Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Sigrid's Dilemma Pt. 02

... the underlying power of his masculinity beneath it, like a coiled spring.

Her fingers delved into the short, cropped curls atop his head, pulling him closer, wanting to immerse herself in his intoxicating scent. Marcus's hands wandered lower, cupping Sigrid's firm, round buttocks, pulling her closer still, the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against her. She responded with a soft moan, her body igniting with a fierce, primal need as his fingers moved down her pale body, exploring the gentle curve of her waist and the and the exquisite arch of her hips.

"You feel so good..." she whispered breathlessly. "So big..."

"Why don't you feel how big..." he whispered in reply. Without any further prompting, Sigrid's fingers left his head and moved down the length of his body. They delved into the dark curls at the base of Marcus's shaft, her touch a gentle, teasing caress as she traced the length of him, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head of his black cock. He gasped softly at the sensation.

"Fuck, Sigi...that feels good..." he moaned. With a low, guttural growl, Marcus's lips claimed Sigrid's once more, his tongue delving into the depths of her mouth as he reached up to again roll her pink nipples between his dark fingers. She gasped against his lips, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Sigrid's fingers tightened around his shaft, her touch a tantalizing promise of the pleasure to come as she stroked him from root to ...

... tip, her thumb brushing against the sensitive fat head with each gentle stroke.

"Uhhh..." came the muffled moan from Marcus as the pair of lovers continued to kiss and explore each other's bodies. With the pleasurable sensations emanating from his cock coursing through him, Marcus's touch grew bolder; his fingers left her nipples and traced a path down Sigrid's stomach and along the length of her inner thigh, drawing goosebumps to rise in his wake.

Sigrid's breath hitched as his touch neared the apex of her thighs, her hips involuntarily arching towards him, a silent plea for him to continue. She parted her legs eagerly, her hips bucking towards him as she begged for more.

"Marcus...please...please don't stop..." Sigrid moaned softly. He obliged, his fingers delving between her soft, pink folds and finding her wet and ready for him. Marcus, attuned to her every reaction, smiled against her skin, his breath warm and tantalizing against her sensitive flesh as he studied her reactions, identifying her most sensitive spots.

With a feather-light touch, he traced the length of her slit, feeling the slick heat of her arousal against his fingertips. Sigrid's back arched off the bed as a moan escaped her lips, her body trembling with the effort to maintain some semblance of control. But it was a futile effort, for Marcus seemed to know exactly how to touch her, how to bring her to the brink of release and keep her there, teetering on the edge of orgasmic oblivion. Marcus's ...