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 of 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."