Savour It

…o0o…

Harder, she needed it harder.

Her breath was heaving out of her chest as she tried to keep up with his frantic pace, both of them trying to reach that place, trying to reach that-

She couldn't even focus on her train of thoughts any more as he hauled her up to his chest so his head could bend comfortably and suckle to his heart's content on her perked nipple. Elsa removing her nails from his back, where probably he was going to have red scratches the next morning, to spear into his white soft head, holding him against her.

He grunted as the pain aroused him more that even Elsa could tell from the way he was twitching inside her.

Feeling her belly tighten more, she flopped back down on the comfy mattress that cradled her sweating body, she pulled Jack with her, spreading her thighs further apart, a futile attempt to get more of him in.

Tilting her head back, he panted hotly into her neck, sometimes giving a languorous lick to stop a trailing line of sweat.

She turned to roll him over and-

-Elsa flopped onto the cold tile of her floor with a groan of pain.

Wincing, she heaved her hand underneath her and blearily took in the red numbers on the clock. When she saw the time, half of her wanted to disbelieve that she had only slept from when she got in from her flight which was a couple of hours ago. But then the other half couldn't be surprised.

She had Jack in her arms, drunk mind you, but still had him none the less and she threw him away, ruining everything she touched with her bare hands, like normal.

Rolling and flopping on her back, her silk night dress slipped softly over her skin in a mock caress that had left her with an uncomfortable wet arousal between her legs, tempting her to bring a hand to touch there.

Snatching back her hand that tried to do just that, she glared firmly at the ceiling, revelling in the cold seeping in at her shoulder blades.

It was just a little crush. Nothing like some segregation to do the trick.

Victorious, using the bed, Elsa heaved herself off the floor and onto the bed with a sigh, she stared at her decorated ceiling. So why was there an emptiness?

Was she lonely?

No, she never needed anyone but herself; she would be fine.

But what of Jack?

What about him?

Well, wouldn't he feel bad if she pretended that he didn't exist?

You did it easily enough last time.

Elsa frowned pulling her covers over her body again. She did manage to ignore him successfully last time she mused, her index finger, finding the metal snowflake around her neck.

But it was different now, she had taken a taste of what he could really do….

No! She shook her head resolutely.

This time was just the same as last time. She could do it.

Snuggling into her pillow, she tried to allow her sleep to reclaim her, yet she was up all night thinking of a certain white haired boy.

…o0o…

Over the course of the week, Elsa's perseverance was slowly decreasing as she spied on Jack from her window and car.

Both the families were back from a relaxing holiday and through careful nonchalant questions to Anna, Jack had been drinking most of his time, yet thankfully to Elsa (although she would claim this not to be true), he hadn't taken anyone home.

And it wasn't like she was going out to seek him. She was already plagued by him at night where her writhing got her nowhere, leaving her unsatisfied and yearning for a certain cold boy's touch. Man she mentally corrected with some reluctance, because there was no way that she could deny that he had a lust that rivalled a fully grown man's rather than a barely there adult.

But no, she saw him just leaving his house, perfectly timed with when she was leaving for work, him always pretending that he didn't see her which hurt Elsa more than she realised, and she always trying to act like she didn't notice him either.

Yet it was painfully obvious when she started rushing to try and get out of the door at the same time as Jack, that her little crush wasn't something to be ignored like last time. And like last time, was ignoring him really that effective?

But she was curious.

Where was he going so early in the morning? He would be dressed in a navy bomber jacket over his threadbare blue jumper that she could've sworn was the same one from when he just hit puberty. There was much evidence to consolidate this with the fact that in places such as the elbows and shoulders were almost silver with wear. He also would always have a bag of bread in his hand, crumbs mind you, but where could have he been going?

Curious, Elsa deliberately ran late just to watch where Jack was going.

Yes, she knew it was creepy but her curiosity was not to be sated in any other way.

What was he doing?

