Comfort

This first encounter between Magdalena and Andrei was almost surreal. Enlightening, fun, electric, sweet, and far too public for either of their tastes. Between all the drinking, deep staring and hand caressing they did that night, she mentioned her getaway place near Saratoga. A far-off cry from the wild and crazy world of Manhattan. She had a small, rustic, and cozy cabin where she went fishing and hiking. There was swimming in the sunny summer months and cross-country skiing when it snowed enough. The property hugged the edge of a gorgeous lake, chock full of trout. A small waterfall fed the lake... a great place to swim. There was plenty of skiing and fishing equipment on hand, a cord of firewood for the stone fireplace and a small boat moored to a dock where they could sunbathe.

Magdalena asked hopefully, “How would you like to see Heaven on Earth?”

Andrei couldn’t even pretend to answer casually. He virtually uttered a hearty “yes” before the invitation had completely left Magdalena’s lips! After tonight, he knew he had to be in her company again, as soon as possible. The phone or the chat rooms would never suffice after being able to look into her eyes and see her feelings and reactions as she spoke or answered his questions and responded to his part of a conversation.

“I would be honored for you to show me your small utopia,” he said genuinely. He raised his hand to her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her jawline. Magdalena had been trying to refrain from looking at his lips for too long at any given moment tonight. Now with his warm hand on her face, all she could think about was the shiver that he had sent through her earlier when they had hugged.

Magdalena leaned her face into Andrei’s hand, closing her eyes. God help her, he smelled so good. Sweet and spicy, like nutmeg. She felt rather than saw his hand slip down to her chin in a delicate, smooth motion. The next sensation was sheer heaven.    The warmest, softest lips… lips that felt like velvet pressed against her own. Magdalena lifted her hand to Andrei’s face, cupping his furry jawline as she responded to the kiss. She brushed her own lips against Andrei’s.

Magdalena shifted her lips just enough to capture his pouty bottom lip. She kissed it and licked it as her hand slipped from Andrei’s beard along his neck into his lush hair. Andrei groaned as she paid such careful attention to his lower lip. No one had ever kissed him like that, giving undivided attention to one part of him with such focus. She licked at the tender inner lip. He felt as though she was running a lit match along his skin, her tongue hot against his sensitive lip, her delicate fingers searing him with her touch along the base of his skull.

They broke the kiss together, pressing their foreheads together as they caught their breath. Magdalena opened her eyes to see Andrei with his eyes still closed and biting his lower lip as though he were in pain. His warm hands caressed her wrists with slow, lazy circles. If he moved his hands off her wrists, Andrei would have pulled her over the table and onto his lap! Ok… you need to keep this on an even keel. Don’t offend her by playing a Neanderthal!

She whispered softly, “Everything ok?” her hand stroking his long hair.

Andrei gazed deeply into her eyes, sighing. “Everything’s perfect. You’re perfect.” His pupils were so dilated with his craving for more of her that his eyes looked like obsidian.

Hearing his husky words, her already heated flesh rose another notch in temperature. Magdalena needed to go before she did something rash. He was making the blood rush in her ears; she felt like she holding an entire surging, thunderous ocean within her skin. Good goddess… she wanted him in a supernatural way. Fuck want… she needed him.

“Uhhhm… Andrei?” she said hoarsely as she tried miserably to stop herself from pulling him into another kiss, which would certainly be her delicious doom.

“Mmmm?” he muttered throatily as he watched her eyelashes flutter like small birds as she tried to tamp down her body’s reactions to his touch.

Magdalena tried to speak with a more confident tone than she really had, in her weakened state. But her eyes betrayed her and Andrei could see her hunger for him. “I think it might be best if I headed home now. If you can get a couple of days off from work, I could take you to the cabin for a long weekend…?”

Andrei beamed. “I can see about next Thursday and Friday. How about you?” He looked around for their waiter to signal for the check.

“Shouldn’t be a problem for me. I’ll pick you up at 9?”

“It’s a date then,” he said enthusiastically. “Let me settle the bill and I’ll take you home.”

