"Mmm..."
Elsa heard Jack right when she felt a nudge against her back. She'd been fast asleep, but she was notoriously easy to wake up most nights. She knew it was probably just Jack tossing in his sleep and all she would have to do is bat him off to get him to make room. He continued to move, his face pressing into her neck.
"Jack." She whispered sleepily. She didn't want to wake him, but to get him to maybe stir the other way. A slight groan bubbled from his throat and she turned her head to see. Was it a nightmare? Elsa flipped onto her back, "Jack?" She could see the slight grin in his face, followed by a twitch and a gasp. Definitely dreaming, whatever it was.
Would it even be polite to wake him?
"Els..."
Her eyes went big when she heard that, though it wasn't the first time she'd heard him say her name that way. She put together what was happening and debated what to do. Let him sleep... or make his dream come true?
Elsa thought about it; why should he have all the fun?
As he rolled onto his back, Elsa gently squeezed his arm, "Jack?"
"Hm..."
She shook him. "Jack."
His eyes fluttered open, and though the sight of his wife was a welcome one upon waking, his forehead wrinkled in confusion when he saw where he was. And, of course, he felt the effects of his dream had been very real. "Uh..."
"Sweet dreams?"
Jack's face grew hot; even though she'd seen it all by now, he was thankful the blankets were covering what would be an embarrassing sight. "If that's how you wanna put it." He shifted uncomfortably.
Elsa lied back next to him. "How was I?"
Jack chuckled, "Why, what ever do you mean?" She made a gesture to his crotch with her eyes before looking smugly back into his own. "You think you're soo sexy that you can get my cock to stand up just by looking at me?" He put his arms around her. "Well, you might be right." He pulled her close for a kiss, and already her warm lips made his erection twitch. There was a scratchy moan in his throat.
"So, you gonna tell me about your dream?"
"I don't know, am I?"
"How else am I supposed to make it come true? I want to live up to your fantasies." She started to pull the blanket off of them until she could see his bulge.
"You're better than every single one of them." He stroked her arms, irritatingly covered by her long-sleeved nightgown. He played with the lacy bits at her shoulder.
"Now, now, gorgeous." She pushed his hand away. "I want to hear every last detail before I give you the goods."
He snorted, "Why? It's not like this is the first time it's happened."
"No, but it makes it more fun for me."
Jack rolled his eyes and sighed, but he still grinned. "All right, Princess. As you wish." He faced her; just the mischievous edge in her expression made him more eager to be inside her—he loved it when she toyed with him, but he had to make sure she was just as pleased. "Let's see..." He tried to recall as much as he could. It was so hot, he swore he might've come in his sleep if she hadn't woken him quickly enough. "We were having some kind of party near the lake; a lot of people were there, and I was having to help decorate." Elsa nodded with a face that said Yeah, yeah, get to the point. "Elsa, you know when telling a story, there's gotta be build up." He smirked at her and she folded her arms, suppressing a giggle. "The dream was weird; the lights I was putting up were shaped like Sandy... wonder if he was messing with me. Anyway, at one point you got my attention and said we had to go back to the castle to get something."
Now Elsa was intrigued. "Do go on."
Jack sat up, stroking her blonde locks and moving some behind her ear. Just his touch gave her chills. "We got about half-way back, and then you stopped me and said there wasn't actually anything we needed to do." He began to lie her onto her back, descending over her.
"Strange, aren't I usually on top?"
He wanted her too badly to fuel her taunting. "Not this time." He stroked his fingertips down her neck and felt the vibrations of her humming. "I started to take your clothes off." His voice hitched as he remembered the sensations his dream had brought him. He wanted to skip the specifics and get to business, but the reward was always sweeter if he kept it going. Elsa's smile wasn't one of playfulness this time, but of sincere affection as he reached for her sleeves and brought them off her shoulders. "Oh God, I want you so badly." He breathed out; his sex was throbbing to be inside hers.
