Chapter 27
Kate took a bite out of her fruit as she ducked into the tent. And then she nearly choked on it when she saw what was inside waiting for her. Coughing, her eyes glided over Sawyer. He was standing under the sunroof looking up at the sky Icompletely naked/I. Apparently he'd poured some water over himself because his hair was wet and slicked back, and his skin shone in the sunshine.
He glanced her way when he heard her coughing, and smiled, but just stood there.
When Kate finally got her coughing under control and her mouthful swallowed she spoke, "What...exactly...are you doing?"
"Gettin' a tan," Sawyer remarked sarcastically, "what do you think I'm doin'? I waitin' for you."
Kate's eyes roamed over his body once more. "Oh lord," she mumbled under her breath.
"It's your turn." Sawyer said, smiling widely.
"For what?"
Holding his hands out to his sides Sawyer replied, "I'm already ready. You're behind sweetheart."
Kate rolled her eyes. "What. You just expect me to undress in front of you and then we'd go at it standing up or something?"
Sawyer just lifted an eyebrow and cocked his head as if to say Iof course/I. But when she just stood there he sighed deeply. Then he walked the few feet over to her, lifted her up and spun her around until it was she who was standing in the sunlight. He tried to lift her shirt (to start undressing her), but Kate stubbornly grabbed the hem and pulled it back down over her stomach and then crossed her arms.
Sawyer sighed and persed his lips together. Then, with his hands still resting on her hips from his failed attempt, he stepped closer to her, and kissed her. At first she refused to allow him entrance into her mouth, but when he pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss, she relented.
Kate's stubborness seemed to melt away, and slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck, and they stood that way for a long moment, just kissing. Then Sawyer's hands slid up and under her shirt. They explored her back and breasts, all the while lifting the shirt higher up on her body. Kate pulled out of the kiss and sighed, but raised her arms over her head. Sawyer pulled the shirt completely off of her head but stopped just before reaching her elbows, and held her in that position where her arms were completely useless to her. He kissed her again, but after just a second she pulled away again.
Sawyer looked at her and saw a twinkle in her eye.
"Do you have any rope?" Kate questioned him. Sawyer's eyebrows rose, but he let go of her and turned to rummage through one of the many suitcases in his tent. When he turned back to her, rope in hand, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened.
Kate walked toward him, every muscle of her lithe body shimmering in the slowly fading light of day. She had removed all of her clothes while he had his back turned, and now she stood before him naked, her eyes locked on his. And despite how much he wanted to look at her body, to take it all in to his memory, he couldn't pull his eyes from hers.
She put her hands out in front of her, wrists together, "This is what you wanted." It was barely a question. She stepped closer to him again, still looking into his eyes.
Sawyer swallowed, hard. "Not...not if you don-" and she kissed him, hard.
When she pulled away this time, she took his breath with her. Then she said more firmly, "This is what you wanted." And by the look she gave him, he knew she wanted it too. Slowly he tied one of her outstretched wrists, careful not to get it too tight, but tight enough that she wouldn't be able to get out of it.
Then she pointed to the sturdiest of the supporting poles of the tent and he led her to it. He turned her so her back was to the pole, and lifted her hands over her head. He wrapped the rope around the pole once and then tied the other wrist just as securely as the first.
Sawyer took a single step back and looked her over, finally able to take in her whole body. She stood there in front of him, totally proud. Her chin held high, her eyes level on his. But out of place was the desire those eyes held. The fire he'd seen the first time they'd kissed. And he was over come by the same need, so he kissed her.
The kiss was deep and rugged, just like all the other times they'd made love, but there was something more. A tension between them hung in the air, like her being tied up had brought life to their desires.
Sawyer's hands roamed over her body, and Kate wrapped one of her legs around one of his, leaning heavily against the tent pole. Heat rolled off of his body in waves and soon neither of them could take it anymore.
Sawyer grabbed one of her legs, and then the other, and lifted her onto him. Kate gasped and her fingers clung desperately to the pole.
As Sawyer moved against her, they both put more and more weight against the tent, making it sway back and forth with their motions. Sawyer knew they couldn't keep this up, the tent would collapse, and so with a regretful sigh, he lifted Kate off of him and set her feet back on the floor with her struggling against him the whole way.
When he finally got to where he could back away from her a little, he did. Her body moved toward his involuntarily, and Kate moaned in frustration.
Both were panting heavily. "We have to...lay down. The tent will collapse."
Kate finally understood and immediately slid down the pole to a sitting position, and then to a laying position, her hands still tied firmly above her head. And Sawyer climbed on top of her.
They instantly went back to where they had been before the interuption. Sawyer slid into her, emitting a small gasp, and moved roughly in and out. They kissed and he touched her. Kate's nails dug into the wood of the pole while Sawyer's fingers explored every part of her body.
He grabbed her thighs and lifted her legs a little more so he could move easier. And with each thrust she squeezed, heightening the sensations.
Sawyer's kisses moved over her neck and shoulder, and down to her breast. He rolled his tongue over the tender skin, and sucked softly with each push into her. Kate's body reacted. Her nipples hardened and her hips lifted toward him without her even knowing. Small moans escaped her throat, and her knuckles turned white with how hard she was gripping the pole. Sawyer lifted her thighs again, pulling them that much further apart, and was now moving quickly. One of his hands made it's way slowly downward towards where their bodies became one. And as he moved inside her, in and out, in and out, he massaged her. Kate panted, short little breaths coming quickly from her mouth. She whimpered in pleasure, and sqeezed her legs together again. In and out, in and out over and over, Sawyer moved. And finally he could feel her body tensing, readying itself. After an hour of pleasure, of being wholy together, they came together, putting pressure on them both at the same moment. Ecstacy ripped through both of them, their muscles tensing. Kate's nails shredded against the wooden pole, and Sawyer groaned loudly.
As the feeling slowly seeped away, both lay there breathing hard. Sawyer rested his head between her breasts and closed his eyes, completely content for the moment.