The late evening air was so mild as they exited the restaurant that they carried their jackets instead of wearing them. Magdalena lived about 12 blocks away and they agreed to walk it. Andrei took her small hand in his as they headed to Madgalena’s.

As leisurely as they walked, as much as they tried delaying their arrival, eventually they reached Magdalena’s apartment, located in an old but beautifully renovated townhouse.

“Shall I call you when I get home?” Andrei asked.

She stepped onto the first step of her red brick stoop and turned to him. They were now virtually eye to eye. “Call me tomorrow, please. If we get on the phone tonight, you know we’ll be on til dawn,” she said with an impish grin.

“Well, just because we’ve met… that doesn’t mean we’re going to stop our obsessive behavior… what’s the fun in that?” he asked as he walked towards her, his hands finding themselves reaching for and resting on her lush hips. She gasped softly at his sure but tender touch. Her hands came up around his neck as their lips met on a plotted course.

The kiss began with the same passion as the last kiss had ended. Magdalena kissed Andrei with an urgency that bordered on the painful. When Magdalena groaned aloud, he took the opportunity that presented itself. Andrei stole into her mouth, gently, his tongue just dipping slightly into heated sweetness of her mouth. Magdalena found his tongue with her own, slipping alongside it, curling itself around his. He deepened the kiss by sliding his arms around her waist, with one hand finally resting on the sculpted small of her back and the other on the back of her neck.

She plundered his mouth with resolve, unable to imagine how she had lived until now actually thinking that she had ever been kissed. Andrei returned her eagerness with equal vigor, drunk on the flavor that was uniquely Magdalena.

Whispers from fallen jackets and the crinkle of a paperbag hitting the step broke the spell. They stayed within their embrace, again their eyes flashing feverishly from the electricity between them. Magdalena ran the very tip of her tongue along the length of the wondrous bottom lip, relishing in the feeling of Andrei shuddering in her arms.

She looked at him pointedly. “Something tells me this coming weekend will have an awful lot of obsessive behavior.” With one final chaste kiss, she squatted quickly to grab her dropped jacket and comics and then scooted up the stairs before she dragged Andrei in with her.

She turned and waved within the vestibule before disappearing into her apartment. Andrei waved back and began his own walk home. He was so high… he walked the over 25 block trek in fifteen minutes, feeling as though his feet weren’t moving at all, as though as he standing on a people mover. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten such a rush from simple kissing. Then again, it wasn’t simple kissing; it had been an electric magnetic current, pulling and pushing them towards one another.

Magdalena picked him up at his loft apartment in SoHo early Thursday morning in her red 1990 Acura.   Faded-to-nearly-white jeans draped her shapely legs. A pair of well-worn tan leather cowboy boots peeked out from under the denim. Her soft, blue chambray shirt stretched over the length of her arm as she went to beep the car’s horn just as Andrei came trotting down the steps with a knapsack and duffel bag in tow. His navy plaid shirt was unbuttoned, a little summer breeze blew gently at it, showing a streamlined black T-shirt tucked into blues jeans. Magdalena watched as he walked his way around the car, popping the trunk for him. With all his gear stowed in the trunk, Andrei opened the passenger side door and guided his long legs into the car.

His dimples deeply framed his smile as he turned to greet Magdalena, saying “Good morning.” His smile was a beautifully blinding sight, in contrast to his raven hair and beard. As she returned the smile, she went to put the car into gear, but felt a hand on hers. Magdalena looked at Andrei, and her breath caught in her throat. Wow… he was really too beautiful for words, and she was going to spend an entire weekend with that face in her immediate sight. She leaned towards him, feeling his other hand meet her soft cheek. Andrei moved towards her and planted a chaste kiss on her warm lips. He could feel her smile on his lips as he breathed in her scent.

“Yes, good morning,” she whispered against his lips before she returned the kiss with another one of her own before drawing herself reluctantly away from his tempting mouth. If she didn’t, they would never get to Saratoga! Magdalena tapped the gas and pulled out, driving them off and out of the city, to commune with nature and each other.

