Notes: This scene is very VERY MA, so please don't read unless you are interested in that kind of thing. Having said that... enjoy ;)
They stared at each other for a long moment, Anna's demand that he take off his clothes hanging in the air between them.
Kristoff chuckled and set her down on the bed. "You're a bossy one aren't you?" he teased and starting loosening his belt, but he moved slowly, teasingly. Something in her snapped in reaction.
Anna got to her knees and reached out for him, her fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt so she could lift it over his head. He was the one to suggest this, but he was taking his own sweet time now and she wasn't having any of it. "I thought you wanted me," she whispered, moving a hand up inside his shirt and feeling his muscled abs under her fingertips.
He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and stilled her hand. His brown eyes were serious and that more than anything stopped her manic pace. "Anna, we have plenty of time. Just because I suggested that we go to bed together doesn't mean I'm taking it lightly."
She couldn't hide her surprise, she was sure it was written all over her face. She wasn't sure she understood Kristoff, or this situation they were in, at all. If he didn't want a fling, what did he want? What could she afford to give him?
"Maybe we should think about this," she said quietly and sat back on the bed. Her head was spinning from their kiss and the rush of crazy desire that had overwhelmed her. She hadn't thought twice about throwing herself into his arms after he had suggested they go to bed together, but now that he was looking at her with those serious brown eyes she couldn't help but take a step back and rethink the past five minutes.
He sat next to her on the bed and took her hand in his. "Look, I'm not saying that I don't want to go to bed with you right now… because I do. I really want you. I'm just saying that one night stands aren't something I make a habit of doing. Even if I don't want to admit it, I like you."
"You could have fooled me," she said grumpily, thinking back over the past couple of days. He had been everything from angry and belligerent to downright rude as he ignored her. Saying that he liked her now felt like he was just trying to get into her pants, which wasn't necessary because she had already shown she was more than willing.
He laughed again, but it was more self depreciating this time. "I'm not good with people," he agreed, "and I like my privacy, so I know I can come off a little grumpy sometimes…"
"A little?" Anna interrupted, her voice squeaky with surprise and disbelief. "I thought you were going to kick me out of the cottage when you found out your friend double booked us. You really need to work on your people skills."
"Hush," he chided her and put a finger to her lips so she wouldn't interrupt him again. "Now, as I was saying, I can come off as grumpy, but it's only because I like my privacy. I like being alone and enjoying time to myself. But, having said that, you aren't a bad person to spend a vacation with. You like my cooking and you have legs that drive me crazy. It may not be my ideal vacation, but that isn't your fault and I'm sorry if I made it seem that way."
She was in complete shock. She couldn't doubt the sincerity of his words, not when his eyes held her gaze that way and his thumb brushed circles on the back of her hand. She was also struck by how different he was than Hans. She had never had a conversation with him like this, not one that felt this real and connected. It was sad that she had only realized that after the fact.
Her voice was shaky as she struggled to find some way to respond. "My legs drive you crazy, huh?"
His lips twitched but managed to give her a solemn nod. "Almost as much as your shoulders. I've never seen freckles like yours before. It makes me curious."
"Curious about what?" she asked, feeling herself leaning into him with every word spoken. He had her hypnotized with those eyes and she doubted she would be able to keep her hands to herself for much longer.
"If you have them anywhere else," he whispered, his lips coming within an inch of hers.
She shivered, feeling his words brush over her like a caress. A very intimate caress.
She closed the distance between their lips and gave him a very different kiss than the one they had shared a few minutes earlier. That one had been all teeth and tongues, filled with a raging lust and searching fingers. This one was softer, brimming with promise at what was to come, but also with a better understanding of what this was. It wasn't a one-night stand, it was an understanding between two people. It had possibilities of something more.
"About my freckles…" she whispered against his lips, her tone playful, "I've been told they are everywhere."
Another laugh escaped him. "How long do you think it would take me to taste each one?"
Heat flooded her, making her core grow warm and damp. Damn, he was good at this. "I'm not sure," she admitted breathlessly. She wasn't as good at wordplay as Kristoff, but she certainly enjoyed listening to him speak.
"I guess we better get started," he suggested, "we only have eleven days left."
Her heart pounded against her ribcage, a racing beat that was almost painful. Never before had she been as turned on by a man just with words. It made her wonder if he could possibly measure up when they were finally skin to skin, racing for release. Just the thought of their naked skin beaded with sweat made her swallow hard. She didn't want to admit to herself how much she wanted it… wanted him. It was dangerous, but so delicious. How could she pass up this chance?
His fingers slid up her leg, his touch light and sensual. "I like the freckles here," he said, tracing a spattering of spots on her upper thigh. "I wonder if they taste different than the ones on your shoulders."
With shaky fingers, Anna grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, leaving her in just a bra and her cut off shorts. "Do you want to find out?" she asked softly, feeling a blush rise up her cheeks. She couldn't help it, she wasn't used to this kind of flirtation with her sexual partner. It was new and exciting, but also a little embarrassing.
With a glimmer of humor in his eyes, he bent his head to her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her skin.
She wasn't sure who moaned first, her or Kristoff, but the mingled sounds were like an aphrodisiac. The fact that he enjoyed touching and tasting her as much as she enjoyed being touched and tasted by him, spoke volumes about him as a lover. They had barely begun and she already knew it was going to be the most satisfying experience of her life.
"You taste like warm honey," he whispered as he moved from her shoulders to her collar bone, his tongue tracing little circles along her skin. "It must be that bubble bath you used last night. I was right… it tastes like it smells."
Her head fell back as a wave of pleasure washed through her. Kristoff cuddled her to his chest and then moved them back onto the bed, so she was sinking into the pillow top mattress with his body covering hers like a blanket. They were in exactly the right position for his jean clad arousal to hit her core and she moaned again, grinding herself up against him. He responded with a nip of his teeth on her neck.
