Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 01

... tomorrow!"

There was a pause and then Marcus said, "You're a good person, Sigi...and good things happen to good people." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "Good night...who knows, I might see you the next time I fly to Nordland..." he said with a grin.

He turned to leave, and Sigrid impulsively said, "W...wait..." He stopped and looked at her. Her heart was beating frantically in her chest. "D...do you want to come up...for a nightcap?" she asked, softly.

Marcus turned to face her, acutely aware of what she was saying. "Sigi...are you sure?" he asked, his brown eyes gazing intensely into her blue ones. She swallowed nervously, thoughts of her husband, her marriage, her life with him, all flashing in front of her eyes.

She nodded silently. Marcus looked into her eyes for another long second and then took her hand in his and led her towards the entrance to the hotel.

*****

Marcus was thrusting rhythmically inside of Sigrid, a deep, powerful motion that was sending her towards what promised to be an incredible orgasm. His condom-clad cock filled her in a way that she couldn't describe. It wasn't his size; he was bigger than Magnus by about an inch or so in length and was noticeably thicker, but it certainly wasn't some freakish porn star-sized appendage. It wasn't the shape; whereas Magnus was fairly straight when erect, Marcus had a slight upwards curve. It wasn't the color, although the sight of his dark-brown African-American cock ...

... impaling her pale Nordic body filled Sigrid with a delicious sense of taboo excitement.

It was perhaps all these things, combined with the confident way that he wielded his cock. Not some rapid-fire thrusting, although she sensed he had the ability to do so if he desired. But, rather, he used it as if it were an exploratory instrument, probing, shifting, changing the angle and depth of his penetrations, constantly seeking her most sensitive spots, her points of maximum pleasure.

She perceived that behind those dark eyes, he was cataloguing her reactions, recording how and where she was most stimulated and aroused, watching her blue eyes widen in pleasure, listening to each gasp of desire escape her lips, feeling her pale body tremble underneath him.

It was an intoxicating and mind-blowing experience for Sigrid, and she could feel herself thundering headlong towards a tumultuous climax. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no sound escaped, so lost was she in the pleasure he was giving her.

He had been gentle and respectful as they had walked to her room, allowing her to open the door and shrug off her coat. Their first kiss had been soft and tender but held the promise of undeniable passion ahead. Their clothes had been dropped in a trail from the hotel room door towards the bed. He had laid her down on the soft sheets and, with a look of pure desire on his dark face, had buried his head between her pale thighs.

Her first orgasm of the evening ...