A/N: SWP (Smut without plot). My feeble attempt. Nothing in this chapter moves the story at all, unless you have to know how our intrepid Fitzwilliam got those scratches on her back. Please feel free to skip to Chapter 8 when it arrives, which will be soonish.
The first time was rather conventional. That didn't make it any less memorable, but it was almost quaint. Carolina knew that most women, virtually all women, responded to some basic techniques. She already knew what Elsa liked as far as kissing, and it wasn't too much of a stretch from there. Her teeth, lips and tongue made a slow circuit of all the places that made Elsa groan or gasp. There were long passionate kisses while her fingers caressed a breast, gently rolled and massaged erect nipples. From there she began to move downward, nibbling and licking and sucking all the way.
She spent a good deal of time with Elsa's sensitive breasts with her mouth too. She found that sucking and then dragging her teeth over them led to desperate hands wrapped in her hair. There was no biting, not yet, but it was nice to know where the sensitive spots were. She continued her circuitous pathway down, ribs, cute little belly button, then she ran a wet tongue over Elsa's hip. There was another gasp and then whine as she skipped down to kiss the sensitive back of Elsa's knee. She started an equally slow journey upward, chewing her way up from her knee, tasting Elsa's thigh, getting closer to the heat and her scent. When she looked up to admire her handiwork she saw thoroughly soaked curls, she felt Elsa's rigid abdomen and imagined there were things tightening she couldn't see. She thought Elsa might come if she breathed hard enough on her. That was a very empowering thought, and she was tempted to try… but she felt desperate hands tangling in her hair again.
"Oh God, please," Elsa said her voice a broken gasp.
There was one teasing stroke of warm wetness, maybe two … long drawn out, never anywhere long enough for Elsa to reach a climax. Then she gave in and began tonging with focus and precision, and she was right it only took a few minutes before Elsa bucked underneath her. Carolina held on pinning her in place, not allowing her to pull away, drawing out the moment as long as possible. At last there was a long keening whine and she felt frost on her back and then hands pounding on her head. Finally she let go.
"Oh ...ugn." Elsa was still shaking when she crawled back up to hold her, shaking and making indecipherable noises. A very thin layer of powdery snow covered the bed. It slowly faded away.
Carolina sent her fingers skittering downward, teasing, but Elsa grabbed them and pulled them back, clutching them with a vise grip. "God … just … just no … can't think."
Chuckling, Carolina pulled her tightly into her chest, stroking her hair, nuzzling her neck, waiting for the aftershocks to quiet.
Finally Elsa looked up at her with eyes that could focus and see. Her face was luminescent, she had the biggest silliest looking smile on. She reached over with her thumb and wiped off Carolina's lips and then her nose.
"You're really wet."
Yeah, I'm really wet? There was a moment there I thought I might drown."
Elsa gave her a playful slap and snuggled in closer. Carolina bent over and pulled her up into a kiss.
"That's really different from … you know."
"I know what?" asked Carolina.
"Doing it … well doing it with yourself."
"So, I was … acceptable?"
"Oh yes." Elsa shuddered again. They lay like that for minutes maybe even ten or fifteen and then Elsa started to push herself up off the bed.
"Where do you think you're going?" Carolina asked.
"Well, I thought I should … I could."
"Unh, unh, unh," Carolina tisked in the negative. "I'm not done with you yet."
"But I can't ..."
"Oh yes, you can … " Carolina shifted and brought out Elsa's left hand from where it was buried between them. "Now you were saying it was different when you did it yourself."
"Yes," she answered warily.
"Show me."
"I can't do that … here, with you." Elsa blushed and looked down.
"Oh, I think you can." Carolina chuckled. "You're going to do this for me. You're going to do this and you're going to tell me how it feels while you do it. You're going to show me what you want, and you're going to tell what you want."
Elsa's blush got even deeper, and she turned away. But Carolina took her hand and moved it down right into place. Elsa's fingers stretched out and she began gently stroking. When she turned her head back she looked straight into Carolina's eyes and hesitantly began to talk … more whisper than anything else. Carolina looked back with the same intensity, only sending her eyes away briefly when she noticed Elsa's right hand had joined her left, the strokes were firmer now, and she used her right hand to fuck herself. That was what Carolina was waiting for.
She pulled Elsa's hands away and quickly, roughly replaced them with hers. She had her left arm curled under Elsa, supporting her and her right hand was thrusting, slow and first then harder and faster, her fingers wet and slippery, sliding and curling with each stroke. She used her thumb to stroke her clit. Her tempo increased, she changed her angle. She could feel spasms starting, the tell-tale clench on her fingers … small, irregular, but there.
"Please," Carolina said, breathlessly "I want to hear it. I want to hear you scream. Please."
Elsa's hands latched on to her back and grabbed her hard. Her nails raked down Carolina's back. She pulled her closer, trying to pull her fingers deeper. Everything went still for a long minute, the only thing Elsa could hear was a heartbeat, her heartbeat, fast and loud. Then her back arched as if she would bend in two. She came crying out Carolina's name.
That hadn't been the last time for either of them. Elsa found out that by this time Carolina was hot, wet and ready to go and well, turn about was fair play. She wasted little time working on her newly discovered skills, and she turned out to be rather good at them. Carolina had to try not to smile when Elsa got all puffed up and proud when she made her come more than once in a row. Finally to get her new prodigy to stop she had to flip her on her back and pin her down.
"Stop it," she hissed, as she held Elsa's arms above her head.
Elsa struggled and then grumped, "Damn, you're strong. I'm going to have to figure out some ice … some way to do this to you with ice."
Carolina laughed outright at that.