But finally, almost a week after the fateful ski trip, Elsa had her answer.

She had her answer, she was tired, aroused and damn it if this wasn't a sign that Jack was hinting at.

She just wanted her sleep back, was it too much to ask for some good amount of sleep where her imagination could be sated by the real deal happening?

Sitting in her room, eying the hanger that was dangling off her closet door provocatively, she was wary of even putting it on. If it gave off that much sex appeal while off the hanger, what if she put it on and he was scared away?

Elsa tugged her lip between her teeth, nibbling on the skin. But in doing so, she was just reminded of the dream she had the night before which hardened her resolve.

She was going to do it, if it was the last thing she would ever do.

…o0o…

Jack sat on the park bench where this mess all began before he knew how much hassle it would be ultimately. His fingers were absently picking at the pieces of stale bread which he sprinkled mindlessly for the ducks that were quacking up a storm around his feet.

It had been a week since the holiday and Elsa had left early. It had been a week since he basically had his tongue down her willing throat. Kissed those lips, feeling of all her dips and curves. But whatever. Not that he was going over and over it in his head, trying to figure out if there was something he could have done.

Jack tossed a larger chuck a little more bitterly, savouring the feel of the equally bitter wind through his hair, throwing his hair into a kind of chaos, tangling in his long eyelashes. Irritably, he brushed it back from his forehead, trying to holding the sigh that was building up in his chest.

He really thought that this time, it was it. They were golden.

Sure he sounded a bit snappy towards her when the car accident came up but what guy wants to describe how a man deliberately crashed into his car to try and kill you just to get back at your mother and father?

And why was she willing to throw them away from some mindless comment about him not willing to share about this one particular issue?

It wasn't something that he liked to bring up, let alone know how to.

Hey, I know we are getting pretty hot and heavy and all however there might be slight complications as our company has more press than yours so you will ultimately become a target too from some car manic psychopaths. So how about a cheeky blow job before we continue?

Yeah, he didn't think that would work either.

Tightening his scarf around his neck, Jack looked blankly into the lake where a muggy film of pond weed and slight ice had reached the surface. It had frozen the night before and the chunks were barely defrosting in the early morning light.

He heard some distinctive clicks of heels which made him frown.

What woman would wear those in this ridiculously cold weather? Or even this early in the morning?

Curiosity, that needed to be sated, forced Jack's head to turn towards the path where he saw Elsa standing too (albeit at a distance), next to his bench, much to his surprise.

Turning back to the ducks at his feet, he played for nonchalant.

"I see you don't have any bread for the ducks, do you want to share mine?" he asked, not daring to hope for more than Elsa would be willing to offer.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her turn her head towards him, contemplate his profile for a moment before, walking around the back of his bench, her gloved fingers whispering along the back of the worn wood before perching on the other side of the seat.

Elsa reached for the bread in the middle which Jack timed to do at the same time, causing their fingers to kiss lightly.

Instead of yanking her hand away like Jack imagined, she left hers next to his, giving up any pretence of reaching for the food for the ducks.

Tentatively, she curled her finger around his finger tip, a mock hand hold.

Jack followed up the black long coat sleeve to see Elsa's shy eyes still focused on their joined fingers.

"I doubt you can feed the ducks like this," Jack said softly, not willing to shatter the silence around them too abruptly.

Elsa finally brought her face up to meet his, her cheeks already flushed from the cold, turning a deeper crimson when she saw his face looking at her.

"That's what the other hand is for," she responded simply as, true to her word, brought her other hand out of her lap and picked at the stale bread and spread it in a wide arc so the ones at the back could get fed.

"That and other things," Jack said impulsively with a roguish smirk and didn't realise what he had said until Elsa's shocked eyes met his and instead of just her face turning red, it was her ears that were a beacon to any moth surrounding them.

