Sacrifices

It was late in the morning when Sarah finally awoke, sore but immensely happy; she was pleasantly surprised to find a small flower next to her. She smiled at the memory of the previous night and found herself blushing a bit as she felt a wetness form in her pants. Where were her panties, anyway? She looked around for them but they were nowhere to be seen.



Most everyone was up and going about their business, and John, as usual, was out hunting. She knew he would be gone for several hours at least. She wondered where he had learned how to hunt. Heck, she wondered how he learned most of the stuff he knew. When it came down to it, all Sarah knew about him was his name and the fact that he was as good in bed as he was at hunting.



She decided to do her part for the group and fill the empty water bottles to take to those on the beach. As soon as she got enough to fill a backpack, she started carrying them down to the beach. She got just outside the caves when the big guy (what was his name? Furley? No, that’s was Don Knotts on Three’s Company. Hurley! That was it!), Hurley, flagged her down with a, “Yo! Hold up.” She stopped and waited patiently as he walked toward her. “Sarah, right? Yeah, Locke said for you to stay here.”



“What? Oh, I was just going to take this water down to the others. I’ll be right back.”



“Um, well, yeah. He said that you needed to stay around the caves for a while, just until he got back, so, um, I’ll take that down to the beach for you.” He took the backpack from her, obviously not wanting to make Locke upset at him, and headed out before she could protest.



Sarah looked around for something else to keep her occupied but it seemed as if everyone was already doing everything that needed to be done. She ended up just sitting on her blanket, and the longer she sat there the more upset she got. She didn’t move to the caves to be a prisoner. She didn’t like to be told what to, and she especially didn’t like being told what she couldn’t do. She started thinking of all the things she was going to tell him and very few of them were nice. He had no right to boss her around like that. Who did he think he was? The thoughts roared though her head as the hours passed. When he didn’t return that night, Sarah decided she was going to have it out with him the minute she saw him.



She must have dozed off because she awoke to John’s hand caressing her face as the early morning rays seeped through the trees. He was crouching down beside her and smiling that smile. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Well crap. Every single thing she was going to tell him flew out the window and was replaced with a simple, “Hey.” He was continuing, “Come with me. There’s something I want you to see.”



John led her to a spot about a half of a mile west of the caves, holding her hand all the way, stroking her thumb with his. They finally arrived at a dense thicket of banyan trees, so dense he had to pull aside the vines so that she could pass through them. What she found when she got past the vines made her catch her breath.



“Do you like it?” He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to him. In front of her was small area perhaps ten feet in diameter that he had cleared of all the vines and branches, revealing a patch of earth covered in wildflowers. There was a small stream running on one end and by this he had fashioned a makeshift bed softened with leaves and blankets. He had even managed to find a bottle of wine. “I thought it would be nice if we had a place where we could be alone.”



“John, it’s… it’s….” Sarah turned to him, feeling guilty for all the things she had thought earlier. “It’s incredible.” Suddenly she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anyone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him into a kiss. As their kisses grew in urgency, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed he had made for them.



Sarah stopped him before he could lay her down next to her on the soft leaves. Without saying a word she sat up on her knees and unzipped his pants, taking him in her mouth. She ran her tongue along the tip of his head, loving the groans that he emitted when she would take him in her mouth. His size made it difficult for her to completely take him in, but she compensated by running her fingers lightly on his balls. She knew she was doing something right because soon he was grabbing her hair and moving his hips in rhythm to her mouth. It wasn’t long before he was asking her to stop, telling her that he was going to come. Sarah looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes and thought, “Turnabout is fair play,” and began fucking him harder with her mouth. When he came with a shudder she didn’t stop but instead kept sucking on him, taking great pleasure in his taste, until he was hard again (which, considering, didn’t take long at all).



While she again so no signs of stopping, John pushed her away from him and roughly pulled her pants down. She sucked in a sharp breath as he flipped her over so that she was on all fours. Using those skillful fingers of his, he made sure that she was wet enough to take him. She was so ready for him that she almost came when he slipped inside her. He began slowly at first, driving her wild with his unhurried deliberateness. Time and time again he would bring her to the precipice of an orgasm and then he would pull almost completely out, leaving her craving more. Her whimpers only seemed to add fuel to the fire.



When she finally thought she would cry if he pulled out again, he surprised her by thrusting harder and deeper, stretching her to her limits. Just as the first shudders of her orgasm hit, he slid a finger in her ass as he reached around her started masterfully rubbing her clit, sending shockwaves through her time after time. Where she had choked back a sob the night before, this time she let the sobs rack her body as her orgasms did, crying out in gratifying release. How had she gone through her adult life and never felt like this? She had never been one for ass play, but when he had combined that with everything else… holy shit. This man was… was… shit, she couldn’t even think.



She knew John had come as well, not because she felt it (heck, they could have been in an earthquake and she never would have noticed) but because he was now lying beside her. “John, I….” She didn’t even know how to finish the sentence. Her brain was still a swirl of sensations. She let a small sigh escape her lips. “John, I can’t even put a coherent thought together after that. Good grief, how did you… where did you… I mean, how did you know to…?” She blushed as her voice trailed away in embarrassment.



He pulled her close and whispered, “You would never believe me if I told you.” Sarah wondered if that was a good thing or not, and she was again reminded that she knew very little about the man.



They spent the afternoon alternating between dozing and making love. Miraculously each time was somehow better than the one before. For a man his age, his sexual appetite rivaled that of a college kid. It was as if he hadn’t been with anyone in ages, yet his skill proved that he was very familiar with the female form. At the end of the day Sarah wondered how she would ever be able to walk back to camp again. Hell, she wondered if she would be able to walk again, period.



John must have read her mind, at least about the camp part, because he said, “We should be heading back. We don’t want them sending out a search party for us.” As she dressed she sighed in both pleasure and disappointment; she didn’t want to head back. John pushed the banyan vines away so that they could leave their hideaway for another day.



When they got just a little way off from their secret place, they were both taken by surprise by a very recognizable Southern drawl, “Well now, what do we have here? Mr. Clean and the devil herself making a little jungle love?” Sawyer was leaning against a tree, smirking as he looked at Sarah. “You look plumb wore out, Sunshine. Can’t say that I ever saw you look quite like that before. I’d’ve thought you’d have gone for someone a bit younger, myself.”



John stiffened at Sawyer’s intrusion, and Sarah wondered how long he had been there, what he had seen and heard. She held on to John’s hand. The last thing she wanted was for the two of them to get in to some sort of fight. She could tell from Sawyer’s stance that he was just there to be antagonizing; he wasn’t interested in fighting. All he wanted was to make her miserable, and he was being successful at it. He was still talking; damn jackass didn’t know when to shut up. “Now don’t go getting your panties in a wad, Sunshine. Oh, speaking of….” He reached in his pocket and pulled out the panties that John had divested her of the night before, dangling them in front of her, taunting them both. He tossed them to Sarah with a knowing grin. “Thought you might need these.” He turned and walked away slowly, whistling a vaguely familiar Steve Miller tune as he headed for the beach.