I hated that she had to ask such a question. I got to my feet and walked over towards her. I watched the apprehension rise in her face as I approached, but she remained where she was. I reached my right hand out and cupped the bottom left half of her face with it.
"No Krista I don't mind."
My hand lying easy on her face I leaned down towards her watching her eyes as I did so. Her eyes showed apprehension at what was coming, but not fear. My lips found hers gently. I held her in no other way except for the gentle pressure of my hand on her face. Her eyes closed and she leaned into me whether knowingly or not.
I let my left hand close around her and rest gently on the small of her back. I felt her hands rise up between us, until they rested against my chest and I expected her to push away from me, but she didn't. Her eyes were still closed, which I took as an open invitation and I deepened the kiss.
Her hands slid up around my neck and tightened as she started kissing me back. Wow! This was amazing! The woman of my dreams in my arms, fully mine and she was kissing me back with a passion that matched my own. I leaned into her more, relishing our shared passion for each other.
Slap!
I reeled backward from her. My movement away wasn't because of the force of the blow, but rather the complete startlement of its occurrence. She was standing faced away from me breathing hard holding herself tightly with her arms. Why had she done that?
I was about to grab her and turn her around and demand why, but I stopped myself. I stormed away and started making a fire. The fire made, I sat down staring into its flames. The voracious flames were a match for the turbulent emotions swirling around in me. Why did I hold myself back from what I wanted? She was mine to do with as I pleased. I deserved to have something amazing like her happen after the rough life I'd had, but then hadn't she had pretty much the same rough life I'd had? Wasn't she even now still living it?
A life of serfdom that I could at least say that I was free of for the time being at least. My anger dissipated slowly, as I admitted to myself the real reason for my aggravation. Not only did I hunger to hold her in my arms and make her mine in the most elemental of ways, but I hungered almost as much too simply see her smile at me.