Long chapter, I'm warning you yet again, this is a pure smut chapter. You can skip this chapter and save your innocent eyes. This is the first time that I've written smut so don't be too harsh!
Elsa's POV
I felt his arms slide up my body; I shivered against them. My own arms found their way up so that I could run my fingers through his luscious hair and I was delighted at the way he shuddered at this. "Elsa" he said my, his voice husky. I smiled and continued my actions.
I felt his hands move towards my chest, and I couldn't stop the small noise that came out of me when they lightly brushed against my breasts. He smiled, and then I could feel him begin to slowly drag my t-shirt up in a teasingly slow manner. I felt a thrill run up me as he finally dips his hand underneath, and skirts them up my body, gently gracing over my skin in the process. Goosebumps ran down my arms. I felt him slide my sweatpants down and he dragged them off my feet and threw it away.
I was in nothing but my black undergarments. "You're wearing black lace?" He fought the desire to smirk. The urge to cover up my chest with my arms rose within me, but Jack held them in place with his own arms wrapped around my body. Through the lace bra, I could feel his hard chest, as steady as a rock. Between this and the feeling of his warm arms engulfing me, I was surprised by how safe I actually felt there with him.
Impulsively, I rested my head against one of his broad shoulders. I felt him lift a hand to my head, running it gently through my hair. He lowered his lips to kiss me on my forehead. I kissed him passionately and then gently bit his lower lip, he moaned loudly.
"We can stop if you're uncomfortable," he says in a low, soothing voice. But I shook my head, and looked up into his eyes. They're dark with lust still, but they also haven't lost their gentleness. I reached up and kissed him again and to prove that I really do want to keep going, I began to unbutton his own shirt, softly planting a kiss on his chest after each one, I felt him shudder against my touch. I was getting dangerously low now, and I could see the muscles contort in the place just below his stomach as I do.
Jack quickly deposits the shirt, and it lands close to the spot where my t-shirt lays, forgotten, on the ground beneath us. Suddenly, Jack hoisted me up and I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck, "Hold on." He whispered before dashing off towards the bedroom with me in his arms.
Jack flung the door open and then closed it with his foot before locking it. He placed me on my feet and as if drawn by an invisible force, I couldn't resist the urge to run my hands all over his bare chest. Jack then unclasped my bra then dropped it onto the floor, I stood naked from the waist up. If I felt vulnerable before, it's nothing compared to how I felt now.
Jack was looking at me with a genuine giddiness that made him look like a ten year old. His eyes darts back and forth between my eyes and my breasts, a large grin stretched out across his face. Finally he holds my gaze long enough to ask, "Can I- is it okay-?" I nod, but I'm not prepared for how it felt when he gingerly takes each one and cups them in the palms of his hands.
A gasp escaped from my mouth, which only makes his grin grow wider, if that's at all possible. Working slowly, he began to massage them, gently rubbing the nipple on each one until they grew harder than I ever thought they could underneath his touch. While he's doing this, he starts kissing me again, his tongue lapping against mine, then returning to my neck to deposit kisses in the crook of it. My arms were wrapped around him, my hands grasping onto his bare skin franticly. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it actually fell out of my chest.
When Jack suddenly lifts me up, I let out a small shriek. He carried me over to the bed, and lowered me down, positioning himself on top of me. I watched in fascination as his lips finally descend beyond my neck to the unexplored territory of my chest. His lips, hot against my skin, moved down to the valley between my breasts, and he deposited a kiss at the base of each one.
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