Conceived In The Land Of Ice

We took a family vacation to Iceland in 1987. After a day trip in Akureyri, we cruised to Reykjavik where we would stay for five nights.

Reykjavik was beautiful. I hadn’t been there since I was 10, and now I was back. And my Paul loved it immediately, too. We decided to have an early night after our girls went to sleep. But we were not going to sleep just yet…

I put on my nightdress that my grandmother passed down to me, but it was soon going to come off. My husband, shirtless and sexy, gently touched me and I turned around to touch him and kiss him. He carried me over to the bed, and kissed me some more.

I gently lay my hand on his handsome face, nuzzling him between kisses, before moving my kisses down his neck as he gently touched my body and stroked my hair.

I lifted the dress over my head, revealing that I wasn’t wearing any undergarments. Blissfully resting my head on our soft pillow, I lay back, allowing my husband to fully view my body. Highly aroused, he started lightly touching me, gently running his hand from my face, over my breasts down to my lady place where he felt the wetness.

He then entered me gently and kissed me passionately as he embraced me close to him. I lovingly ran my fingers through his hair and caressed his body as I kissed him back while he thrust inside me.

We got more passionate as our pleasure intensified. Paul, my husband, felt and kissed my breasts before cupping my face and kissing me on the mouth again. I suddenly orgasmed in shockwaves as Paul thrust ardently, subsequently bringing himself to orgasm.

Our arms were wrapped around each other tight as we enjoyed our orgasms, and then when we came down Paul kissed my neck, and then I kissed his cheek.

I rested my body on his as he stroked me, and we feel asleep in our tender embrace. It was on this night that I got pregnant with our son, and I gave birth to him in 1988.