Peak of Desire Ch. 16

She writhed and moaned above him, loving the feel of his hot, sleek tongue as he burrowed it deep. His oral talents had always astounded her, but it seemed they'd reached even greater heights, due to her freshly shaved skin.

So thoroughly stimulated by his talented tongue, she thrashed wildly beneath him. This resulted in Cody pinning her firmly to the mattress with his strong hands, yet even as he did it, her hips seemed intent on breaking free of his grasp.

She didn't want to twist away from his mouth, but the pressure was steadily building inside her, and he wouldn't let up, not even for a second. One could only take so much pleasure, and as his tongue relentlessly stroked her slick wetness, she became certain she would pass out.

Her legs began to tremble, toes curling as she swiftly approached orgasm. Sensing she was close, he lapped at her pussy with increasing quickness, and this drove her right over the edge.

Her body spasmed, followed by a long, low moan tumbling from her lips. Still pinning her hips against the bed, Cody held her even firmer in his grip.

His mouth made sucking noises as he licked her flowing juices, and only after he'd thoroughly cleaned every bit of her essence, did he finally halt his torturous tongue lashing.

An appreciative noise came from his mouth as he lifted his head from between her legs, and after licking his lips a few times, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand.

Then he crawled up over his lover, positioning himself so that his face was hovering above hers. Resting his weight on his arms, he gazed deep into her eyes.

"I love hearing you come, it makes me so hard," he breathed hotly against her lips.

Erica caught the musky scent of her excitement on his breath, and as his mouth pressed to hers, she parted her lips.

Slipping his tongue inside, he caressed it languidly against her own. He lowered his body so that it pressed flush against hers, then parted her thighs even further, causing her breathing to quicken.

Swollen and leaking copious amounts of pre-come, the head of his penis pressed urgently against her entrance. Not shifting his eyes from hers for even a minute, he slowly rocked his hips forward, burying his rock hard shaft inch by inch in her warm, yielding flesh. When he was fully embedded, they both released a groan.

As he began to thrust, she held firmly onto his back, moaning and breathlessly calling his name as he built up a steady rhythm. The strokes he gave her were deliciously long and drawn out, causing her cries to become more desperate with every inward plunge.

Feasting her eyes on his well-built torso, she admired the way his tight abdominals flexed as he drove in and out of her. The light sheen of sweat covering his smooth chest caused his russet colored skin to glow, and beneath the dim lighting, his eyes appeared even more alluring than usual.

His hips steadily gained momentum, and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, the angle of his thrusts shifted. Her face contorted in pure ecstasy, and as he relentlessly impaled her warm tightness, she moaned rapturously beneath him.

So consumed by love, she stared in awe at him, overwhelmed by his rhythmic, passionate movements. There was a tenderness in his eyes that made her melt beneath him, and as his lips made contact with her erect nipples, she groaned and arched her chest into him.

He left a warm, wet trail of saliva across her breasts, then took one of her swollen buds in his mouth and eagerly suckled it.

He slipped in and slid out, again and again, pumping more frantically as his breaths grew more ragged. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back, thighs wrapping tighter as he repeatedly impaled her with deep, hard strokes.

Fully connected on both an emotional and physical level, they were sharply attuned to each other's needs. Their bodies moved in synch, hips grinding with equal fervor while their mouths met for a hungry kiss.

Slick, wet, and engaging in a provocative dance, the movement of their tongues matched that of their bodies.

There was an urgency to their kisses, and it seemed that with each passing second, they grew more needy for the taste of each other's lips.

Wet sounds of their coupling filled the space around them, and as his pumping caresses became too pleasurable for her to bear, she broke her lips from his and let loose a guttural moan. Seeing she was close, he urged her on, his voice huskily seductive as he gave her one of his penetrating stares.

Finally reaching breaking point, her inner muscles spasmed, milking his shaft. Clutching desperately at his broad shoulders, she cried out his name, body shuddering as an explosive climax ripped through her.

Consumed in an orgasmic haze, all she could do was lie pinned beneath his hard, strong body, breathlessly moaning as he relentlessly prodded her slick wet passage. As his cock began to swell, she knew he was on the verge of climax, and sunk her fingers tightly into the flesh of his hips.