The three-hour trip was effortless. Andrei and Magdalena talked, laughed, and sang along with the tapes they had brought. With the windows rolled down, the wind whipped into the car and through their hair, making them feel as trouble-free as two high-schoolers playing hooky.

About a mile before their final destination, Magdalena maneuvered her car down the road to the local general goods store. The cabin was well stocked with non-perishables, so it was simply a question of picking up some basic stables like milk, bread, cheese and eggs for breakfast. With their purchases in the back seat of the car, they headed off to the cabin

Magdalena brought the car to a stop at the beginning edge of the lake. Getting out of the car first, she waved Andrei out of the car. Upon exiting the car, they began walking the property together, arm in arm, each with one hand snuggled in the other’s back pocket. Magdalena gave him a tour of the surroundings.

The noon sun overhead made the lake sparkle. A small rowboat comically bobbed up and down next to wooden dock that had faded to blonde. The dark, mossy cabin with its blue-green plaid curtains sat quietly, waiting to be inhabited. Ducks passed overhead. An ethereal breeze rustled the huge green firs across the lake, sounding like a child’s slippered footsteps sneaking about on Christmas morning.

Andrei turned to face Magdalena, his hand still in her back pocket, smiling. “This place is really amazing. You described it so well... you weren’t kidding about it being like heaven, especially for people like us who love the outdoors,” he said, gazing down at her.

She leaned up towards him, and for the second time that day they kissed softly. His hands slipped around her middle as her own hands moved up to caress and hold his face just as his grip tightened on her waist. Magdalena sighed against his lips. “Well, corny as this may sound... it’s true enough calling this place heaven, especially now...”

Andrei could sense Magdalena was holding something back. He tried to coax it out of her. “What is? Especially now… because… ?” he asked softly, as he raised a hand to brush a stray lock of her windblown auburn hair behind her ear.

She shifted from one foot to other. Shyly, she confessed, “Well, considering how much I feel like a goddess when I’m around you.” She paused as she rubbed her fingers against his beard, reveling in the bristly feel so different from his satiny soft lips. “The way you pay attention to me is as though you were worshipping me. My god… I couldn’t get those kisses out of my mind all week.”

“Oh, Magdalena… I haven’t worshipped you… yet,” he said, letting his few words speak volumes. He kissed the tip of her ear as he hugged her curvaceous body to his long, muscular frame. Andrei bent his face towards hers and kissed her deeply. His hands firmly stroked her back and neck. She moaned gently into his mouth as their tongues began to dance around each other slowly and sinuously. She pulled away just enough to suck on his delectable lower lip, her heart starting to thump a loud mambo beat inside her. As his hands slipped down to her rump, she started to subtly grind her hips against his. They look into each other’s eyes, smirks quickly creeping onto each of their faces as they both realized that the car would not get unloaded for a long while.

Upon entering the small cabin, the mood changed somewhat. The confined air was charged with both a bit of anxiousness and a lot of anticipation. Quickly grasping his surroundings, Andrei set off to begin building a fire in the living room fireplace, layering kindling and strips of newspaper from the basket next to the hearth. Magdalena rummaged around in the linen closet until she found a couple of chubby goosedown comforters and laid them in front of the fireplace.

As Andrei bent forward, tending to the fire, she leaned against his back. He could feel her breasts pressing against him, her arms wrapping his waist, as she breathed in his distinctively heady scent mixed with the heat starting to come from the fireplace. If she hadn’t had her arms already around him, her knees would have given out on her.

Andrei chuckled a bit nervously, “Can’t you wait till I get this fire going?” as he poked the logs into place to allow air to stoke the fire.

Magdalena hugged him tighter before she could let her voice shakingly reply, “You’ve already started one. Why do you need another?”

With this said, Andrei promptly got the fire blazing. In mere moments Andrei turned his complete attention to her, a most sensuous look on his face as he finally answered her, “I guess I just wanted to enjoy you by something more than candlelight.”

