"Jack, will you come with me?" Elsa asked, opening the door to her bedroom, "I have one last thing I want to give you."

"Another present? I had no idea you were the spoiling type."

"Only because it's your first birthday here; I want to make it special." She strode into her room, she'd been acting more coy than usual that evening, ignoring that she'd showered him with kisses during dinner. Jack knew the rules, that he wasn't allowed into Elsa's chambers after dark, but everything had quieted down and he wasn't going to miss out on one final gift! He naively assumed he'd be in and out with nothing more than a good-night kiss. He waited at the doorway.

"So, what's so special that you had to wait until now to give it to me?"

"Uh... it's more sentimental." Elsa said. "Aren't you coming in?"

Jack sniggered, "I'd like for your father not to hang me."

"Please. He's asleep. Besides, I'd turn him into an ice sculpture before he could do that." She was at the dresser like she was going to get something out of it, but she wouldn't open it so long as Jack was standing there. "Come on," she laughed, "this gift's for you only."

Right then Jack had a clue to what she meant for him, and his heart started racing. It wasn't a good idea to keep her waiting, and so he stepped in and shut the doors behind him. "I can assume this gift is one of a kind?"

"If you want to call it that." Elsa came toward him and kissed his neck. "It'll be special." Jack nuzzled her hair and ran his fingers through her blonde locks, still in a loose braid. This wasn't the first time she'd made him feel this way—he sometimes found himself, deep in the heat of a secret moment alone, pressing her against him, particularly her pelvis against his. She'd crack a joke about his bulge and he'd laugh it off, but that pressure of her body against it, he wanted more. He wanted to explore her in ways he'd barely gotten to explore himself. Even now he was feeling his face heat up and down below getting hard. Of course a woman like Elsa could have that effect on him just from a soft touch.

Jack caught a passing glance of her lips and immediately sought them with his own, his body filling with warmth, his hands starting to wander down to her waist with one wrapping behind.

Elsa broke the kiss, "I think you're getting closer to figuring out what it is." She had such a mischievous little gleam in her eyes and it only inflated his desire, but he didn't want her to think he was some sort of animal. He didn't know how far she wanted to take it. "Got a little friend who wants to say hello?" Her eyes were glinting downward and Jack saw that he'd made it obvious. His instinctive reaction was to laugh.

"It always does that when you're around." Then he didn't do or say anything. Elsa stepped back.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine." It's just his heart was racing and he needed to get rid of his urges fast. He hoped she'd say good night and let him off to take care of himself, but Elsa said something that irritated him.

"Are you shy?" She sounded oh-so-smug.

"What? No!" He looked away from her; the sight of her wasn't helping his predicament. "It's that I've never... No one's ever... You know I haven't been around people most of my life." He looked back up to see her unlacing the back of her dress. "What are you doing?"

"Making you more comfortable." She shrugged out of the sleeves and let the dress drop to the floor. All of Jack's inhibitions were forgotten as he watched her step over the silk and closer to him. He wanted her. Oh so badly did he want her. But he needed a moment to admire her, paying particular attention to her breasts. Even as she came close, he didn't reach for her right away. It took all his strength not to jump her right then and there. He was so hard, so hungry.

Elsa took his hands and backed up to her bed so that she was sitting. A blush ran across Jack's face.

"You have my full permission." She said, letting his hands go. "It's all right." She sounded breathless herself. Jack found it hard to close his mouth—mostly because he didn't know where he wanted to put it first. He kissed her breasts, something he'd only fantasized about up until now. He nuzzled the valley between them as he ran his hand over her silky flesh, kneading them with care. His kisses turned into small suckles on her nipples. Elsa seemed to enjoy it since she gently stroked his hair as if to encourage him. He was the first man she'd ever let look upon her naked body. It was her gift to him. He traced the outline of her nipple, ran his thumb over it as he watched it harden into a stiff peak before running his tongue over it once more. He loved everything about her; he loved her smell, her hair, her lips, her nose, her eyes... her breasts, her shoulders, her neck... her thighs... Jack got lower and kissed each one and Elsa spread her legs a little, revealing the pink of her flesh.

Yes, that too. He loved it so much. He kissed her there, lapping up her sweet nectar.

"Oh!" She gasped in both pleasure and surprise at how naturally he seemed to be able to use his tongue. The noise only encouraged him and he went on tasting her. She tried to keep her responses at a minimum because there were still guards that walked the halls at night. Then she said it, "Jack..." That's when he couldn't bear to keep his clothes on any longer. He crawled into bed and pulled her into his lap to press more kisses to her lips; she felt how hard he was through his pants.

"You're not just going easy on me are you?" He was genuine in his asking, but not even Elsa could fake those reactions. She shook her head and started to help undress him.

