Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02

... her arm, leaving a trail of tiny goosebumps in their wake. He studied her face, every curve and angle, as if committing her to memory. The way her eyelashes cast shadows on her cheeks, the soft pink of her lips, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed in sync with him.

He realized that, to him, she was so stunningly beautiful and part of him hated how her husband had been so dismissive of her, how her marriage had deteriorated. Despite the fact she was cheating on her husband, part of him believed her to be a good person. It was a strange dichotomy that intrigued and worried him in equal parts.

As they lay there, silently looking into each other's eyes, Marcus's thoughts drifted to what might have been, had they pair of them met years earlier, before she had started dating Magnus. Part of him doubted Sigrid would have experienced the same depth and intensity of feelings that she expressed for him now. He, the son of African migrants to America; her, the daughter to an upper-class Nordic couple. In any other situation, they would have been worlds apart, now they were locked in a passionate embrace.

"What are you thinking?" Sigrid whispered softly, sensing that something was on his mind. Marcus gave her a small smile. "Just thinking about us...about how I never thought I'd be here in this position...with someone like you..."

She gave him a little grin. "It's amazing how life can bring people together...two people from different worlds..." she ...

... whispered.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. She gave him a puzzled look. "What for?"

"The pain...the confusion you are feeling at the moment...your life...your marriage..."

Sigrid gave him a little smile and shook her head. "There's no pain at the moment..."

She pulled him closer, her lips finding his as they started to kiss again. It was slow and soft to start with, but this soon moved to become increasingly sensual. Finally, this was replaced with passion as they rolled back and forth over the bed, giving in to their desires for one another.

Breaking the kiss, Sigrid whispered in his ear "I want you to fuck me again..." These words, utter by a woman with the face of an angel, made his black cock start to stiffen and Marcus crushed his lips onto her, kissing her passionately as his manhood came roaring back to life.

Without a word, Marcus shifted his weight, settling himself between Sigrid's pale legs. His gaze never left hers as he slowly entered her once more, savoring the tightness of her white pussy as he filled her completely in a single, fluid motion. Sigrid's breath hitched in her throat, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she again welcomed his black African-American shaft back into her pale Nordic body.

They moved together in perfect harmony, every powerful thrust from Marcus sending shockwaves throughout Sigrid's body, making her cry out in delight. Marcus's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one driving her further and further again down the path ...