Chapter 2

In truth, Elsa’s imagination was very close to reality. As soon as the door to their room was closed Anna was kissing her husband with passion. Even though their marriage wasn’t so fresh that they were desperate to make love every single day, they still had sex most nights. Tonight was definitely going to be one of those nights. She smiled to herself as she thought back over the last few hours, grateful that Olaf was ignorant and Elsa too focused on the game to notice the way she and Kristoff were flirting with each other. Subtle looks that spoke so much, hand touches that lingered just a little longer than necessary, feet caressing legs under the table, the way she bent over her cards to show off more than a little cleavage, him nonchalantly unbuttoning the top of his shirt to let her see hints of his strong, muscular chest.

How Elsa hadn’t noticed that last part in particular, as Anna herself could barely keep her eyes on her cards with that much sexy man flesh on display, she couldn’t even begin to guess. She had been half tempted to draw her sister’s attention to it just to see what kind of reaction she’d have. She ultimately decided against it, as no matter how Elsa reacted, she was sure that one of the things her sister would do would be to insist that Kristoff cover himself up, something she would rather avoid having happen. But now, thankfully behind closed doors, both subtlety and propriety were no longer needed and the part of her that she normally kept hidden when in public came out to play.

“I hope you weren’t planning on going to bed early,” she said, looking into Kristoff’s eyes with lust, “because I have an itch that needs scratching, and I know of only one thing that can help.”

Kristoff smiled, his hands wrapped around her petite waist. “Oh really? And what would that be?” he asked, hunger clear in his own voice. He loved it when Anna got in these moods. He had a great deal of stamina and normally could easily outlast her, but when she was like this she always gave him a run for his money.

As Anna leaned in closer and began kissing the edges of his ear, one of her hands moved down and grasped onto his very erect member though his nightclothes. “This. In me. Painting my insides white,” she whispered. “All night long.”

The combination of her touch and words made Kristoff visibly tremble with excitement. He let out a groan and began kissing along Anna’s neck. She began to stroke him and that only made his excitement soar. He kissed down her neck and onto her upper chest, planting kisses along her collarbone, causing her to moan in appreciation. Then he reached down and grabbed the hem of her nightgown and in one slow, steady movement pulled it up past her waist, then her chest, then over her head and off completely. She had to let go of him and raise her arms as he removed her dress then she took a step back, long brown hair cascading down her back as she let him see everything.

Kristoff’s eyes roamed their way up her body. Long legs led to a hairless groin, which made his heart race every time he saw it. Above that was a flat stomach that didn’t have a trace of any excess fat, Then his eyes fell on her flawless breasts. Spattered with light freckles, some might think them small, but that was only because they’ve never had the privilege of seeing them unfettered. They fit her frame perfectly and didn’t show any sign of sagging at all. Tipped with hard, pink nipples, Kristoff found it hard not to bend over and capture one of them in his mouth. He had gotten Anna off on more than one occasion just by playing with her breasts and looked forward to doing so again.

Then their eyes met. ‘God, how does she do it?’ he thought. Flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, and a half-lidded look that somehow conveyed eagerness, desire, devotion, joy, excitement, lust, and most of all love, all at once. Simply being on the receiving end of that stare was enough to make his knees weak.

“No underclothes?” he managed to ask, noting the lack of any kind of underwear.

“You know how I like the feel of the silk on my bare skin,” she said.

“Yes, but Elsa...” Kristoff began.

“Won’t have any idea unless she somehow ends up on the floor, looking up my skirt,” Anna finished for him. “And even if she did, so what? We often bathe together, so she’s seen me naked plenty of times.” She then playfully ran a finger down along his chest, finishing at his waist. “Speaking of being naked, one of us is seriously overdressed.”

Anna began tugging at Kristoff’s shirt, pulling it up to reveal a very toned stomach and broad chest. Just seeing his pecs made her mouth water and she could hardly wait to get him into bed. Thankfully, Kristoff helped by finishing the job for her, taking a hold of his shirt and pulling it the rest of the way off before tossing it to the floor. Anna ran her hands across his skin, lightly scratching him with her nails, before slipping one of those hands into his pants to gently grab his shaft directly.

Kristoff’s dick twitched in appreciation, eager to be set free from the ever increasing tightness that was his undergarments. He did just that a second later, tugging them down along with his pants and letting the clothes drop to the floor. Anna resisted the urge to look down and instead smiled up at him while stroking him faster. He responded by running his hands up along her sides before thumbing her already hard nipples.

