September, 1998: Part Three

Erik didn't know what to do with his damn hands. So, he raised them directly in the air. Magda chose that moment to look up from where she was trying to wrangle the zipper to his jeans down, and laughed so hard that she had to forgo the entire thing altogether. She clasped a palm over her mouth and shook her head.

"All right," he huffed out in his own amusement. "I'll get it myself." He grasped the denim with one unsteady hand as the other tugged the little tab down. Magda managed to compose herself long enough to gather the hem of her shirt so that she could pull it over her head. Erik hopped on one foot as he shucked his jeans completely. He tossed the pants aside and looked down at his feet.

"Socks? No socks?"

Magda, now shirtless, pressed a finger to her chin in thought. "No socks." She started to shimmy out of her own pants as Erik settled himself on the edge of her bed. He tugged off the black cotton and threw them aside as well. Magda turned and gave his still clothed upper torso a raised eyebrow.

"I was waiting for a helping hand," Erik said with a wry grin. Instead of replying, Magda reached around her back to unclasp her bra as Erik grabbed for the back of his white tee and tugged it off. "C'mere," he grunted when her bare breasts were released.

Magda stepped forward, a mixture of nerves and amusement battling across her freckled features. She stopped when her bare thighs made contact with his knees. Erik reached up with both hands and tucked loose strands of her frizzy hair behind her ears; his gray eyes searching her blue ones imploringly. When he didn't find any hint of apprehension, he cupped her face between his calloused palms, and brushed his thumbs across her cheekbones before he gently pulled her down to meet her lips with his own.

The first touch of flesh was chaste; he pulled away and bore his eyes again into her own. When she descended her lips to his for another, he opened his mouth and met her with more passion. She accepted with more ferocity than he gave her credit for, and soon after pulled away with a heaving chest and glistening lips.

Erik didn't need to be told to move up further onto the bed. Her eyes practically demanded it of him. He lie back, tugged the gray boxer-briefs (that did nothing to conceal the obvious length and girth of his cock) off his narrow hips, and used his elbows to pull himself to the bed's headboard. She removed her underwear, and followed suit. She made to lie on top of him, but Erik sat up and gently pushed her to the side and onto her back.

He lie beside her, his full weight on one arm as the other reached for her bare neck. His palm rested on her clavicle, searing hot in the cool bedroom, before he trailed it down between her breasts, over her stomach, and to the mound of dark hair that erupted from her pubic bone. He gathered some of the coarse strands between his fingers and toyed with them as his pinky and index finger sought something else.

Magda, eyes half-hooded and mouth open in a silent moan, shivered as his pinky brushed her clit. Erik grinned at her response before he retraced his trail with his palm once more until his hand rested at her clavicle again. He tilted her chin towards his with wet fingers, and met her lips in a passionate kiss.

He pulled himself up and over Magda, lean legs slotted over her right one as he rested his full weight on top of her. He shoved his right arm underneath her back as he pulled her as close as he physically could. His skin prickled with the beginnings of sweat as her smooth sheets wrapped around his shins, encasing them in unwanted heat.

His freed left arm caressed her side and grasped at her waist as he attacked her neck with open-mouthed kisses. She arched under his ministrations, digging blunt fingernails into his back as she wrapped her thighs around his hips and pulled him closer. He mashed his nose into her skin as he fought to even out his breathing. Stray strands of dark hair tickled his nostrils as he grimaced, baring his teeth as moistureless lips nipped at her flesh.

Erik had to remove his remaining arm from underneath her comforting weight in order to guide himself into her; they couldn't suppress twin moans of pleasure when he finally slid in. He rested his palms on either side of her head. His long fingers grasped and crumpled the sheet in his hands as he pulled his hips back and urged them forward again.

His arms burned and trembled as he held his weight above her. He pushed in and out, over and over again, until she let out a particularly breathy gasp. He frowned.

"Already?"

"No," she laughed breathlessly, "Cramp."

He bit his lip in amusement, and continued moving his hips.

Several minutes passed with nothing more than a few pleasured gasps and groaned phrases passed between them.

"I'm losing circulation."

"My foot is cramping."

"Oh, sorry!"

"Was that your eye?"

Erik's calves and thighs ached as muscles tightened up in an attempt to chase down an orgasm that seemingly eluded him. It built up and built up until one minute shift of the hips or stuttered thrust pulled him back from the brink in frustration. His only cues that he was doing something right were breathy moans and digging nails.

Finally, with panted breaths and sparks behind closed eyes, Erik burrowed his head into the curve of her neck and grunted as wave after wave of his orgasm left him depleted and sore. He used their combined sweat-slicked skin to slide off of her body and to her side. He placed a palm-down hand atop his heaving stomach, and rested the back of his other hand across his forehead.

"Did you come?" he asked.

"No," she sighed. She turned with a fond smile, gathered up the sheets to her breasts, and placed a chaste kiss to his temple. "But we have plenty of time to get it right."

Erik started to drift off in a drowsy haze of sleep, when an old memory sparked to life. He slowly sat up, ignored Magda's confused murmur, and leaned over the side of the bed. He fished around in the dark until he felt the denim of his jeans, and he yanked them off the floor when he managed to firmly grasp them. He reached into one of the pockets, and pulled out a bent coin. He threw the jeans back to the floor, and settled himself at Magda's side again. He offered her the coin between two fingers with an almost shy smile.

"Someone told me to wait until we found one another again."

She kissed him in response.

TBC...

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