Gently fondling him, Elsa traced her hand over his shaft, rising up and down his length as he moaned and sighed. Before they made love, Jack and Elsa were rather fond of foreplay; it wasn't unusual for one to give the other a bit of a warm-up, and with how well they'd come to know each other over the years, their fevers rose unbelievably fast.
"Elsa–" He sighed.
"Shh..." She put her finger to his lips. She was just getting started. Straddling him, Elsa pulled him inside of her and Jack couldn't quell a feral moan as she began to bounce on his dick like her life depended on it. Her peach-soft breasts bounced back and forth as she rode him and Jack reached up to fondle them. "Jack," she was saying, "Jack," it was heaven.
If only this were actually happening.
Unfortunately for him, it had been weeks since they'd last been intimate, and Jack was getting desperate. Since Elsa had revealed that she was expecting their first child, Jack was uneasy about asking her for sex. He didn't know whether it would be safe for her or their baby that wasn't due until July, and she was already a little over a month in.
Elsa, please, harder–!
Jack felt a pleasurable shudder swim all through his body as this image went through his mind and he jerked his dick back and forth in his hand, imagining it was inside Elsa's snug haven between her thighs.
He could hear her voice. Oh God, Jack!
"Oh–!" He gasped. He needed release, and the only opportunity he'd had that day was while Elsa was in the bath, just before bed. He knew he had at least a twenty-minute window before she'd be out. Oh God, how he wished it were her hand or mouth instead. As Jack was nearing his climax, he began to wonder if it'd hurt to ask her to finish the job. But every time the thought came to mind, he'd think about the baby growing inside of her and tell himself it wasn't right.
Just finish this, you're almost there...
"Jack!" Elsa's voice spooked him out of his fantasy and he hastily let go of himself.
"Yeah?" He sounded strained, but hoped she wouldn't notice.
"I think I forgot to grab a towel, could you bring me one?"
Guilty, he eyed the towel he'd thought was used and had been planning to use to keep his... 'mess' a secret. Shit. "Yeah, I got it!" A bit defeated and still hard as a rock, Jack hobbled out of bed and brought the towel with him. Seeing her soaked naked body wouldn't help his cause (well, it would, but in this case...), so he'd need to be in and out quickly. He also didn't want her noticing his erection, made more obvious in his loose pajama pants, so when he entered, he held the towel low in front of his waist.
Although he'd intended to hang the towel on the rack to give her some privacy, he couldn't look away. She looked so sexy.
Elsa was lounging in the hot water, her creamy, white skin glowing a slight pink from the heat and being scrubbed with soap. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a knot so it wouldn't get wet. Her breasts rose and fell as she took light breaths, completely relaxed. "Thank you, handsome." She said, eyes still closed.
Jack gulped. His erection twitched and he was just grateful that he wasn't coming all over himself like he might have in his pubescent pre-teen days. "No problem." He hung the towel up and went for the door.
"I'll be out in a second." She sighed, "This feels so nice."
"I bet." Jack cleared his throat to cover up why his voice sounded so tight. "I'll let you be." He could feel how bright red his cheeks were. Sometimes Elsa made him feel like a schoolboy with a crush and not her husband who was about to become a father with her. Elsa had bemoaned how tired she was going to be, how much her body was going to change, but Jack was up to the challenge. He'd been there to help his mother when she was pregnant with Sophie, and he could vividly remember all those months of anticipating his little brother or sister. It was also poor Elsa who'd have to carry and birth their child, so he ought to make the process as easy for her as possible.
The servants were the unlucky ones when Elsa was begging for Belgian chocolate right after they'd returned from town with the newest imports. She was so specific that she could tell the difference between local and Belgian chocolate—it was almost frightening. Just one of the many things Jack loved about her, her attention to detail (which came in handy during love-making).
Lying back down again, Jack wondered if he should even finish. His erection was throbbing, about to burst from its need for relief, and Jack had only been fueled even more by what he just saw. If she's asking for a towel, that means she'll be out soon. But how soon? This was maddening, but it's not like this was the longest he'd gone without sexual interactions while he struggled with his desires. He could wait until his bath in the morning, where cleaning up the evidence would be easier and less embarrassing.
When Elsa came and lied down next to him, it was as if she were purposefully trying to torture him. She smelled so clean, her skin was soft, and she cuddled up against him. Jack tried to shift so she didn't feel his boner, only so she didn't make him tumble over the edge by brushing over it. He tried to focus on her raw beauty, on stroking her combed, damp hair, on how soon she'd be the mother of his child—their child.
It filled his heart with a joy he didn't know he'd one day experience.
"Hey, Jack?"
"Hm?"
"Are you nervous?"
How did she know? "About what?" He stammered.
"About the baby."
"Oh." That was not what he thought she was talking about. "Well, erm–"
"I don't want to make it worse by bringing it up, but you've just seemed so tense these past few days."
"I–It's not that. I meant it when I said I was excited. Aren't you?"
"Of course, but it's normal to be a little scared... right?"
"I'm sure." He kissed the top of her head. "We've got plenty of time before they're here. Don't worry."
Elsa grinned. "She's going to have an amazing daddy."
Jack smirked, "And the most amazing mo– 'She?'"
"Yup. I've decided it's going to be a girl."
Jack chuckled, "I don't think that's how it works."
"I've decided since we're destined to have two children," she joked, referencing the kransekake tradition held at their wedding, "we'll have a girl for me, and a boy for you."
He quirked a brow, "Aaand if not? Does that mean we get to try again?"