Wanting to fully maim himself at the blatant innuendo, he was about to apologise, his brow creasing, Elsa reached out with said hand and smoothed the dent, her smile embarrassed yet confident.

"And other things," she agreed quietly, her voice sounding scratchy, almost… bedroom-y.

But it was a voice that Jack somehow knew wasn't intended for anyone else. He knew that she would probably have felt stupid if she had ever done that with anyone but him.

Elsa would know that he wouldn't laugh at her. Or at least he hoped that she would know.

But he lost all train of thought when one smooth, cold hand pulled down a cheek and inevitably his chin, allowing his mouth to fall open and to be pulled towards her ethereal form.

Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up. Please, please, PLEASE-

Jack groaned as a wet mouth closed over first his bottom lip before sparing a light lick to his upper, and then dived in.

"Yes please," Jack hadn't known he had whispered before his free hand reached for her braid and was using it as leverage to force her mouth harder against him which Elsa agreed on with a small whimper too.

"At least you still remember your manners," Elsa said teasingly, probably unaware that it had the sultry smoothness of a warm whiskey.

Wishing that there was less time for talking Jack took advantage of her distraction, mindless to the awful quacking of the birds around their feet, he pushed the pile of stale bread to the ground, much to the birds' delight, scooted along the frigid bench. His hand that was currently trapped in Elsa's hand hold was wrenched free in a fit to push the cold hand under her coat to test the fabric of her clothes.

Jack hadn't taken note of what she was wearing originally yet as he hadn't noticed that she had use her hand to keep it firmly closed and Jack felt why.

She wasn't wearing anything under it.

Well, she was wearing something, but Jack thought that a lacy corset where he could feel the pebbling of a rosy nipple following the thinness of the fabric, didn't count.

Reaching down to a black stocking leg with a fine trimming running at the top of a toned thigh, he groaned as he felt his finger getting caught in the garter strap.

It definitely didn't count.

Elsa seemed uncaring of her state of dress considering how conservative she had been apparently dressing like for the first few years but drinking in her lascivious form now, he wanted more of this Elsa.

He needed a proper taste rather than the one they shared only a week ago.

In his musings he hadn't realised their mouths had broken apart where Elsa was biting his pale skin with a fervour that Jack even found hard to replicate. He also didn't mind the fact that, despite the early time of seven o'clock, there were no early morning runners weren't out to see her cup his crotch boldly, causing him to jerk back with a hiss.

Elsa gave a fucking giggle where one of her hands was brought up to her lips to try and hide that deliciously sinful mouth from him.

But Jack wasn't having any of that.

Pushing the remaining hand against his crotch, he gently prodded her to move.

And she did. Slowly.

Painfully.

Beautifully.

Then Jack heard the worse thing ever: the pounding of a runner's feet on the pavement behind the bench and running around the lake.

Jack was sure that she would stop, that she would pull away with a frosty expression but instead Elsa surprised him in a wonderfully seductive way that Jack contemplated, even for a split second that she could have been a prostitute with a fetish for voyeurism.

In the pretence of innocently enjoying the scenery with her boyfriend, she lay her head on his shoulder, giving him a whiff of a spicy Christmas special shampoo.

However, the only thing that wasn't innocent was the way that her hand kept rubbing.

Her face turned to his to lay a slight kiss on the plane of his cheek, her breath panting in his face showing her excitement and he wanted to reciprocate yet when the hand that was all tangled in her garter strap tried to reach for the place betwixt her legs, trying to ease some of her suffering for her, it was caught. It was restrained.

Turning his head slightly he spied her pouty lips and the slight shake of her head before continuing to give gentle rubs, moving in less than soothing circles, building up a pressure that Jack was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back, to prove that he wasn't still in his adolescence.

But she wasn't making it easy as she gave these throaty little moans, as if giving him pleasure was the thing that was setting her off. Leaning in, her moist breath tickled the shell of his ear before it was joined by a hot wet tongue which coupled with the almost frostbitten air, triggered Jack to jerk his hips in surprise and extreme arousal.

