Free Traditional Change by Alta Hensley Page B

reached for a strand of her hair and gently tucked it behind her ear. She looked down at the ground but didn't pull away. "Are you having some sort of midlife crisis? Why do you feel this need to change?" he said gently.
    She continued to look down at her bare feet, not wanting to meet his eyes. "I feel lost." The confession rolled off her tongue so simply.
    Cupping her jaw, he tilted her face and kissed her. No hesitation, no question in his eyes, no asking for permission. Sawyer took her kiss as if it were always his to take. His lips were warm and smooth, yet powerful at the same time as his mouth sank into hers. He swept his tongue against hers, and she groaned as she pressed her body against his bare chest. The intensity, the emotion, the hunger for this man had only grown with the few days apart. What was it about him that made her knees grow weak from just a simple kiss?
    Feeling herself lose control, she pushed abruptly away from him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why are you here? What do you want?"
    "Is it so hard to believe that I am here for you? I want you, or at least I want the chance to figure out how to make that happen." He gently caressed her face, his eyes warning of another kiss.
    Rebecca took a few steps backwards. "We are so different."
    Sawyer nodded. "Yes."
    "So?" she added as she looked at him incredulously.
    He took a step forward, closing the distance between them again. "We are different. Is that so bad?"
    "Well… yes. Especially since we don't believe in the same things."
    "Like?"
    "Like the fact that you believe in Domestic Discipline."
    Sawyer smiled and nodded. "Yes. So?"
    "So? So! I don't believe in the same things!" Her frustration became evident with her raised voice. Why couldn't he see that they weren't a match? They were so far apart on everything that the idea of the two of them together was almost comical.
    "You let me spank you, if I remember correctly."
    "That was different." She had no idea how or why, and desperately hoped he wouldn't ask her to explain her comment.
    Sawyer tilted his head toward the tree she was just in. "You said you were lost. You are trying to find yourself. Well? Did you find any answers up in that tree by yourself?"
    "No," she whispered, crossing her arms with a little pout.
    "So don't you think that you could maybe, just maybe, try to find yourself with me? Can't you at least be open to the idea? Or are you saying that you are more open to climbing a tree bare-ass naked in the middle of nowhere, than exploring a different lifestyle with me?"
    "Well, when you put it that way..."
    "I believe there is something between us. I haven't been able to get the idea of you and I out of my mind."
    Rebecca nodded. "I've been thinking about you, as well."
    He grabbed her now trembling hands and held them tightly in his. "I'm not very good at this whole relationship thing either. But I would like to give it a try." He offered a half smile. "There's something really special about you."
    "There is?" His words boosted Rebecca's ego.
    "You were all I could think about night and day." He let go of her hands and stroked the side of her face. "I wondered how smooth your face would feel. What your kisses would taste like. If I would be able to see the hunger in your eyes when I…" Not finishing his sentence, he touched his mouth to hers in a soft, gentle caress.
    At Sawyer's confession, a surge of lust pooled between Rebecca's thighs. She pressed her legs together, trying her best to shield her arousal.
    "I don't play games, Rebecca. I say what I think. I act on what I feel. Right now I feel like you and I need to stop fucking around and just be together and work this out." Sawyer pointed to the tree above them. "Or you could climb back up that tree and commune with nature. But I would very much like for you to come with me." He extended his hand.
    Her chest tightened, but she ignored the sensation and focused on the words he spoke. They made sense.
    With a smile as her