She leaned up and pressed her nose to his. "You hope so, don't you?" She sniggered mischievously and kissed his lips. If only she'd known how hungry Jack was for her, because instead of a quick peck, Jack held the kiss there, savoring her sweet taste while feeling her soft skin— "Whoa, someone's happy to see me."
Jack was caught now, but he didn't care. His cock felt like it was going to explode. "It's always like that with you." He rubbed her shoulders, "Elsa, I know it's not the best idea, but, I want... Could you please touch me?"
Elsa's eyes appeared hazy with lust, "I think I can do better than that." Then she pushed him down on his back. Jack swore he couldn't be more turned on by her when she did that. She began to pull his pants down.
"Oh, God–" He panted and watched as she took him into her mouth. The most euphoric burst of warmth swelled through his cock and he clutched the blankets in his balled fists. All he could do was gasp her name as she bobbed her head up and down his swollen dick that had ached to be inside her for so long. Indeed, it was so much better when she was the one touching him. The only woman in the world he wanted touching him.
Elsa released him, her lips making a slight smacking sound as she pulled back and started to lower her nightgown beneath her breasts. Jack wanted nothing more than to reach out and play with them, but Elsa took it a step further by squeezing his dick against her tender, soft breasts as she moved up and down. Thanks to years of practice, Jack no longer came at the mere sight of her supple breasts clutching his dick; that didn't mean it still didn't drive him crazy.
"Oh, Jack," Elsa panted. Her breasts had felt heavier these days, and she knew it would only get worse with time. That being said, she liked the feeling of being able to use them to give her husband pleasure. It was making her hotter by the minute. "Jack," saying his name was another way to drive him wild; it felt more like a torture strategy with how well she was playing him tonight. The more she tortured Jack, the more she tortured herself. She couldn't take much more.
She released him, and Jack was only baffled when she started to climb over him. Am I asleep? Is this a dream? It was almost too perfect not to be, so he had to ask, "Elsa, are you sure?"
"Yes. I want you." She rolled down her panties, barely breathing.
"What about—"
"It's safe, the baby will be fine." She'd read enough to know that the baby would be protected by anything coming inside of her, and that women sometimes used intercourse as a way to induce labor. Either way, she was getting what she wanted tonight. Heat was pooling between her thighs, and Jack felt her wetness slide against his skin as she rubbed herself against him, moaning blissfully.
Jack groaned, "Elsa, I haven't got much longer–!" She just kept rubbing, making this sweet dream almost feel like a nightmare. "And—I want to come in you!"
"Oh yeah?" He could hear the smile in her voice; she was enjoying this.
"Yes. Oh, God, please, let me come in you!"
That was enough to convince her. Just because she was pregnant, that didn't mean Elsa was going to stop teasing him. "As you wish, darling."
"Ohh!"
Bouncing on him, Elsa rode him as they joined hands. She would speed up and slow down as she saw fit. Jack would rub her thighs and stomach, he would massage her breasts and rub her nipples with his thumbs. "Ahh– Jack!"
Why didn't I just ask her this a week ago? This felt so good. There was nothing else in the world, only her. He wanted to spend eternity between her thighs, inside her tight, warm heat as long as she made him feel like this, as long as she kept moaning his name in sweet agony while she rubbed his shoulders and chest. They whispered and moaned sweet nothings until Jack reached his orgasm, climaxing inside of her so that she was met with white heat and a tormented moan.
"Oh, Jack, yes! Yes, please–!" Elsa cried out as hushed as she could to not alert any of the guards.
"Ooh..." Jack went limp as he spilled what was left inside of her. He took in deep heaps of breath as she took a few small thrusts on his hips. Normally, this would be where he'd wake up, but once he opened his eyes, he found Elsa still above him, leaning forward for a chaste kiss.
"I think we both needed that." She said and then climbed off of him. She wiped herself off in the bathroom before rejoining him in the bed.
"Wow," Jack said, still breathless, "I haven't come that hard in a while." He snuggled her close. "Someone's been holding out on me."
"I like to change up my regime every once in a while. As long as it keeps you satisfied."
"Unsatisfied? With you? Never."
"You're so cute," she rolled her eyes. "now then, to get back on topic. What are we gonna name our beautiful daughter?"
Jack sighed, "Can we worry about that when it's closer to time? I'm too tired to think now anyway."
"This is important. It has to be something regal!"
"We'll talk about it after I've had coffee... tomorrow."
"What about Freja? Or Eerika?"
"How about 'good night-icka?'"
Elsa yawned, but was having too much fun to admit she was ready to sleep as well. Her eyelids were so heavy that they were drooping as she said, "Maybe Runa... or Inge."
"What if it's a boy? Then this'll be all for nothing."
Elsa quirked a brow, "Well, how's this? What would you want to name them if they're a boy?" Jack's eyes opened and his soft smile slowly faded. It confused Elsa, especially when he looked away from her like he was ashamed. "Jack?"
"I... I had this idea, actually, that if we had a boy... I want to name him Nicholas... In a way, it'd be like giving my father another chance to live." Elsa didn't reply. He felt like he'd made everything morbid. "Of course, it's just an idea. I know there are better names out there–"
"No, Jack. I like that idea." She grinned. "If we have a boy, this time or the next, we'll name him Nicholas." She saw Jack's eyes light up. Elsa placed her hand over her still-flat belly. "No matter what, they're gonna be the most beautiful baby in the world."
Jack gave her stomach the most loving of gazes and placed his hand over hers. "...I can't wait to meet them."