"But you haven't gotten to the juicy stuff yet." She brushed her fingers down his chest and pulled on the collar of his shirt. He kissed her bare shoulders and then her collarbone, and as he started to move her dress even lower on her body, Elsa caught his chin and brought his gaze up to hers. "Now, now, handsome prince." Prince. It still felt so strange to hold that title. He still considered himself Jackson Overland, or Jack Frost, one or the other. But 'Prince Jackson' was taking some getting used to. He sometimes startled whenever the children would rush over calling, "Prince Jackson!" And he would remind them that they could just call him 'Jack.' Elsa had his full attention when she whispered, "I want to hear all about your dream."
"You're already in most of them." He felt like he couldn't catch his breath. "What difference does it make?" His cerulean eyes were cloudy with desire. "I kissed you here," he kissed her lips with all the intensity he was feeling from the dream, "and then here," he drug his lips down her neck, and Elsa decided to be merciful and slide her dress down some more. She could hear Jack's relieved sigh as he nuzzled her breasts, fondling them in his gentle hands. "I started kissing you here too." And he did, so passionately he did. Elsa sighed with each touch of his lips, every stroke of her nipple under his thumb, every gentle sliver of his tongue over them.
"So, is that all?" She panted. "Kissing?" She was stroking her hands through his hair as he suckled her. She pulled off his shirt for him and he responded immediately to assist her. He was calling the shots this time, and Elsa was giddy with anticipation to see what he yearned for.
"No. You were touching me all over." He took one of her hands and let her fingers dance over his bare chest. "Elsa, you feel..." He couldn't finish.
"I know." She nuzzled his face close and pressed kisses to his lips. "You feel that way too." She pulled on his pants and nothing turned Jack on more than the sight of her fingers unlacing his trousers for him. He swore he might come all over her if she didn't take him at once. His dick practically sprang free from its confines, and though he was desperate to climb in, he knew she'd never forgive him if he left out even the slightest factor of his fantasy.
"And as I was kissing you, I touched you here." He pressed his hand between her thighs, his fingers reaching deep to feel her wet haven.
Elsa gasped, "I'm sure you did."
Jack came close again, a breath away from kissing. "And right when we were both naked, the forest was gone. There were only stars... all around us." His penis brushed against her sex and she stroked it. He could barely finish. "Oh. Right when we got close, I woke up, but I think we both know what was going to happen."
"I do." Elsa then cried out in surprise and pleasure when Jack entered her. He didn't know how long he'd be able to hold out since he was already so close, especially with the faces she was making. No dream could compare. He wanted to fill her with all of his love as she cuddled him, letting a hand grope his backside. Jack used to squirm in embarrassment when she did that, namely because he felt he didn't have an ass worth gripping, but Elsa made him feel like a Greek sculpture whenever she caressed him and traced the lines of his trim muscles. It was she who was the perfect one; every curve, the softness of her skin, the groans and gasps of intimacy that sent him over the edge.
It happened so quickly, but this time it didn't matter. He just wanted to be inside her for eternity—coming in his princess felt like walking up stairways of stars, and waiting for him at the top was Elsa herself, brighter than the moon. As she folded him in her arms, his entire body shuddered and with abrupt, disjointed gasps and moans did he spill his love into her.
What he registered next was Elsa stroking his face and hair as he caught his breath. He was still playing with her breasts when she met her end and they rolled into a tight snuggle.
"Better than dream me?"
Jack sniggered, "Always." He kissed her forehead. "You know... it's only fair now that you tell me your dreams about me."
Elsa scratched her chin. "Which one...? The one I had where there was a dragon attacking Arendelle and for some reason you went to fight it yourself? There was also one where we went sledding but we lost control and had to try and find our way out of a glacier." As she went on, Jack grew more and more unamused... God, he loved her. "Oh, I had another where for some reason you were taming bears... that one was pretty fun."
"You know what, never mind. Good night."
