Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02

... argue with that. With a naughty little smile, she moved up the bed towards his head and the pillows. Leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips, she was surprised when he rolled out of the bed.

"Marcus?" Sigrid asked, puzzled as she saw him reach for his trousers. He rummaged for a second and climbed back onto the bed, a small packet in his hand. Marcus gave her a little, embarrassed grin. "Sorry, just had to get this," he told her.

Recalling how good it had felt the last time they had made love in the shower without the barrier of a condom between them, Sigrid made up her mind in an instant, reaching out to place a hand on his. "Marcus, it's ok. I'm still on the pill. You don't have to wear that if you don't want to," she told him softly, with a little smile.

Marcus gave her a look of pleasant surprise. "Are you sure, Sigi? I mean, I'm clean," he told her.

Sigrid nodded. "I trust you, Marcus. And yes, I'm sure. I want this too" she told him as she pulled him closer. The condom packet fell from his fingers onto the bed, forgotten by both as they pulled each other into a close embrace, kissing and feeling the connection growing between them.

Marcus couldn't believe how good it felt to have his arms wrapped around Sigrid again, their bodies intertwined, his black skin against her ivory skin as their lips kissed passionately, lost in the moment together. They were so different -- he with a rich, dark hue and close-cropped black hair, while she had a ...

... pale, porcelain complexion and waves of chestnut-brown hair. Yet in that moment, they were joined as one.

As they kissed, Marcus's hands explored the contours of Sigrid's body, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone before moving down her sides, his thumbs brushing against the sides of her heavy, pale breasts, causing her to shiver with pleasure. "Mmmmm..." came the soft gasp from the depths of her throat at his touch.

She broke the kiss and tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him as a soft mewl of pleasure escaped her lips. Seizing the opportunity, Marcus's lips covered the pale skin of her neck with a multitude of kisses. His hands moved inwards, cupping Sigrid's firm pink-capped breasts in his dark hands, his fingers teasing her sensitive pink nipples into hard peaks.

"Oh...yes...play with my nipples..." she gasped; this was something Magnus had not done for so long. His dark fingers tweaked the small nubs of pink flesh before grazing delicately around the crinkly pink skin of her aureoles. Sigrid gasped at the sensations, her mind lost in the pleasure, thoughts of her husband and her life in Nordland having disappeared from her mind. All that mattered now was the touch of the handsome black man locked in her embrace.

As he stimulated and teased her breasts and nipples, Sigrid's fingers traced the lines of Marcus's broad shoulders and muscular chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. His dark skin was soft, yet she could feel ...