They embraced tightly, kissing and stroking each other. Just holding, touching, feeling each other, as if still trying to connect the palpable and physical to their previous intangible, mental association.

“I can’t keep my hands off you!” Andrei gruffly whispered as he tried to soak up her image with his eyes and his hands.

He ran his hands down the sides of her face, along her slim jawline, kissing her neck. He then pulled the band of her shirt aside and softly bit that spot where neck and shoulder meet. Andrei’s beard scraped softly against her sensitive neck, and her body tightened. She hugged him to her, feeling his back muscles flex under his shirt. Magdalena pulled him against her harder, feeling the heat emanate from his entire body, but especially from the growing presence in his jeans. She felt almost light-headed as she continued to take in his scent along with the glowing warmth that was beginning to fill the room.

Andrei unbuttoned Magdalena’s shirt, working the sleeves off each of her arms. Andrei slipped free from her for a moment to pull his shirt off. As he tugged his T-shirt off, she was treated to the sight of dusky caramel skin that absorbed light from the fire in a way that made Andrei look as though he were glowing. He looked like a bronze statue come to life as he reached for her and enveloped her once again in his now-bare embrace.

He rubbed her soft skin with his solid but gentle hands, reveling in the tone and softness of her. Andrei tenderly stroked her nipples through the lacy fabric of her navy blue bra. Magdalena tossed her head back and gasped as he bit into the side of her neck again. She sighed, slipping her hand between them and rubbing his hardening shaft through his jeans. They pulled each other down to the comforters, with Andrei laying his entire weight on her as they nuzzled and kissed.

Andrei slipped one of Magdalena’s breasts out from its lacy confines and brought his face down to it. His hot breath on her soft skin, his sweet lips kissing the tip, his velvety soft tongue working the nipple, making it more and more taut, sending wave after wave of shivers through her. He unfastened the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts to his touch.

Magdalena couldn’t get enough of him... of his weight bearing down on her... of his hands... of his long dark locks brushing against her skin… of his muscles shifting against her skin... pushing her deeper into the goosedown. After only having his voice to hold on to, it was as if she needed to embrace everything else about him. She moaned as she ran her hands up and down his sides, gently scratching Andrei’s bare skin, running her fingernails along the line where bare skin and jeans become the other.

Andrei’s flushed face worked its way from one breast to the other. He sucked on each nipple, gently nipping at them with his teeth, feeling Magdalena shudder under him. He stroked the tender, delicate bottom of each breast, then graduated to licking and lapping each sensitive underside. He could see and feel Magdalena alternate between holding her breath in anticipation and gasping in pleasure at his touch. Eventually he rested his face between the two, kissing and licking the sweet, musky valley between.

“You have the most amazing skin,” he uttered.

She slid her hands towards his face and into his hair, pulling his face up to hers. She held his head while she traced her tongue around the silhouette of his lips, then sucked on his tongue as if it were a smaller version of something else she would have liked to get her hands on. She wrapped her lips around his tongue, slowly sliding them up and down his wet tongue. He grunted as he moved his hands up from her breasts to her head, enveloping the sides of her head with his palms, burying his hands in her deep red hair.

Magdalena kissed his warm, velvety lips, concentrating on covering them with the warmth from her own. He kissed her back, taking in the softness of her pout. He braced his hands in her long, loose hair, gently tugging on her auburn locks, holding her face to his, as though her delicate mouth were a wine glass and he were tasting her sweetness. He pressed his lips against hers, over and over. He felt her body shiver as he continued to gently pull on her mane.

She sighed and returned his kisses, gasping softly, “Ohhh… Anhh… ohhh Andreeiii…” before slipping her tongue in again and again between his alluring lips.

Andrei worked his jean-clad legs between hers, their hips starting to cautiously bump and grind against one another. He sucked and nibbled at her lips. His hardness and all this friction was beginning to make her ache. The heat from the fireplace only added to the heat building within their skins. He placed his hands under her hips, lifting her pelvis to his, as though he were trying to penetrate her through their clothing.

