arousal. But she was too aroused, herself, to think of anything but enjoying more. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she immersed herself in the kiss. Somewhere in its midst,
he began to caress her breasts, but that fact was lost amid the overall headiness of what she felt.
"Hold on for a second, babe," he dragged his mouth from hers to whisper. He tried to ease her away but she made a throaty sound of protest and tightened her grip on him. Reaching back for her wrists, he dragged them forward.
"Wait. I want to touch you." He held her gaze while he covered her breasts with his hands. After a second he began to knead her flesh. It was the most wonderful thing Faith had felt yet. Her expression told him so.
"Didn't Jack do this to you?"
She nodded.
"But it didn't feel like this."
"What does it feel like?"
"Good. I don't know. Really good. Did Joanna like it when you touched her breasts?"
He shook his head.
"It embarrassed her. Does it embarrass you?"
Faith swallowed. She was breathing more quickly again, and he wasn't even kissing her anymore.
"No. It makes me hot."
"I want to take off your shirt."
"Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe this is enough." But he chose that minute to rub his thumbs over her nipples, which were distinct even through her bra and sweatshirt.
"Mmm, do it." She reached for the hem herself, and while she was pulling the sweatshirt over her head. Sawyer unhooked her bra. By the time she lowered her arms, she was naked from the waist up. For a minute, she sat very still looking up at him. Her expression would have been wary if her features were working right, but they didn't seem to be responding efficiently to the commands of her brain.
"Is this right, what we're doing?" she managed to ask. She was feeling warm and tingly and more than a little muzzy.
"Oh, yeah," he professed a bit brashly.
"We're the best of friends, Faith. Nothing between us is wrong. Here." He held his wine glass to her lips and gave her a drink, then took one himself. Then he set the glass aside and touched her.
"You have very beautiful breasts. They stand there, just waiting for me."
"Joanna's didn't stand there?"
"They sagged."
She sputtered out a laugh.
"You're awful!"
"I'm serious," he said, but softly. His eyes didn't stray from her breasts, and as he talked, his hand moved lightly, if a bit unsteadily over her flesh.
"I didn't really see them much. She kept them well hidden. I think she was ashamed of her body." Raising his eyes to hers, he said, "You're not. I can feel it in you. You're proud to be a woman. That's really refreshing, Faith. Do you know how refreshing it is?"
For a minute, Faith couldn't say a word. He was brushing his fingers over the tips of her breasts. She fancied there was a wire stretching from that point to another point deep inside her. With each brush of his fingers the wire twisted.
"Faith?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you okay?"
"I think so."
"How does that feel?"
"Incredibly" -Her voice caught. She tried again.
"Incredibly nice."
But just then, the wire snapped. She came forward and up on her knees, looking for his kiss. He gave it to her with just the force she needed, but even before the kiss was over, the hunger had grown.
Hugging him tightly, she cried, "Sawyer?" Her mouth was by his ear, her high-pitched cry urgent.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Something's hurting. I'm feeling so empty inside that it's hurting.
Help me. Please, help me. "
Sawyer was feeling the same hurt. It had managed to surface through the aura of pleasure that was clouding his view of reality.
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart." He held her tightly for a minute, but the feel of her bare back beneath his arms, not to mention the heaven of her breasts against his chest, drove him on.
"Okay," he whispered. He took her mouth in a kiss at the same time that he reached for the snap of her jeans. The zipper was quickly down. She scrambled back to push at the denim and her panties. Together they shimmied both from her
he began to caress her breasts, but that fact was lost amid the overall headiness of what she felt.
"Hold on for a second, babe," he dragged his mouth from hers to whisper. He tried to ease her away but she made a throaty sound of protest and tightened her grip on him. Reaching back for her wrists, he dragged them forward.
"Wait. I want to touch you." He held her gaze while he covered her breasts with his hands. After a second he began to knead her flesh. It was the most wonderful thing Faith had felt yet. Her expression told him so.
"Didn't Jack do this to you?"
She nodded.
"But it didn't feel like this."
"What does it feel like?"
"Good. I don't know. Really good. Did Joanna like it when you touched her breasts?"
He shook his head.
"It embarrassed her. Does it embarrass you?"
Faith swallowed. She was breathing more quickly again, and he wasn't even kissing her anymore.
"No. It makes me hot."
"I want to take off your shirt."
"Maybe you shouldn't. Maybe this is enough." But he chose that minute to rub his thumbs over her nipples, which were distinct even through her bra and sweatshirt.
"Mmm, do it." She reached for the hem herself, and while she was pulling the sweatshirt over her head. Sawyer unhooked her bra. By the time she lowered her arms, she was naked from the waist up. For a minute, she sat very still looking up at him. Her expression would have been wary if her features were working right, but they didn't seem to be responding efficiently to the commands of her brain.
"Is this right, what we're doing?" she managed to ask. She was feeling warm and tingly and more than a little muzzy.
"Oh, yeah," he professed a bit brashly.
"We're the best of friends, Faith. Nothing between us is wrong. Here." He held his wine glass to her lips and gave her a drink, then took one himself. Then he set the glass aside and touched her.
"You have very beautiful breasts. They stand there, just waiting for me."
"Joanna's didn't stand there?"
"They sagged."
She sputtered out a laugh.
"You're awful!"
"I'm serious," he said, but softly. His eyes didn't stray from her breasts, and as he talked, his hand moved lightly, if a bit unsteadily over her flesh.
"I didn't really see them much. She kept them well hidden. I think she was ashamed of her body." Raising his eyes to hers, he said, "You're not. I can feel it in you. You're proud to be a woman. That's really refreshing, Faith. Do you know how refreshing it is?"
For a minute, Faith couldn't say a word. He was brushing his fingers over the tips of her breasts. She fancied there was a wire stretching from that point to another point deep inside her. With each brush of his fingers the wire twisted.
"Faith?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you okay?"
"I think so."
"How does that feel?"
"Incredibly" -Her voice caught. She tried again.
"Incredibly nice."
But just then, the wire snapped. She came forward and up on her knees, looking for his kiss. He gave it to her with just the force she needed, but even before the kiss was over, the hunger had grown.
Hugging him tightly, she cried, "Sawyer?" Her mouth was by his ear, her high-pitched cry urgent.
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Something's hurting. I'm feeling so empty inside that it's hurting.
Help me. Please, help me. "
Sawyer was feeling the same hurt. It had managed to surface through the aura of pleasure that was clouding his view of reality.
"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart." He held her tightly for a minute, but the feel of her bare back beneath his arms, not to mention the heaven of her breasts against his chest, drove him on.
"Okay," he whispered. He took her mouth in a kiss at the same time that he reached for the snap of her jeans. The zipper was quickly down. She scrambled back to push at the denim and her panties. Together they shimmied both from her
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