Hemingway: For Whom the Bell Tolls
With the sun shining on her hair, tawny as wheat, and on her
gold-brown smooth-lovely face and on the curve on her throat, he bent
her head back and held her to him and kissed her. He felt her trembling
as he kissed her and he held the length of her body tight to him and
felt her breasts against his chest through the two khaki shirts, he
felt them small and firm and he reached and undid the buttons on her
shirt and bent and kissed her and she stood shivering, holding her head
back, his arm behind her. Then she dropped her chin to his head and
then he felt her hands holding his head and rocking it against her. He
straightened and with his two arms around her held her so tightly that
she was lifted off the ground, tight against him and he felt her
trembling and then her lips were on his throat, and then he put her
down and said, "Maria, oh, my Maria."