A loud groan escaped his lips, and burying his head in her neck, gave a few more quick, forceful pumps, then spilled his seed deep inside her. Spent of energy, he collapsed on top of her, his sweaty body pressing flush against her own.

Instead of rolling off her immediately, he remained in place, peppering her neck with soft, lazy kisses. She murmured contentedly, enjoying the feel of his breath as it ghosted against her skin.

It wasn't until his penis had gone soft that he finally slipped out of her, and after rolling off her body, he settled contentedly on the mattress beside her. A blissful sigh passed his lips, and wrapping a hand around her waist, he pulled her closer against him.

They lay nose to nose, his hand resting on the curve of her hip while she tenderly caressed the contours of his toned bicep. She was always amazed at just how deeply she could lose herself in his stare, and as his chocolate brown eyes gazed into hers, she felt the pace of her heart quicken.

"I love staring at you," Cody said.

"Love staring at you, too."

"Glad to hear."

A moment of silence passed before either of them spoke.

"When we first met, what was the first thing you noticed about me?" Erica asked.

"Besides the fact that you were adorably clumsy?"

A light snicker passed her lips. "Yeah, besides that."

"Your lips."

"What exactly do you like about them?"

"They're perfect looking. Nice and full....sensual. I figured with a pair of lips like that, you had to be a good kisser."

"Am I?"

"You're not just good, you're great."

The corners of her mouth tugged upward, and as if controlled by a magnet, their lips melded. The kiss they shared was long and wet, and when they finally pulled back from the oral embrace, Cody was first to speak.

"What's the first thing you noticed about me?"

"Your hair." Tangling her fingers into his locks, she allowed the silky strands to slip through her digits.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yep. When I first spotted you, you were washing that high rise building, and your back was facing me. I noticed your hair was long, and then I started to wonder what your face looked like."

"Did it match what was in your head?"

"Somewhat, but you were even more handsome than I'd expected you to be."

He grinned broadly. "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not. I mean it."

"Well I'm glad I lived up to that image in your head."

They studied each other for a few moments, allowing their hands to roam over each other's bodies. Then offering her a desirous look, Cody posed a question.

"So when are we gonna try some yoga positions?"

"Oh, so you're interested, huh?" A pleased look crossed her face. "I'd be happy to show you some moves tomorrow morning."

"How about tonight?"

"I think we've gotten enough exercise this evening, don't you?" Her lips pulled into a wry smile.

"Actually, I was hoping we could try some of the special moves. The ones that enhance sex."

"Oh course, I should have known this was heading in that direction."

He chuckled. "Can't blame me for being curious, can you?"

"No, I guess I can't."

"So how about it?"

Knowing full well that she was very interested, she feigned uncertainty. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe."

"Only maybe?" He waited for her to speak once again, but when she didn't, he continued on. "I'd just figured since you're flexible and can twist your body in all of those positions..." His voice trailed off and his eyes took on a carnal glint.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking." There was a light hearted tone to her voice. "You want to bend me like a pretzel and take me in all sorts of dirty positions."

A naughty looking smile crossed his lips. "Would that be so bad?"

"No. It wouldn't be bad at all."

"So you're up for it?"

"I guess I could be persuaded."

"Mmm, what position will we try first?" He asked.

"It's a surprise. You'll have to wait and see."

Visibly excited, his eyes lit up, and he languidly caressed her fleshy bottom with the palm of his hand. Amused by the expression on his face, she offered a smirk.

"I'm in the mood for ice cream," she said. "You got any?"

"Sure do. Want me to bring you some?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Okay. Be back in a bit."

After giving her a tender peck, he got out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Feeling the need to change position, Erica rolled onto her side and gave a lazy stretch.

A small sigh of contentment passed her lips, and as she caught sight of the end table beside her, she realized that it hadn't been there on her last visit to Cody's apartment, which was just barely three days ago.

She didn't know how she'd missed noticing it upon first entering the room, but now realized that instead of only one bedside table, there were two. Both tables had lamps that matched each other, and on the table next to her side of the bed were a few things items she hadn't noticed before.

