Taming Sophie
Part Five
by sarAdora

When Jess knocked on her door to pick her up for the next date, he was determined to get further than first base. The kissing had surprised him. He expected to enjoy kissing this infuriating woman but he hadn't expected to crave the touch of her lips on his. It was good,  he mused. Who the hell am I kidding? It was great! The rest is gonna be fantastic! Now... to convince Sophie.

His initial plan was to play it cool, keep his hands off, and be friendly but a little standoffish. Let her wonder why I'm not pawing her. Let her make the first move. Yeah! I can do that.

They were going to the county fair. Sophie had never been to one and was eager to visit all the booths and concessions and see what there was to see. She thought long and hard about what to wear to this kind of event. There were sure to be animals on display... what if Jess decided to give her a close-up and personal view of some of the smellier ones? She couldn't milk a cow or ride a horse. And goats... they smelled, didn't they? If she wore blue jeans and boots... she might get more than she bargained for.

Jess planned to shake her hand when she answered the door, tell her she looked pretty as a picture and then be on their way. He brought a basket of yellow daisies.

Sophie answered the door with a smile on her face and eyed the pretty basket in his hands. "Are those for me? I love daisies."

"Daisies," he murmured, stymied for any other words to say. Sophie wore a cream colored sun dress. There was a pattern of pink roses and deep purple violets at the hem, and a single violet in the center of each of the narrow straps that crossed her very pretty shoulders. They were the same color as her eyes and he blinked, hoping he wasn't drowning in them.

"Are you all right?" she asked with a slight curve of her lips.

"Okay," he whispered, his eyes taking in her long dark hair, the fullness of her bodice, her small waist and the alluring curve of hips. Her sandals were open-toe and he swallowed hard when he saw her pretty red painted toenails. She looked good enough to eat and Jess Lawrence, bon vivant, was suddenly starving.

"I'm ready when you are," she said, taking his hand after she set the basket on a nearby table.

"Glad to hear that," Jess replied, forgetting his resolve to keep his distance and when she took his hand, he pulled her in close and wrapped his arms around her. One good whiff of her perfume - jasmine - put him over the edge. His mouth came down hard as he scooped her up and once their lips met, the county fair was forgotten.

"I want you, Sophie."

"Didn't I tell you not to touch?"

"Gonna blister your ass if you push me away," he murmured.

"How are you going to do that if I push you away? Won't you be too far?"

"You're gonna burn if you keep teasing me, woman."

"How?" she asked, a different tone creeping into her voice, sultry... and husky and hungry.

"You want me. I know you do," he answered with self-confidence. "You've wanted me all along."

"You are so wrong," she laughed, then paused. She *did* want him but wasn't sure why.

"Am I?" he asked as he set her back on her feet and pushed her up against a wall. His hands caressed, fingers teasing the curve of her breast, his erection hard and evident as he pushed his body against hers.

They fit well together.

He whispered what he was going to do... velvet threats and impossible promises... his words making her knees go weak and her breath catch. Then he carried every one of them out... Pushing his body into hers, he pinned her against the wall. He yanked her dress out of the way, ripping the hem. Her thighs were spread with a not-so-gentle hand and he quickly unzipped his fly. Her panties became inconsequential as he shoved his thickened erection against her crotch and when he realized she was wet, he tore that little bit of silk. Slowly... ever so slowly and with great restraint, he worked his way into her tight sweet flesh.

His voice skittered over her skin, the whispered words unintelligible in her ears, sounds and breaths like cumulous clouds - full and fluffy and soft to her senses - large and hovering - like his body - almost menacing in intensity.

"Jess..." a slight hesitancy to her voice.

"I want you," he groaned, thrusting slowly, his body spreading her wider. "Tell me you want me, too."

"I do," she began. "But I think..."

"Don't think," he implored. "Just enjoy."

"Did you rip my panties?" she managed to gasp as if that were the most important thing happening.

"Gonna love you so good, so much, so hard," he said between breaths. "Then I'm going to take you over my knee and toast your bottom until you think you'll never sit again." His words poured into her mouth as his lips moved over her. His voice remained soft but laden with censure as his thrusts increased... harder, faster... Before the act had completely unfolded, he looked at her and caught her eyes gazing at his... liquid with desire... He watched as her mouth opened in admission of her need and knew he had touched her lonely places. She knew it, too. With constant persistence, he had rubbed against each and every soft spot she had and exposed them.

She was his.

"Not gonna give you up, Sophie. Never gonna let you go. You're mine now."

They slipped to the floor to regain their breaths, her clothes askew, his trousers and shorts at his ankles, both of them uncaring. Their limbs were entangled and for a moment, it took thought and too much effort to untwine. She was comfortable where she was; he didn't want to let her go.

She moved slightly.

"No," he growled.

"I wanted to let you know I was interested... wanted to get to know you a little better before we... This wasn't what I had in mind and this doesn't mean..."

"Haven't forgotten that you're a tease," he mumbled as he shifted her in his arms, one hand moving down her back to cup her round bottom, the other making her shiver as his palm skimmed over her breast. "Haven't forgotten that I owe you a spanking big time," he added and bent her back over his arm so he could kiss her again.

"You spank me and you're history," she told him, her deep amethyst eyes glaring.

"This might just turn into an historical day," he chuckled as he caught her lips, kissed her deeply and then promptly turned her over his lap.

~ End Part Five ~

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