Each of them knew what the other liked and they quickly and expertly stoked the fires of passion until the other could barely hold themselves back. Almost in unison they shifted their heads and began to kiss, tongues dancing together in a way that was both familiar and endlessly exciting. Just as Anna couldn’t hold back any more Kristoff effortlessly lifted her off her feet, firmly grabbing her ass as he did so. She wrapped her arms and legs around him to help and they continued their kiss. Unwilling to break their kiss in order to look where he was going, Kristoff began to slowly make his way to their bed, lest he stub his toe or trip on something.

Once at his destination Kristoff again showed off his strength and dexterity by crawling onto the middle of the bed, all the while maintaining perfect balance despite Anna running her hands all over his body and wiggling around in his arms. Then he leaned forward and unceremoniously dumped her onto the mattress. She reached up to pull him down to her but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head.

Though she struggled as hard as she could, Anna could not break free of his grasp. As he leaned over her, all his weight was on his hands and knees and her own strength didn’t even come close to what was needed to escape his grasp. It gave her a strange thrill whenever he did this. With him towering over her and with her arms pinned the way they were she was completely and utterly helpless. He could do anything to her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. But even in this state she knew that she was completely safe, that he’d never use that strength to do something she didn’t want him to do.

But the struggle was all part of the game. She strained against him, but only succeeded in pushing herself deeper into the mattress. He smiled down at her like a predator, his prey firmly within his grasp. Both knew there was no chance of escape. She raised her head to try and capture his lips with hers but he backed away, just out of reach. He pulled her arms together, this time eliciting only a token resistance from her, until he could hold both wrists with just one hand. With the other he began to caress her face with the gentlest of touches. The contrast of one hand as firm as stone while the other was as soft as a feather sent a shiver down Anna’s spine and she turned her head and managed to get his thumb into her mouth.

She sucked on the digit, teasing it with her tongue as she so often did with that lovely piece of flesh that hung between his legs. Kristoff let out an appreciative moan that sounded remarkably like a growl and indulged her for nearly a minute before he pulled his hand away and began to move it down her body. He ran his moistened thumb across her lips before he caressed her neck then made his way to her breasts, teasing each nipple in turn with feather-light touches. She thrust her chest up, trying to get him to touch her more firmly, but he pulled his hand back so he was still barely touching her. His touch was more ticklish than stimulating and it was making her squirm in the best way.

Her body trembled with excitement as he moved his hand down along the smooth skin of her stomach, heading towards the gap between her legs. Her breathing came out in pants as he purposefully teased her flesh, avoiding contact with her most sensitive spots by barely a hair’s breadth. She opened her legs wide, making it clear where she wanted his hand to go. Looking directly into Anna’s eyes, Kristoff ran his finger along her damp slit, gently flicking the bundle of nerves that rested at the top. That touch sent waves of pleasure through her body and she yearned for more. Knowing what she wanted, he rubbed up and down a few more times and then slipped a finger inside.

Kristoff’s actions felt very good. It wasn’t enough to get her off, but that was never the goal; it was merely a promise of things to come. Anna squirmed and bucked under her husband’s touch, the walls of her vagina clamping down on his finger in an unspoken request for more. He played with her like this for several minutes, slowly adding fuel to the fire that burned inside her. Just as Anna was about to beg for him to continue, he removed his finger and began to trail the very wet finger back up her stomach and between her breasts before showing it to her directly. She eagerly took the finger in her mouth, tasting herself in the process. The look they gave each other as she sucked let them both know that they were done with foreplay.

Kristoff let go of Anna’s wrists, though she made no effort to move her arms. She lay there excitedly as he repositioned himself between her legs. The first time they were in this particular position she was quite nervous, having never had sex before, but now any trace of nervousness or reluctance was gone, replaced entirely by anticipation. He ran the head of his shaft along her opening, the fluids leaking out of his dick mixing with those dripping from Anna’s vagina.

“Please,” Anna said, opening her legs wider.

“Please what?” Kristoff teased, lining himself up.

“Please,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

Anna rarely used such crass language, even in the heights of passions, so when she did speak like this Kristoff knew she was more than ready. Wishing to savour the moment of penetration, he slowly thrust his hips forward, spreading her open as his shaft slowly disappeared from view.

“Ahhhh!” Anna cried. The pleasure surged and she nearly came right then and there. After what felt like eternity he bottomed out inside her, and she finally decided to move. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a soul-searing kiss. At the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to keep him inside her for as long as she could.