Andrei sounded as though he were in anguish as he uttered, “I don’t think I can take much more of this.” He ran his hands up and down her flanks, taking in every curve, every twist and turn of her figure as she lay beneath. “I want you naked… I want to feel nothing but skin between us.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, kissing him along the edge of his beard. She purred softly into his ear, “Mmmm. I can’t believe how much I’ve wanted you... lusted for you... without ever laying my eyes on you.”

“Saying things like that isn’t helping,” Andrei said gruffly, his breathing becoming heavier as he large hands caressed her round ass.

He slipped one of his hands between their legs and smiled down at her as he felt her damp heat coming through her jeans. He raised himself up on his knees, pulled off her boots and undid her jeans, shimmying them off her legs, leaving her clad only in her lacy navy blue panties. He looked down at her lush, almost-bare form.

“You look so delicious. Finally... to be able to see you... feel you... really hear you.” He finished undressing himself, casting his own jeans, socks and boots aside quickly. Now down to his boxers, he brought himself back to her nearly naked embrace.

His shaft poked and prodded at both the fabric of her panties as well as his boxers, escaping from its fabric cage. He ran his hand up and down her inner thigh, stroking her soft skin, feeling the warmth he had helped create. Andrei placed his hand on her mound and rubbed the humid silk of her panties against her, causing a delicious friction that made her pivot towards him and gasp almost as if in pain.

She ran her hand along his hard shaft, rubbing a pearl of his escaping essence into the tip. The fire played across his face, shaping and re-shaping his handsome face with shadows and light. He groaned, looking so sweetly tortured as she caressed his shaft. Breathlessly Magdalena whispered, “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

Magdalena shifted the fabric of her panties to one side and rubbed his length along her nether lips, wetting his satin-like skin with her own juices. As he began to push the tip in, her outer folds parted invitingly... and he slid into her. The tip of her tongue slipped out to lick her lips as she sighed. What an incredibly sublime sensation… of skin and muscle opening up to skin and muscle. She slid her hands under the elastic of his boxers, and held onto his rump, enticing him silently to thrust deeper. Andrei gasped as he felt the deep heat within her liquid-like center engulfing him. He slipped more and more of his shaft into her with each downward motion.

“Ohhh... yes... more... yesss...” escaped Magdalena’s lips as her body arched towards his. Their bodies finally met, their forms flush, contoured to one another. She was filled with him. Andrei’s shaft held her open as his chest gently crushed her breasts. She bit her lip as he ground himself into and against her, his hardness driving into her, so slow and sweetly purposeful. She placed her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself against him so she could meet his thrusts.

Andrei leaned into her, as though he were trying to penetrate her very skin. He growled into her ear, “You feel soooo incredible, this is like a dream.”

Magdalena undulated her hips at him. His stomach and its soft trail of dark hair leading to his shaft rubbed against the hood of her hidden pearl. There was so much friction... she shuddered and gasped against his chest. She humped her hips back at him... flexing her inner muscles... holding him... trying to keep him within her.

She smiled, whispering softly, “I’ve been having dreams about this... having you deep inside me... and holding you there.”

Andrei took her hands in his and stretched her arms over her head, their fingers now laced together. He began to make his thrusting harder and deeper as his moans became progressively louder. She couldn’t move as much as before, being restrained like this, so she bucked her hips at him, her legs pressed wide open by his long, lean thighs.

“Aahhh... yesss... Andrei… harder... harder… please harder!” she said almost gruffly, her body driving itself at his. The contours of her insides clung to his shaft with each and every movement he made. His strong, powerful arms restrained her gently yet firmly. With his weight on her skin and his face above hers as he leaned down to kiss her, they moaned in unison, sensing that they were each approaching the edge.

Gasping, “Sweet Jesus, I can’t stop,” he held her down, propelling himself into her, their hips meeting thrust for thrust. Andrei shifted between gently rocking into her, then practically impaling her with his hardness.