"Elsa," Jack panted, turning his face to hers again, trying to dislodge the eager tongue which wasn't making it any easier for him. "Not that I'm complaining, but why…?"

Elsa gave another one of her throaty moans and Jack wanted to tug her mouth to his so he could sample each one of those irresistible sounds, sucking it into his body, maybe forcing her to follow it.

His question obviously startled Elsa as she jerked her face away, blushing but this time not from the cold or embarrassment, no, from arousal that he inspired. However, much to his relief or chagrin, her hand slowed, alternating to lengthening stroked rather than the teasing circles and rubs.

"I," Elsa seemed to hesitate, frowning, probably unsure of her own reasoning, uncaring of Jack who had rested his head on the back of the bench as he felt his muscles tightening from his nearing climax. "I think I have had enough of being jealous from the side lines that I want you without me being a bitch about it."

Jack chuckled lowly, his eyes taking in a wide dilating of her eyes while her legs shift, inevitably probably trying to relieve the pressure between her legs.

He was aware of what he was doing to the mature woman and felt like there was a frozen giant marshmallow inside of him demanded a need to explode with pure masculine ego that he, Jack Frost, was able to send this mature twenty three year old into a hit of ecstasy.

"Admittedly, I wasn't expecting this when I was imagining a repeat encounter," Jack said lowly, his head bending with his words a grunt coming through his throat with a particularly hard stroke.

Elsa's hand unwittingly began to speed up again, causing Jack to lose train of thought.

"Maybe we can have a repeat encounter right now if you want?" Elsa inserted smoothly as she pressed down on his hardened erection that was slowly killing him with each thunder of his pulse, of each breathy word that leaked out of her mouth.

"You have a car?" he asked, his own hand sneaking up her thigh as he used his low voice to distract her while burying his nose into her hair.

Elsa tried to give an intelligent answer, trying to play it cool but instead her head bounced up and down in her eagerness to get closer to him.

Maybe those hot dreams that she had been having would finally ease away.

Buttoning up her coat with a surprising swift and deft fingers considering he had been sitting there for little over half an hour without gloves on, trying to cover her from the perverts who could spy the corset that was for his eyes only.

Elsa, tugging on his hand with her ridiculously high shoes, took him towards the car park where she had conveniently parked in the far corner.

Jack couldn't help but give a low laugh as he pulled her to a slower pace, with his arms wrapped around her waist as he nuzzled her neck.

"I love how organised you are," he murmured in her ear. "It's so sexy."

"Pish," Elsa tried to bat off his compliment, attempting not to show him how his comment made her blush like a school girl. "Organisation is obviously such a turn on," she scoffed sarcastically, yet didn't protest as she blindly looped her hands around his neck behind her as he pumped his length once with her bottom, giving her a taste of what was to come.

"You somehow manage to carry it off," he whispered, one hand slipping down over the front of her coat as her silver car loomed in front of them, his fingers twitching right at the apex of her thighs.

"So you think I can put it on my CV?" Elsa asked throatily as Jack's hands began to wander into her pockets to find the keys.

Once finding them he also, with a raised eyebrow, Jack stared at the condom in his other hand, causing her to blush madly.

"Someone was confident," Jack said with a smirk, but his thumb pressed down on the key anyway, revealing the blinking lights to show that it was open.

Elsa ripping open the door to the passenger side, pushed Jack in, his hair scraping the low ceiling before the impossibly beautiful Elsa climbed on top of him, her hand already reaching for his face where she plunged her tongue in with a renewed vigour.

Gasping the door handle, Jack shut it so through the tinted windows they were given a resemblance of privacy, allowing him to grasp the toned upper bottom of the grinding woman on top of him, her moans developing into whimpers as her hips gyrated against his, pushing his erection to a new height.

