Thaw (Jelsa Fanfic)

Completion

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." His breath was ragged, cool against the crook of her neck as he nuzzled closer. He didn't move, aside from the light tremble of his arms on either side of her. The pain down below was already fading to a dull ache...persistent, but not intolerable. With each passing second, the fog that the white hot moment of pain had caused seemed to clear, leaving her with awareness of new sensations. Each one blending with the next, like the most intimate of works of art.

There was pressure...though not like any she'd ever felt before. It was a comforting feeling, somehow...that he should be so large, that she should be so full. That sensation of fullness, of being touched so deeply and completely where no other had ever been...it caused warmth to bloom once again within her belly, and gradually, she felt herself begin to relax.

"Elsa..." Jack was looking at her, his expression that of a man who had committed the most condemnable of sins.

"I'm okay." She raised her hands, her right sliding through his hair as the left rested on his cheek. "Really. It only hurt for a minute. Now it's kind of...nice." She smiled.

Jack didn't appear to be convinced. "We can stop..."

She silenced him with a kiss, her hand fisting in his silvery locks. "Don't you dare." Her words were breathy against his lips. "I'm ready now." She shifted her hips just slightly to prove it, and if there was any argument left in him, it escaped as a hiss between his clenched teeth.

He began to move...slowly pressing forward, then drawing back. There was a margin of pain, but it was a distant sensation outweighed by the intrigue of his body. Each thrust seemed to stretch and fill her more than the last, creating a curious friction deep inside that left her wanting more.

She raised one knee, draping her calf against the dip of his lower back. Jack groaned, and when he thrusted again she knew why. That small shift seemed to bring him deeper, though she was t sure just how that was possible.

Jack was supporting himself on one hand, and the other found her breast. He took her in his palm, his thumb circling her straining nipple. She whimpered, then cried out as he flicked at her needy flesh. His mouth was hot as it claimed hers, eagerly drinking in her pleasured moans.

His thrusts were slow and careful, and she found her body was accepting him with growing eagerness. She was becoming slick again, and every time he pressed himself deep, the warmth seemed to spread. Elsa's hips found his rhythm, matching his thrusts and arching into him to bring him deeper.

Jack moaned huskily, burying his fingers in her hair as his tongue found hers. The kiss lasted but a moment before he pulled back...and for a moment, she'd thought he'd pull out. He remained buried deep inside of her, but had propped himself so that he could slip a hand between their joined bodies.

"Jack..." She gasped as his thumb found the sweet spot between her folds. Her eyes flew wide as he began to thrust in tandem. "Jack!" Her cry was needy, somewhere between a moan and a plea.

He was looking down at her womanhood as he circled the nub of flesh that had begun to ache in the sweetest of ways. He glanced at her, and there was something in burn of his gaze that drove her to the brink. She was vaguely aware of a tension between her thighs...like she'd felt at the cave, only far, far more intense. It made her feel greedy, as if she wanted to beg for something she couldn't fully understand. All she knew was Jack was the only one that could grant her relief.

She reached for him. "Go deep, Jack..." She whispered. She wanted him to plunge into her, to fill her once more.

And then he was close again, his lips capturing hers as he did just as she asked. Elsa grasped his buttocks as she arched herself into his thrust, taking him to the hilt. "Elsa...Christ..." Jack moaned. His pace was quicker, harder...his control, she realized, was slipping.

And that was when the hot tension within her began to peak.

"Something...Jack, something's going to happen.." She gasped, her eyes opening wide in confusion. "Jack...what-" The coil wound tighter.

"Let it, Elsa." Jack looked down at her, his hair draping across his gaze. His blue eyes were heavy with desire and clouded with pleasure, but she still found calm assurance there too. "It's ok. I'm right...right there with you." He uttered around the gasp of his breath.

He might have said more, but she'd never have known.

The coil snapped.

Elsa threw her head back, crying out his name as her walls began to shudder around him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she felt that surely no mere human was capable of so much ecstasy. Jack cried out as he stiffened, finding his own shattering release in the next moment. She was vaguely aware of his deep voice murmuring her name as together they were swept away in the pleasure of their joined bodies.

When it was over, they clung to each other in mutual awe. No words were spoken for some time, and they were not needed. All that needed to be said was conveyed through gentle caresses and tender kisses in the secret darkness of the room. Later, they spoke and laughed quietly with each other, in the intimate way that only lovers understand.

And much later, when the moon was high and the stars were bright, they relented to the sweet temptation of their bodies and joined together once again.