One of those items was a square shaped candle with dried flowers pressed into it, and as Erica picked it up to see what fragrance it was, the scent of strawberries wafted into her nostrils.

After setting the candle down, her eyes drifted to a miniature book, which was barely larger than her thumb. Her curiosity piqued, she grabbed hold of it, and saw that it was titled, 'The Tiny Book of Travels.'

Flipping through the pages, she saw that the book consisted of photos of various offbeat attractions across the United States. There was also a little fold out map at the end of the book, which clearly could only be read with the assistance of a magnifying glass. With a smile on her lips, she set the book down, then turned her attention to a small snow globe.

Encapsulated in the transparent sphere was a spider in the middle of a web. Giving the snow globe a hard shake, she watched as a blizzard was created within, then once the flakes settled, she set the globe back on the bedside table.

She could see that he'd put some thought into the gifts, and was thoroughly touched by his efforts. Eager to thank him, she rose up out of bed. Although she knew it wouldn't matter if she was naked or not, she still felt like slipping into one of his T-shirts, so she headed for the closet to grab one.

Upon reaching it, she slid open the glass door, and was surprised to see that half of the hanging rod was empty. She also couldn't help noticing there was a large amount of space on the floor of the closet.

Except for the few occasions when he'd worn dress shoes, Cody had always been clad in his well worn black boots, so it came as no shock that he didn't a have a large shoe collection. Yet still, it was clear to see that he'd purposely made space, and she knew it was in anticipation of her moving in.

The sweet gesture made her heart skip a beat, and she suddenly began to wonder if there was any point in her putting off their move in together. The past six months had been the most difficult period of her life, but hadn't it also been incredibly gratifying and transformative?

She surely wasn't the same person she was six months ago, and if she had it to do all over again, she'd unhesitatingly re-enter a relationship with Cody. So what was she so scared about? No sooner had she asked herself the question, did the answer pop into her head. Losing her independence.

But was there truly any threat of that happening, or just fear of change that was getting the best of her? She supposed that her strong love for him had a lot to do with her hesitancy about cohabitating.

Things were going so well for them that she didn't want anything to mess it up, and she knew that for some people, moving in too soon could be damaging to a relationship. Yet then again, they'd already seen each other at their very worst, so there really weren't any facades they were maintaining.

Spotting a button up flannel on one of the hangers, she grabbed it and slipped it on. Then she made her way down the stairs and into the lower level of the loft. Expecting to find him in the kitchen, she directed her attention there, but as she realized he wasn't, she glanced toward the living room.

Standing naked with his back to her, he was staring out at the view beyond the huge square paned windows. He gave no indication that he was aware of her presence, so she took a moment to silently admire him from a distance.

Gazing lustfully at the steely contours of his masculine body, she thought of how less than half an hour ago he'd had her pinned helplessly beneath him.

The mere thought of his thick girth buried balls deep in her, caused a wet heat to spread between her legs, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before they engaged in a second round.

As she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Then she pressed her lips to his firm bicep in a soft kiss. A contented sound passed his lips in response to her touch, and he lovingly smoothed a palm over her hair.

"Giving your neighbors a peep show?" She asked.

His lips tugged into a smile. "I doubt anyone can see me. And even if they can, let them stare. A little nudity never hurt anyone."

"Oh, really?" She asked with a smirk on her lips. "So I guess that means you won't have any problem with me walking around these windows in broad daylight, then."

"When I said a little nudity never hurt anyone, I meant *my* nudity."

"And just what does that mean?"

"It means that your naked body is for my eyes only. Can't have some peeping tom getting an eyeful of my woman, can I?"

"What if there's a peeping jane out there right now, watching you? I'm guessing you'd be okay with that, huh?"

"If there is, then that means she can see you too. So all she can do is look at me, and nothing more."

Erica adjusted her body so that she was standing in front of him, then wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she glanced up into his deep brown eyes.

"She can't see you now, cause I'm blocking her view."

"We're talking about a phantom woman here, you know that, right?"