The way her insides gripped down on his dick made Kristoff shudder and he was very reluctant to pull back out. Only with the knowledge that more and better was waiting was he able to muster up the willpower to pull back out. Both husband and wife moaned in protest as he slipped back out, but those disappointed moans were instantly replaced with ones of pleasure as he dove back in.

They got into the familiar rhythm of Kristoff plundering Anna’s depths, each thrust bringing them closer and closer to climax. Soon Anna was biting down on Kristoff’s shoulder, albeit as gently as she could, as she tried her hardest to hold back her orgasm, knowing that the longer she could hold it at bay the more powerful the release would be when it finally came. The pain of her bite didn’t even register to Kristoff as he single mindedly thrust in and out, trying to get Anna to come, praying in his mind that he would last long enough to come with her.

“Kristoff...” Anna began to pant, growing a little louder with each breath. “Kris ... toff ... Kris ... toff ... Kris ... TOFF!” She screamed out his name as the dam finally broke and a powerful orgasm burst forth. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss coursed through her body, causing her to spasm uncontrollably.

Having achieved his goal, the man in question let go and came as well, white hot cum spewing forth and coating the entrance to her womb. “Anna!” he cried as he thrust as deep as he could once, twice, three times, each delivering a new blast of sperm. The third time he didn’t pull back but kept himself buried as deeply as he could, aided by Anna’s arms and legs pulling him tightly to her.

They remained frozen like that for nearly a minute, stretching out the moment for as long as possible. Eventually Kristoff could no longer remain suspended above his wife and instead of collapsing on top of her, rolled the two of them over so that he was on his back and she was resting on his chest. Breathing heavily, Kristoff began stroking Anna’s back. “God, you have no idea how much I love you,” he said.

Anna grinned, her own hand gently scratching his chest. “Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” She let her hand slip down to grasp his manhood which, despite its recent eruption, never went completely soft. At her touch, it quickly regained its previous hardness. “The fact that you never go soft after the first round is pretty solid evidence.” She gave him a little squeeze and spoke a little louder when she said the word ‘solid’.

Kristoff chuckled at her antics then gave a grunt of excitement as she shifted on top of him and sat up, straddling him and trapping his member underneath her. “Already?” he asked.

Anna smiled down at him. “I already told you before. I want you inside me. All. Night. Long.” With each of those last few words Anna moved her crotch up and down Kristoff’s shaft, greatly increasing both of their desires.

Their second round wasn’t as intense or desperate as their first. They’d each come once and were more willing to draw things out now. Anna gently rode Kristoff, sometimes bouncing up and down, but mostly sitting up and grinding herself against him with him buried inside, their arousal slowly building over an extended period of time. Kristoff liked this position for several reasons. Firstly, as he was very active during their first bout, he could now relax for a bit and be a little more passive. Secondly, the view was spectacular. Seeing Anna naked, straddling him, slowly gyrating her hips while looking down on him with lust was second to none.

As a result of this slower, more relaxed pace, they were actually able to converse while they made love. Most of what they talked about was simply words of love for each other or inconsequential banter, but eventually Kristoff brought up something that was mentioned earlier but had come back to his mind now that it wasn’t addled with lust.

“Earlier you mentioned something that I’m a little curious about,” he said as his hands gently gripped Anna’s ass. “You said that you and your sister bathe together?” he asked. “Even though you’re both adults now?”

“Well, yeah,” Anna said, slightly embarrassed now that Kristoff pointed it out. She didn’t stop moving her hips, though. “We were separated for so long that when the whole magic thing finally got resolved and she wasn’t worried about hurting someone again I insisted we do everything we missed out on to make up for lost time. We always took baths together when we were kids, so when one of the maids came and told me my bath was ready we looked at each other and smiled, thinking the same thing. We’ve been bathing together ever since. When she’s here, that is.”

Kristoff moved his hands up along Anna’s sides, coming tantalisingly close to her breasts. “How come I don’t have that privilege?”

“What? You want to bathe with Elsa, too?” Anna teased, intentionally misunderstanding him.

Kristoff didn’t say anything, but his dick twitching inside Anna gave away what he thought of that. She simply giggled at his reaction.

“I wouldn’t blame you,” she continued, increasing her movement. “Anyone can tell that she’s incredibly beautiful when fully clothed, but to see her naked ... let me just say that whoever she ends up falling in love with will be very lucky, indeed.” She took hold of his hands and moved them right onto her breasts, holding them there until he began playing with those wonderfully sensitive orbs. “But as for us, you get to do far more than she does. When Elsa and I are naked together we always end up cleaner than before. When you and I are naked together, we always end up getting dirty.”