into his flesh. But Hamilton’s orgasm had been so extreme; he didn’t even feel the stinging pain created by her nails. Not long after that, his body fell limp; sated and glad to have her lying beneath him.

The warmth from the fire and their exhausting lovemaking had left them spent. They were sealed with a sheen of sweat and they didn’t move for fear of rattling something important. They both were still humming from their orgasm.

Hamilton lifted his head, just enough to catch a glimpse of her. She was smiling at him. He gently kissed her, then he said...

“Am I too heavy on you?”

“Not much. Just a little.”

Hamilton started to move, but Precious locked her arms around his neck. She didn’t want this moment to end yet.

“Don’t move Hamilton. I like the feel of your body laying on top of me. Stay.” She said. Hamilton lowered, tucking his head in the nook of her shoulder. He said...

“Precious... I didn’t use a condom. I hope that won’t be a problem for you.”

She sighed saying...

“Too late to be worried about that now. Besides... I’m on the pill. No worries there. As for those other things. I just recently had my physical. I’m good.”

Hamilton said...

“Well, I’m not on the pill... But, I’m good too.”

She pinched his side saying...

“Wiseass.”

He laughed, then he said...

“All joking aside. I have to agree with you. You are good, Amelia Precious Sinclair. You’re very,
very
good.”

Precious heard a hint of seriousness in his tone. She said...

“Hamilton. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’ve never done anything like this before. I mean... I’ve never done this without dating and even then, it only happened twice. I mean, not twice...” Her words were all a jumble and she felt like a school girl; admitting that she’d not been with many men. But she wanted him to know because she didn’t take sex lightly.

He lifted, rolling off of her to lay on his side. He traced his hand down the side of her face. Precious turned on her side to face him. He was so beautiful to her. Tall, dark and handsome. Eyes so light, that the iris barely contained any color. The subtle hint of gray forced you to seek it out; demanding that it show itself. Everything about him was absolutely perfect and the fact that he was a glorious hanging hunk of man... Well, that was definitely a favorable feature.

She listened to him when he said...

“You don’t need to tell me about your past. I know the type of person that you are Precious. And for the record... I don’t go in for one night stands either.”

He leaned in close, giving her a kiss, then he said...

“This floor has to be uncomfortable to you.” He tilted his head, taking her view in from this angle. “Precious... Will you sleep with me tonight?”

She smiled and asked...

“Which bed... Your’s or mines.”

Hamilton stretched, then he rose lowering to offer his hand to help her up.

He said...

“Let’s try my room out tonight. Tomorrow, we can give your bed a try.”

“I like the sound of that.” She said in a whisper.

He lifted the blankets from the floor, draping one over her shoulder, then laying the other one along the back of the sofa. For himself; Hamilton chose to walk her to his bedroom in the raw. He didn’t need the covering.

When they crossed over the threshold to his room, neither knew where this night would take them. Then in the bigger scheme of things; in the moment, neither cared. The passion that they’d shared had been magnificent; too rich for words. In the morning, there would be time enough to sort out the details. But for now... In this moment, they only wanted the soothing balm felt by their tender touches.

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Precious woke with a start; immediately realizing that she was alone. She stretched like a cat, wiggling out the tangles of her body. She extended her arm, smoothing her hand over the spot where Hamilton had laid. Her lips parted in a smile; Precious loved the feel of expensive high thread count sheets. The warmth of Hamilton’s body was long gone but just being in his bed drudged up any number of deliciously naughty feelings. Last night, after she trailed beside him, finally landing in his bed. Hamilton lay beside her, reverencing her body. His hands swept down her back and in each sweep, she felt as if her skin would never be the same. Each series of touches or kisses was better than the last, and he varied the sequences. Hamilton kept her guessing; never knowing exactly what he would do next. When he pressed his lips on to hers, the taste of his tongue mixed in her mouth. A cascade of thoughts flooded her mind; telling her that this passion was reserved only for her. The way his pull drew every drop of energy from her; in his lovemaking, he demanded all she had to give. Precious had never met a man who enjoyed kissing as much as he did. But as she puzzled over this, it occurred to her; Hamilton Gantry knew his way around a woman’s body. His mouth was an instrument used for making love and he wielded it well. Last night, he’d licked, flicked, sucked and did all manner of naughty things with his tongue. After making love to her again, he’d pressed their bodies to lay in a spooning position. He was much taller than her but her body fit perfectly in the curve of him. Not long after they settled down, Precious felt her body slipping away from her. She gave in to the sleep. When her eyes opened this morning; she couldn’t recall a time when her body had rested so well. She sat up straight, peering around Hamilton’s bedroom. Unlike her room, there were several personal touches. On his walls there were pictures of the property. Some of the places, she recognized. In one of the frames, Precious saw Hamilton posed with a dog. She knew the breed; the dog was a black Labrador retriever. She frowned, then asked herself, “Does Hamilton Gantry own a dog?” The idea of this confounded her. The man was a total mystery to her. As this thought tripped through her mind, she lifted the covers; viewing her nakedness. Precious had slept with a man she knew so little about. Sure, she’d know him for the better part of a year but her information didn’t include any intimate details. Things like... How did Hamilton take his coffee? Then she recalled seeing a mug cradled in his hand. In spite of that, Precious have never actually watched him while he added his fixings. She didn’t know if he took his coffee black, with cream and sugar or maybe even honey. Then she considered this home, that sat secluded in the mountains. This place had seemed so peculiar to her, coupled with Hamilton. Precious had always assumed, in his free time; Hamilton would be doing other things. Not the outdoors activities he appeared so fond of. There was a part of him that enjoyed getting down and dirty. As she recalled seeing him with his ax, Precious ran a hand down the length of her inner thigh. And in that instant, she didn’t care about her carelessness or her lacking knowledge. Her body ached with a burn in a wonderful way. She still felt tingling remnants from the orgasms she’d experienced. It had been a long while, since she’d last had sex. Parts of her body had awoken from a cold weary slumber. In her past, sex had become a routine and at times, she loathed the tedious ritual. The two partners in her past had done little to excite her passion. Unlike those other men, Hamilton had infused a part of himself inside of her; giving her new meaning and showing her what lovemaking is really all about. She’d wanted this; not just the mind blowing sex. Precious had wanted Hamilton Gantry from the first moment she’d walked into the room to be interviewed for the show. While Artie flirted, hammering her with his questions. All the while, during her interview; Hamilton had watched in complete silence. In her peripheral vision, she’d noticed the way he studied and stared at her. At times, he would look away when their eyes would drift, then connect. There had always been a blazing attraction from the very beginning and somewhere in the well of her mind; Precious had concluded a thought. If their orbits continued to cross paths; with their attraction, a collision was inevitable. That’s what she’d told herself. That’s how she justified last night. She’d taken him, then she’d given him her body. Precious inhaled, knowing that she wouldn’t punish herself for acting on an inevitable probability. That would be foolish and she was anything but that.