"You should've done this earlier." She let out a breathy giggle as she lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his torso and started to plant kisses on his chest. "I've wanted you for so long." She whispered, running her lips over his pale skin.

With every touch of her rosy lips did Jack's penis twitch painfully in his trousers. He wanted to be inside of her so desperately. "Elsa, I've wanted you too." He struggled to catch his breath. "I wanted to touch you... I want you to touch me." He couldn't stand this anymore, her kisses only a teaser for what was to come. He'd waited so long to feel loved like this. "Please. Touch me."

Elsa then pulled away and grinned, a tiny hint of mischief in her eyes.

With the eagerness of a child did she undo his belt. She wanted to see him, she'd wanted to for a long time and no one was here to judge her for it. When his dick, rock hard and wanting, was finally hers to see, she lied him onto his back. It was as if she'd seen all the scenarios he'd imagined them in and plucked small details from each one to make them real.

"Elsa," he stopped her, "this... This is what you do to me." He blushed.

Elsa smoothed her fingers through his hair, brushing his spikes of bangs aside. She wanted to see his face with every move she made. "Hang tight, birthday boy." It would be a lie to say she hadn't wanted to do this for a while either. She stroked his length and Jack watched as her fingers gripped his sex and started to pleasure him.

"E–Elsa!" He struggled to quell the strained noises coming from his throat.

"Jack," she whispered back tenderly.

With an almost childlike giddiness, Jack watched Elsa, without any hesitation, slip him inside her mouth and a wave of heat washed over him and he released a pleasured moan. He thought he'd be content so long as he could get the job done himself, but this was unlike anything he'd accomplished. His head had fallen back, but he was anxious to watch as she drank him up, only fanning the flames inside of him. He let himself go on panting; it felt like bolts of electricity surging through his body.

No one had ever made him feel this way before. Every time Jack managed to get a look down as she rolled her tongue over his erection or her eyes gazed back up to his, another part of him was lost and all he could do was grip the bedsheets.

"Ooh! Oh—! Have you done this before?" He couldn't help gasp, though he was joking.

Elsa released him and crawled over him. "Never." He reached for her cheek and kissed her deeply, but they were far from finished. He played with her breasts as she carefully maneuvered her way around him until he was inside. A long, feral moan escaped him when she did. He rubbed along her thighs and waist as she rode him, skin soft and tight around his. There were no words left to be said between them as they thrusted slowly... slowly... slowly...

All those years of never being seen, never being heard, never being touched. They felt so insignificant now compared to what his sex inside of hers felt like. He'd had fantasies of being fucked so hard that his eyes rolled back, but the gentleness of this was somehow so much more stimulating than any of those dreams.

He regained composure to look into her eyes. "You're so beautiful!" He panted just as his hips came slamming into hers. His hands stroked every inch of her body. "How'd you get to be so beautiful?" He said as he felt his pleasure rising, chasing his climax. Elsa's weight over his felt so sweet to him. "Oh God, Elsa, I love you so much! I'm gonna...!" He gasped. They moved like they were possessed by the same spirit.

She watched his face closely; she wanted to see him come. "Jack, come! I want you to come inside me!"

How could she torture him like this? He grasped her breasts as he felt her walls coat him with their warmth. His penis throbbed and he felt himself getting maddeningly close.

Their bodies fell closer and closer into blessedness until they urgently spilled all of their love into each other with long moans and breathy gasps and all that was left was a long, exhausted kiss.

Jack was still catching his breath when Elsa whispered, "You know, for your first time, you weren't bad." She smiled teasingly and he lightly pushed her off of him.

"Don't get cocky." Jack reached for his clothes on the floor. No more masturbating to mere visions of her, he gladly surmised. He grinned to himself. "Get it? Cocky?"

Elsa rolled her eyes. Then she asked, "Going so soon?" As she moved the blankets out the way so that there was room for both of them. Not that he wasn't tempted, but he was already on thin ice as it was.

"If anyone sees me leave your chamber in the morning, I'll definitely have my head cut off right here on this floor." Elsa just gave him a look; they'd made it this far, was this really any worse? "Don't look at me like that." He smirked and closed the space between them.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She made room and he lied beside her, their naked bodies smoothed against the other's. "So... does this mean you'll get me something good for my birthday next month?"

"I'll think about it." He nuzzled her forehead. "...I love you." He whispered in sudden seriousness.

"I know you do." She replied, accepting his kisses. They lied for a moment in comfortable silence until Elsa said, "So, that thing you did with your tongue, who'd you practice that with?" Jack gave her a look that suggested he wasn't amused, but then he snorted and poked a cold snowflake to her nose. "Okay, okay." She laughed and held his hands, "I love you too."