“Please... please... don’t stop...don’t stop,” Magdalena groaned, feeling her body beginning to surrender to the pleasure. Her breasts swayed with every motion, sweat beginning to gleam on her skin. Andrei continued holding Magdalena down as she began losing control. Her fingers flexed involuntarily around Andrei’s fingers as her body contracted around the pleasure he was giving her. He plunged into her over and over as she moaned louder, her head beginning to thrash back and forth against the goosedown.

Andrei breaths came in pants, and as he tried to speak… to whisper hoarsely to her, “Uhhhhnn…I’m not stopping… until… you cum… oohhh… not til… you cum… with me.”

Hearing those words awakened a wantonness in Magdalena that she had never experienced before. This man wanted to give her pleasure and was in it for the long haul. The intensity of knowing that he wanted her to be satisfied made her blood cook. Her hips took on a life of their own, seeking the greatest amount of friction between their bodies. His shaft slid in and out of her, making her wetter with each stroke. Her moisture covered her petal-like lips, making their joined parts sticky. Each of his downward thrusts nudged her closer to exploding. She bit her lower lip and tried to hide her face in the crook of her raised arm as she sensed the peak approaching.

“No…” he said gently, kissing her cheek, “please...I want to see your face,” all the while driving his thick shaft into her liquid tightness.

“I can’t…” she cried, panting, her delicate features contorting more and more from the nearing climax. “I can’t...it feels... too good...I just can’t.”

He kissed the corner of her mouth and rubbed his cheek tenderly against hers, tickling her with his beard. “Yes... you can...please...let me look at you...show me how good it feels...look at me...look at how good it feels to be together.”

Shyly, slowly, she turned her face directly towards his, keeping her eyes downcast at first. Andrei could still see her brilliant tawny eyes, even through her downcast fringe of dusky lashes. Madgalena’s eyes looked so bright, nearly gold in comparison to her dark lashes, sparkling in the light of the fire. She fixed her eyes on his lush lower lip as she raised her head to kiss it, and their eyes met as she laid her head back again.

Magdalena licked her lips and swallowed hard as she countered the movement of his pistoning hips. Looking him straight in the eye... she started muttering lustily, “Ohhh God...Andrei! Oohhhhh my…. aaahhhh,” as his movements urged her inner muscles into overdrive. He grunted, feeling as though a tight fist was milking him with each deep thrust into her. Their combined heat along with the heat from the fire covered them in slick, hot sweat. Her moans became louder as her climax reached its highest pitch. Her release clenched her insides so tensely that it triggered his own body’s response. The cresting sensation began to envelop him. Andrei cried out, “Mag… ohh, Magdalena!” as he pulsed within her, arching his back to spill himself deeply as possible within her.

His voice was raspy as he said, “I want you all over again,” all the while never breaking his dark chocolate gaze from hers as he stroked her wrists gently.

She quietly smiled at him, breathing raggedly, and leaned up weakly to kiss him. “The feeling’s very mutual.”

Andrei slipped out of her and rested his beautiful dark head on her breast, their sweat mingling, drying warmly and quickly in front of the fire. They tried to let their breathing slowly return to normal as they lazily touched one another. Magdalena wrapped her slender ankles around his calves and Andrei released her hands, only to encircle her waist, as if to ensure that she wouldn’t escape from him.

He continued to rest his head against the comfort of her breast. “Mmmm… your body is amazing, it’s a paradox. It can excite me so much that I feel like I’ll explode. And now, just being in your arms, feeling your heart against mine… I feel so relaxed and tranquil.”

“Mmmm… comfort,” she said almost purring.

“Yes, comfort,” he concurred as they slowly fell asleep for a while.

*****

The weekend continued beautifully. They hiked. They made love under the firs. They fished. They made love on the faded dock. They barbecued and slipped inside the cabin to make love again in front of the fireplace. And skinny-dipped and made love near the waterfall, the water-smoothened rocks against their backs, under the sunny sky and under the moon and stars, in the comfort of one another.

~FIN~