Tilting his head back, he found that this woman on top of him, really liked necks as she suckled on it, as if she had been dying of thirst in the desert and had found an oasis.

Before he knew it, his hands were bypassing the knickers, hunting for a less awkward way to get them off without the thin lace coming off the top of the breasts. Reminded of the barely attended nipples, Jack brought a hot mouth to a chilled area where Elsa gasped, her hand going to the ceiling, clinging for dear life while his tongue teased and roamed around the right globe.

Just as he was leaving, Elsa wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that at this rate she would just climax from him sucking on her breasts yet her prayers were answered or disproved when Jack lowered his head again and tongue a tight nipple on the other side. His hand abandoned its spot on her hip that was still trying to find a way to disconnect it all without taking off the way too attractive top half.

Elsa could barely think nor breathe as one of her perfectly manicured hands gripped a tight clump of Jack's soft, snow white hair wanting to hold him to her, wanting to force him away.

Finally feeling his hand to try and find another access to her, she took pity on him and guided his hand through the slit in her knickers to her wet heat.

"Crotchless," she managed to gasp before, Jack took advantage of this and tugged her forward further, his fingers already sneaking through the wet, his blunt finger nail just scrabbing at the hardened nub.

Elsa banged her head as she threw her head back again. She groaned a little from the pain and a little from the pleasure.

"Shit Elsa, are you okay?" Jack asked concerned, his hand abandoning the much deserted area that was throbbing with a need.

"Fine, fine, just-urgh," Elsa forwent words to suck Jack towards her with her mouth, grinding herself against him desperately, trying to create the friction that was too good before.

"Maybe we shouldn't-" Jack continued after wrenching his head away, hesitant to her pain.

"If you stop, I will kill you. Slowly," Elsa threatened, her eyes flashing with a cold fire.

Jack still looked concerned despite his hand reaching back to the space allowing Elsa to finally sigh in relief for the arousal that was overcoming her very body. Jack continued his work to kiss lightly on her unblemished skin, his lips barely making contact with the slender column.

"I just don't want to rush this," he muttered into her ear, his other hand reaching up to angle her neck more directly towards him.

She almost missed a grind in her surprise. Jack had thought this through? He had been thinking about this too?

He really wanted her other than the sexual sense?

Pulling back from his touch for a moment, Elsa cupped his bleary face, his mouth swollen from her vicious kisses.

"You want to go out with me, even after everything I have done to you?" she asked hesitantly.

He looked into her eyes, his face unreadable as it leant closer, and closer.

"Elsa, I love you," he whispered before his lips collided with hers and then…

…Nothing.

Jack had pulled away and was smoothing out her braid which had come loose and more than a few strands were sticking out in whisps around her head in a mock halo from his eager fingers.

"That's why when I fuck you, when I dig into you, you will be conscious, you will be in a bed and our first time will not be in a car," Jack continued firmly, somehow effortlessly manoeuvred her into the driver's seat and buttoning her coat back up to her neck so no one would be able to notice what she was wearing underneath.

Elsa tried to reach out to him to stop him but Jack distracted her with a well-placed kiss on her cheek, the corner of her mouth, chin and then finally settling the best place on her lips with a release of air through his nose before he pulled away, looking again into her eyes, searching.

And whatever it was, he found it as he grinned before kissing her again and climbing out of the car.

Bending and giving a little wave, Jack sauntered off down the public path probably heading for his home and Elsa wondered why he didn't ask for a lift home but then after thinking of her attire, she realised that and both of their arousals, it would have been too hard. Well, maybe it was best that he had left then rather than her basically molesting his form.

Shifting into gear, Elsa drove back to her house, knowing she was going to be late for work however she couldn't bring herself to be upset about it.

After all, the smile that had been on her face after seeing Jack never left her mouth.

…o0o…

For those who have read my other story, you are probably going to be annoyed that I brought the idea of garters in again but hey I think Elsa likes them.

Only two more chapters to go!