Sex isn't always sexy.

In the countless times Jack and Elsa had made love together, they'd had some fumbles.

Their first time had gone blissfully, but it had been all Jack could think about the following day, so much that he couldn't dare think of Elsa without getting hard.

He giddily asked her if they could do it again, like a kid on Christmas. Elsa assured him there would be plenty more times, but he weaseled his way into her bed chamber that night and she couldn't say no to such an eager face.

Elsa removed Jack's pants and she was down to the shift she had on under her dress, giving Jack a lovely valley of cleavage for him to indulge in. She loved him, and his pleasure was important to her, so Elsa knew a perfect remedy to sate him until she herself was ready for another round.

Elsa gripped his erection in her soft hand and jerked it back and forth as he watched, hardly able to contain himself. Jack couldn't believe all the time he'd wasted masturbating. His head fell heavily back into the pillow, but he was determined to watch. "Oh God—Elsa! Don't stop!" He panted, his cheeks were bright pink. As amazing as her hand was, Jack remembered what had almost sent him over the edge the night before, "Put it in your mouth... Please!" His voice was strained, desperate even. Honestly, it was so sweet.

"Making demands now?" Elsa chortled. "Aw, only because you said 'please.'" Jack watched, throbbing with anticipation as he watched her take him in.

"Ohh! Oh, God!" Somehow, it felt more intense than it had the night before. Jack covered his face with his hands as he felt her drag her lips up and down his length. "Ah—AH!" Everything was going perfectly. But then Elsa felt a little bold.

If I can make him feel this good with just my hand and mouth, I wonder what I could do with...

Elsa herself had wanted to experiment, and there were things she could only imagine would make a man aroused just from the mental-picture of it. She knew men loved breasts; she didn't even complain about how Jack tenderly fondled and kissed hers once he got to see them again. A bit iffy, she let go of his erection and the absence of her warmth was immediate as Jack peered down to see what she was doing.

He hoped this meant that she was in the mood for another true round, but she started to lean her chest over his crotch. "Elsa, wha–?"

"Just trust me." She squeezed his dick between her breasts and his erection swelled and twitched.

"Oh! Elsa!"

Yes! She was going to give him another coy lick, but Jack's cry wasn't just of pleasure. It was a warning.

The next thing she knew was jets of white fluid spurting in her face and she jumped backward. Jack's climax wound up with a mess on her sheets, his shirt... her face and neck. She was so taken aback that she sat there speechless. Jack recovered, only having a swift moment of bliss before he came back to reality.

Did he crack a joke? Did he apologize? Good God, it had felt so good, but now he felt terrible!

Completely monotone, Jack said, "I guess I need to work on my stamina." And they had to quickly clean everything, lest Elsa's father hang Jack and prop his head on a spike.

...

Another time, when the two had much more experience and knew what the other liked, Jack lovingly performed cunnilingus for his beloved soulmate. He loved her taste, her sweet smell, her joyous noises as she tangled her legs around him and clutched onto the blankets.

"Jack... Oh, Jack!" She breathed. Jack kissed her rose and then slipped his tongue inside, making sure not to forget the cute little bud that provided the most stimulus. "Oh God, I love you so much." She ran her fingers through his hair, but a wave of pleasure smacked her right in the face and she gripped the white strands and yanked aggressively.

"Ah!" Jack recoiled. "Ow! Jeez!" He rubbed the spot where she'd fiercely pulled. Elsa was surprised to not find pieces of his hair in her palm. But now they'd lost the moment.

Elsa could conclude that Jack wasn't into hair-pulling because of this.

"Guess this means it's time for a switch?" Elsa shrugged, smiling awkwardly.

...

Weeks later, Elsa was on top of Jack, kissing him, the two ready to mate like horny rabbits. As she went to playfully push Jack onto the pillow, his head met the headboard of her bed instead. "Ow!"

"Ooh! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just, let's reassemble." He lied down comfortably on the pillow.

"Got it."

...

Just another night of love-making, the two deep in the moment with Jack thrusting in and out of the love of his life. He's gasping, getting close, Elsa herself a moaning mess.

Elsa liked to call out his name, but tonight he'd been particularly dominant. Impulsively, she let the word spill out, "Daddy!"

All activity ceased. Jack blinked. Elsa blinked.

"Never call me that again."

"Agreed."

...

Some nights, Elsa and Jack would lie in bed beside each other and exchange looks.

"...You in the mood?"

"Maybe in the morning."

"All right."