"Don't rush me," he growled against her neck, "I told you I wanted to taste every one of your freckles and I meant it. I want to have you puddled at my feet before I slide inside of you."
She whimpered and slid her hands up under the back of his shirt, her fingers digging into his shoulders as his tongue traced along the top of her lacy bra. "I never imagined you as a tease," she said, her breath hitching with every swipe of his tongue against her skin.
"I've never been involved with a girl with freckles before," he replied. "I guess things change."
"They're just freckles," she argued, which was difficult because he was inching her bra strap down her shoulder and uncovering her left breast to his searching mouth.
"They're sexy," he said simply. It was a tone that effectively ended her argument, especially when he looked up from her chest and his eyes seared into hers. He wasn't kidding around, he really found her freckle kissed skin to be sexy. She was both surprised and pleased. And even more than that, she was aroused, really aroused. How did he keep doing this to her? For the first time in a long time she actually felt beautiful and sexy. This alone was worth all the stress and pain she had been feeling in the past month. Meeting Kristoff made it all worth it.
She dragged his face from the top of her breast and set her lips on his. She needed to take back at least a little control here or she would slip into a pleasure coma and miss out on teasing him in return. "Kiss me," she breathed, "let me be involved. Let me tease you back."
He looked like he wanted to argue, but she wouldn't let him. She was going to be a full participant in this, she wouldn't settle for anything left. So, she rolled him onto his back and slid down the bed until she was hovering over his groin. With a wicked grin, she started unzipping his jeans, stopping his protest with a saucy wink. When she spread his pants open, she was a little shocked at what she found.
"You don't approve of going commando?" he asked innocently, but his eyes were filled with mirth.
She didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, she pulled his pants down over his hips and tossed them onto the floor, leaving him bare to her viewing pleasure, and oh… what a view it was. He was thick and hard, standing at attention just for her. What's more, he had a small sexy brown mole just above the blonde curls that was just begging to be kissed. She suddenly understood his fascination with her freckles. Spots like that were almost like little magnets pulling you in. Very sexy.
His eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and she bent her head and pressed a kiss to the mole. While she was there she couldn't help but move her lips down his shaft until she reached the tip where one glistening drop hung. She licked it off with her tongue and grinned at him. "I like the way you taste," she teased, feeling a heady power as she took control.
"Damn it, Anna," he swore, bolting upright and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her back down onto the bed next to him. "You've proved your point, all right?"
"Good," she grinned again and then ran her tongue along his lips, making him gasp and shudder a little. "So, are you going to keep teasing me or are we going to have sex?"
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it over by his jeans then gave her a mischievous smile. "What do you think?"
"I think I'm overdressed," she said and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She managed to do it in one try and she slid it down her shoulders and held it between them for a moment, relishing in the way his eyes moved from the bit of white lace to her suddenly bared breasts.
"Damn right," he agreed. "It's too bad about the shorts, though. I really like the way your legs look in them."
"I'll wear them for you later," she promised, "but for now…"
She slipped out of her remaining clothes and moved back to his side, slipping one leg over him so she was straddling his groin, his cock straining at her entrance. When she had been with Hans, she had never felt this kind of freedom in the bedroom. He had been the one to take control and she had been expected to cater to his whims and wants. With Kristoff it was entirely different. She could be a little wild, a little aggressive. She could be anyone she wanted to be, ask for anything she wanted him to do. It was a freeing revelation.
"Cowgirl, huh?" he asked appreciatively. His fingers grasped her hips and his eyes lit up with pleasure.
She shifted against him, reveling in the deliciousness of the friction. "I've always wanted to try this position," she admitted, hoping that he didn't point out the pink flush staining her cheeks.
"I suppose everyone needs to experiment at some point in their lives," he agreed, though she heard a hint of excitement in his voice. He wasn't showing it on his face, but when he twitched against her she knew he was looking forward to giving her the experience of her life.
Shedding her last traces of embarrassment, Anna pulled her hair free of the pony tail she had stuck it in, and let the tresses fall down around her shoulders. It created a small strawberry blond waterfall around her, giving her an air of sensuality that she had previously lacked. She was rewarded with wide eyes and another twitch of his cock.
The wait had been long enough, maybe too long, and Anna didn't want to wait any longer. She took his hand and brought it to her breast, cupping his palm around her. "Make me moan," she begged him, her words both a request and a demand. "Make me burn."
His breath came out in a wheeze, but he was able to whisper, "Yes Ma'am."
From that point, everything seemed to flow naturally. He slid into her, filling and warming her body. The friction of their skin sliding against each other made her whimper with pleasure. His hands moved to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. He definitely made good on her demand to make her moan. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, feeling the pleasure crest and peak inside of her. She rocked against him, matching him thrust for thrust as she rode him to a joint orgasm. And when she finally reached her climax, she wasn't embarrassed by the tears she shed. For their first time, it was pretty damn perfect.
She collapsed next to him afterward, letting him cuddle her against his chest so they could catch their breaths. Her ear was pressed against his heart, listening to his pulse slow as they came down from their sexual high. It was the best she had ever felt in her life, no contest.
"I think we should share the bed," she murmured as she snuggled into him.
"We just did," he reminded her with a breathy chuckle. "I'm not sure I'm ready to go again just yet."
"Not like that," she groaned, giving him a playful slap on his shoulder. "I meant that we should share it at night. It's silly to make you sleep on the couch after what we just did."
He was quiet for a long moment, his racing heart the only indication that he hadn't fallen asleep on her. Finally, she felt him brush a kiss to the top of her head. "Whatever you say, Freckles."
She couldn't help but smile.