Page 6 of Kali

Chapter Three

Kali

Since Lora told me that Noah likes me, I'm not going to lie, I've pulled out all the stops. There is something so powerful about using all my feminine wiles to get his attention and it fills me with a confidence I haven't felt since before Gary. Our eyes meet over the guy that Lora has just introduced me to and the look in his eyes is molten. I feel the apex of my thighs come to life as soft tingles have me pressing my legs together. It's been so long.

Too long.

I shake Rhys's hand and excuse myself, letting Lora know I'll text her. Returning to Noah who still looks half shocked by the game and half like he is going to bend me back over the pool table, I place my hand on his chest. The warmth of him seeps through the fabric of the T-shirt as his heart beats steadily, if a little fast. I whisper, 'can we go back to yours?' and his eyes darken.

He strokes his rough fingertips down my bare arm and hooks them with mine. 'Are you sure?' His tongue smoothly runs across his lips, and I can't take my eyes from his full mouth. A mouth I want on mine. A mouth I want in places I've never had a mouth on me before.

I squeeze his fingers. 'Yes.'

He all but throws me over his shoulder and drags me out of the bar and into his car. He opens the door for me to slide into the passenger seat. He rounds the hood, climbing in beside me and turning the engine, he smells of sandalwood and musk and something else. Something simply Noah. His thighs are flexed against the denim of his jeans, the light and shadows dancing over them make my mouth water. It isn't long before we're pulling down a drive to an old farmhouse where he pulls up and says, 'whatever you want Kali.'

I lean forward, the only light coming from the porch, casting a yellow glow against the side of his face. A face I’ve seen at so many moments of my life. Growing up, he was always there, the protective older brother figure. Until my teenage years showed me he wasn’t my brother at all. He was then the man who took care of me when his sister couldn’t. Protected me when I couldn’t protect myself. I cup his face and pull him closer, licking my lips as I watch his part. This handsome man who has gone from my best friend’s brother to friend, to something so much more. Finally pressing my lips to his, tension seeps from my body as though ribbons of frayed nerves are being pulled from me. A moan sounds in my throat as his tongue shimmers over mine, lifting to taste the roof of my mouth. My hand moves without direction from my brain, stroking down the side of his face and the back of his neck. His silky hair slides between my fingers as I press him closer to me.

'All of it,' I say when we finally part. 'I want all of it with you.'

Noah

I all but jump over the car to open her door for her and pull her out. His arms are covered in goosebumps and I quickly shrug off my jacket to drape over her even though we are right outside my house. The farmhouse is cosy inside, a little on the old-fashioned side but I had it renovated and it boasts open fireplaces which I wish I'd had the foresight to light. But how could I have known I’d be bringing her back to mine tonight? I lead her to the kitchen and sit her on a stool. 'Wait here,' I say.

I dash into the living room and throw lit matches at the logs praying one of them will spark. When none of them does, I cheat and grab the firelighters from the coal bin and use them to light the fire instead. I dash back through to the kitchen but find that Kali isn't there.

Only I know I didn’t imagine it. I can still feel the searing of her lips against my own.

Then she appears from the downstairs bathroom and says, 'I just wanted to freshen up.'

Reaching out and taking her hands in mine, I pull her towards me, into me, and look down into her green eyes. 'You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known Kali Rhodes.' Bowing my head, I kiss her deeply, softly, wishing the past away, wishing that there was nothing else before us, tonight. It’s everything I ever imagined and nothing like how I imagined at all. The connection I feel is beyond a sexual desire, it’s something so much more. As our tongues dance and I taste the wine on her my pulse hits a little harder.

She pulls at my T-shirt, her hands pushing it up over my chest. I lift my arms to accommodate her want to undress me. Who am I to argue with her? The woman I've wanted since she was sixteen when I had no right to want her. Relationships have come and gone and not a single woman held a candle to Kali. I lift her in my arms and carry her through to the living room where thankfully, the fire is now roaring. I place her on the sofa and pull off her heels, kissing each of her navy painted toes.

She is wearing black jeans, which her arse looks phenomenal in, but I want to touch her. My cock, straining in my jeans, wants inside of her.