"Chances are pretty good there's *someone* out there. It could even be a man."

"Man...woman. Either way, I'm used to the attention." He lifted his chin in mock arrogance.

"You are so full of yourself," she said with a grin.

A chuckle passed his lips. "I'm only joking."

"Uh-huh. Sure you are."

"Seriously, though. The only attention I care about getting, is from you."

"Come back to bed and you'll get plenty of it...in a variety of ways."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that."

As his lips came closer to hers, she angled her head in anticipation of the kiss. He cupped her face in the palm of his hand, then captured her mouth with hungry urgency.

It only took a few short moments before she felt something rigid poke her thigh, and as their kiss deepened, he allowed his free hand to possessively cup one of her butt cheeks. Not wanting to break the kiss, yet needing to breathe, they reluctantly broke apart.

"By the way, I saw the gifts you left for me on the bedside table," Erica said. "That was really sweet, thanks."

"No problem, glad you liked them."

"I also saw what you did with the closet." She tenderly caressed his smooth chest while gazing deep into his eyes. "That was very thoughtful of you."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "It's no big deal. You gotta have somewhere to put your clothes and shoes, right? And even if you don't move in, I'll still keep the space cleared for you. That way when you come over on weekends, you'll have somewhere to put your stuff."

"I'll be hanging out here a lot more than just weekends. Remember I said we could try it out for a few months and go from there?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"So that's what we'll do."

He gave a nod. "Then after the two months pass, you'll be here with me, for good." He stroked his thumb against her cheek a few times.

"Yep."

They stared into each other's eyes for a few moments before Erica spoke again.

"So what *are* you doing standing naked in front of the window? Weren't you supposed to be getting me ice cream?"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Sometimes I like to just stare out at the view." A faraway expression crossed his features as he glanced out the glass barrier. "It wasn't so long ago that I was sitting in a wheelchair, right in front of this window."

Feeling his body tense against hers, she tenderly glided her palms across his broad shoulders.

"I'd spend half the day just looking outside, watching people walk and ride bikes and drive around. And I remember feeling really sorry for myself, wondering what I'd done to deserve being paralyzed."

Erica could tell that the memory was still fresh in his mind, and as he continued to speak, she felt her heart tug from the way his voice had gone husky with emotion.

"I felt so angry and lost. But even with all the other stuff I had to worry about, I remember obsessing over the possibility of you leaving me." He shifted his eyes so he was looking back at her. "You ever had that feeling that something terrible was on its way, but you just didn't know when it would come? That's what I went through every day. It got so bad I even started having nightmares about you abandoning me."

She gave him a look of sympathy. "Oh babe, that's horrible. I had no idea. I mean I figured it may have crossed your mind, but I never imagined it'd gotten to the point of you seriously worrying about it."

"Yeah, well..." As his voice trailed off, an abashed look came over his face. "Seems pretty silly now, but at the time it was tearing me up inside."

"Poor thing. I can only imagine how awful it was for you." She stroked his cheek.

"I should never have doubted you. Hope you'll forgive me for that."

"There's nothing to forgive. You were in a bad state of mind then, so I completely understand why you were worried about it."

He kissed her on the nose, then grabbed her by the hand and led her toward the kitchen. After grabbing a pint of coffee ice cream from the freezer, he retrieved two spoons from the drawer. Then he set the ice cream, along with the utensils on the counter.

Grasping his lover by the hips, Cody swiftly lifted her upward. Literally swept off her feet, Erica offered a little squeak of surprise in response.

Her bottom came to rest on the cool tile of the kitchen counter, and as Cody positioned himself between her legs, she wrapped them around his hips.

He scooped a generous portion of ice cream out of the container, then slid the spoon into her mouth. Creamy, sweet and cold, it tasted heavenly, and she sensually licked her lips to clean off the remnants.

He scooped a second spoonful and positioned it next to her lips, yet just as she opened her mouth, he moved the spoon away and gave himself a taste instead.

Giving him a playful slap on the arm, she said, "Hey!"

He chortled around the mouthful of ice cream, then dipped the spoon back in the container. After scooping up some more of the creamy treat, he fed it to her.