I unbutton the denim fly and she lifts her hips to help me as I wriggle them down, revealing a black thong that is now all that separates me from what I want the most.

Her legs tense as I stand over her and something passes over her face that has me stepping back.

'Talk to me,' I say, 'whatever it is it's okay.' She probably wants to stop; this is all too much too soon. She only got her fucking divorce papers today and I'm climbing into her pants.

God, what is the matter with me?

'Would you er....' she blushes in the light of the fire causing my heart to strum with something more than lust.

'If you want to stop, we can. No questions asked, Kali.'

'No, I don't want to stop,’ her voice is firm, almost shocked at the suggestion. ‘But can I be on top?'

Of course. She wants to be in control. It makes sense with everything that she has been through. I've never had a woman be the one in control of everything before. Sex has always been a means to an end really, and while I have always been keen on making sure the women enjoy it too, I always wanted to do it in the most efficient way possible.

But with Kali it's different. I don't want to race to the finish line and have it all over with. 'Yes,' I say, 'just tell me what you need from me.'

She stands from the sofa in just her thong and top and begins pulling my trousers and briefs down. Desire unfurls in my stomach. I kick off my boots and step out of my clothes, grateful for the warmth from the fire. Kali circles my body, slowly taking it in. Skimming her hand over my abs, side, back, butt, goosebumps erupting beneath her fingertips.

Precum beads on the tip of my cock.

'Noah, I want you to eat me out.' Her request doesn't take me by surprise, but the way she says it does. She doesn't sound self-conscious or embarrassed in any way. Most women I've been with shied away from making such demands.

I sink to my knees before her, lifting her top so I can kiss the soft skin of her tummy while I hook my fingers in her thong and pull it over her hips. The smell of her desire brings out something primal in me, something possessive. Kali belongs to me, not just in this life, but in every life. We are connected by the threads of time. Destined.

I lean back, lying on the rug in front of the now blazing fire, and guide her to sit above my face. I suck and nibble her folds, taking in the taste of her, the softness of her, burying my mouth in her, finding what she responds to. Satisfaction at hearing her moans fills me with pride knowing I can make this amazing woman feel good, while at the same time feeling like I’m worshipping a goddess in the most intimate way. Sliding the tip of my tongue into her opening, fluttering it, encouraging her to relax, open for me. As she begins to rock on my face, her moans building from small sighs of contentment to deeper sounds of need, I take her sensitive nub into my mouth and suck hard. She shudders above me, her rocking increasing to a frantic pace as she grinds onto my face, and I have to clutch her hips in my hands to prevent her from suffocating me with her pleasure.

She wastes no time between coming down from her orgasm and moving down my body, yanking off her top revealing the lace I was getting hints of earlier. She slides her wet pussy down over my shaft in one long, slow descent while it twitches its gratitude inside her tight walls. Then she begins to ride me, slow, long strokes at first while I watch her move at her own pace, exploring the way we fit together. Her hair tumbles forward as she rests her hands on my chest, her eyes on mine before fluttering closed. Her swollen breasts are pressed together by her arms and threaten to spill from the lace cups. She changes angles, somehow taking me impossibly deeper and driving me wild as her velvet walls clamp against my solid shaft. She grinds down as she rides my cock, her pace increasing in a torturous fashion. I know I'm not going to last long when she yanks the cups of her bra down, revealing her perfect, big tits which now bounce in rhythm with her pace.

In a bid to keep from blowing my load, I rear up and take a nipple into my mouth, flickering my tongue over it while I palm the other breast, trying not to be rough. She rides me fast and hard, her moans filling the space around us and as she calls out my name, I can't hold back any longer. Throwing my head back, a loud moan rumbling up from my chest, I unload my balls, deep inside her while the electric spasm of the orgasm bolts up my torso and down my legs.

She trembles against me as the aftershocks of her orgasm cause her to twitch and mewl against me. Her soft body feels like a perfect fit against mine as her rocking subsides and she is left sitting with my still hard cock inside her. I watch as her eyes flicker open and take me in, her full mouth stretching into a smug smile.

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