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CHECKING ME OUT PART 6: A KRISTANNA HARVEST FANFIC

Here is part 6. It’s for the prompt fireside. Fair warning: this contains mature content (sex). If it’s not your thing, I’ll understand. If it is your thing, get your smutty freak on and enjoy. I saved the best for last. Here’s how we look:

PAIRING: Anna and Kristoff RATING: Mature (for sex) Modern AU WORD COUNT: You’ll probably need a snack and a drink and hold your calls…This one is very long…it got away from me.

It was the day before Thanksgiving. Anna, since she’d gotten suspended until Monday, was staying at Kristoff’s cabin. He’d be at the store until noon, when the store closed. Arendelle Shop and Save would be closed until Monday after that, due to the Thanksgiving holiday (and their town being small). He’d left about four in the morning. He’d gently kissed her lips, letting her sleep, Sven on his pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed. He made sure that the fire in the fireplaces stayed well lit.

Anna woke up at nine a.m. She let Sven out and took a shower. The warm water had felt good on her skin. As she bathed, using peach scented soap and shampoo (after waxing her legs, underarms, and nether region), she was in deep thought. She wanted more. She wanted him in the worst way possible! Anna closed her eyes, took the removable shower head, and sank down onto the tub floor, legs apart, her free hand holding her outer petals open. She let the water caress her in her feminine flower, imagining Kristoff touching her pussy with curious fingertips, soft lips, hungry tongue, and hard cock. She sighed and moaned, moving her hand to lightly stroke her right breast, then her left, her nipples hardening at the contact. It didn’t take long for her to cum, biting her lower lip, murmuring his name, begging to be filled by his large, thick cock. (Too bad he’s not home. Maybe when he gets home? I’ve always wanted to do it in front of a lit fireplace). Sighing, Anna finished her shower, dried off, got out, put on a thick pair of white scrunch socks, a pair of pale peach satin thong panties, and one of his flannel shirts. She chose the red one. It fit her like a nightgown, the sleeves being rolled up. She died her hair and brushed it but left it down. She then went to let Sven back in.

Noontime had found Anna preparing side dishes for her and Kristoff’s small, intimate Thanksgiving dinner. She cut up sweet potatoes and put miniature marshmallows on them in the casserole dish. She then refrigerated it, putting it next to the thawing turkey. She got lonely, so she put on the MP3 player and listened to Def Leppard’s “Women,” singing along as she put the freshly snapped green beans and sliced carrots into bowls, the honey glaze for the carrots in another bowl. She was cooking the cranberry relish and making a baked ziti for lunch when she got out a very steamy Viking romance novel from her duffel bag. She went into the living room and sat on the couch, Sven by her feet on the floor, reading and under a Nordic blanket.

Kristoff didn’t come home until after two. Sven perked up, letting Anna know that Kristoff was home. He opened the door, put his keys in the bowl on the hall table with Anna’s, hung up his coat, hat and mittens, and kicked off his boots. She greeted him at the door, jumping into his strong, large, muscular arms. “Hey, Kris,” Anna said, nuzzling his neck, wrapping herself around him like a honeysuckle vine on a summer trellis. “How was your day?” “Hey, Anna,” Kristoff said, holding her tightly to him, nuzzling her earlobe. “Busy but okay. I stayed to help clean up. I hope that’s okay.” “Yeah. It’s good.” “How was your day?” He gently set her down and they walked to the kitchen, their arms around each other. “I made some of our sides for tomorrow. I also made us a baked ziti for lunch.” “Sounds good. I’m gonna shower and change, then we’ll eat.” “Okay.” He soon left to take a shower. As he showered, using pine scented soap and shampoo, he thought about things. As the warm water sprayed on his skin, he imagined feeling Anna touching him all over. He wanted more from her. He closed his eyes, his hand going low, fingers encircling his large, thick, uncut cock. He moved his hand up and down, the foreskin going back, his thumb rubbing the head, imagining Anna’s hands and mouth on him, her pussy wet and eager to take him in her warm, wet, tight embrace. He came pretty quickly (he was that aroused, thanks to his imagination). He quickly finished his shower, but decided to forgo shaving until tomorrow, his stubble (about three days worth) making him look like Thor with his hair down.

He soon came back into the kitchen, his long blond hair down, brushed, and just past his delicious, broad shoulders. He was shirtless, but had on blue boxer shorts and black sweatpants. Anna was just plating their lunches, a fork on each plate. The table had two Cokes and a small loaf of garlic bread and a small salad in two bowls. He sat down and waited for her. She sat down and they ate. They gave sexy little glances to each other as they ate and drank. A small dollop of pasta sauce clung to the left corner of Kristoff’s mouth. Anna watched, mesmerized, as the tip of his tongue touched that dollop of pasta sauce, licking spot clean. She felt her petals swell and grow damp with her feminine nectar, imagining that tongue and those lips teasing her pussy. She didn’t pay attention, so some sauce landed on her right hand. She raised her hand to her lips. She sucked the sauce off, slowly licking up the remnants, then licking her lips. Kristoff watched her intently, totally into it. He felt his cock grow hard and tenting the front of his sweatpants, imagining that tongue and those lips teasing his cock. They both swallowed hard, looking at each other. Soon, lunch was over. Anna was about to clear the table when Kristoff got up. “You cooked. Let me clean up,” he said. “Okay,” she said, an idea in her head. She soon left the kitchen.

While Kristoff washed dishes, Anna was in his bedroom. She lit a fire in the fireplace and lit lots of scented candles situated throughout the room. Soon, the room smelled like pumpkins, apples, and cinnamon. She’d read that those scents kept a man aroused. She took a few pillows from the bed and some blankets , placing them on a large bearskin rug beside the fireplace. She shut the draped, got the Magnum XL box, then got down onto the makeshift sleeping pallet; waiting and eager.

Once Kristoff cleaned up the kitchen, he let Sven out and went to his room. He shut the door and his eyes widened in surprise over what he saw. Anna had seduction on her mind. His heart raced in his chest, his breathing grew ragged, and he had a very major hard-on. Anna looked cute and sexy in his shirt, not knowing that she had taken off her panties while she waited. She stood up and went to him. “Anna? What are you up to,” Kristoff asked, his voice had a little tremble in it. “Kris. I have something that I want to share with you,” Anna said, huskiness in her voice. She looked at him as her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt that she now wore. They shook. She took her time unbuttoning each button. She then pulled the garment slowly off of her creamy, freckled shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor with a soft thud. She now stood before him completely nude (except for her socks). Her eyes were a stormy blue with pent-up passion. Kristoff felt his heart racing, his mouth grow dry, and his cock straining painfully in his sweatpants. He nervously licked his lips, blushing feverishly. She felt her heart racing, her mouth grow dry, and her petals wet and swelling.

She looked so beautiful to him. Her pale ivory skin illuminated in the firelight and candlelight. Her freckles were like the stars: a map for him to be guided to beautiful destinations. He loved her…every single inch. Her breasts weren’t big but they weren’t little either; they were perky and perfect for him to cup and fondle. Her womanhood was freshly waxed but she left a very little patch of ginger hair there; neatly trimmed and perfect. “Kristoff, I’m offering myself to you and only you. I’ve been wanting you for some time now. I love you and I want to feel your big, gentle hands on my bare body. I want you to fill me, me keep me warm, and love me. Please? I need you so badly,” Anna said softly; a hungry, yearning look in her blue eyes, the light of the fire making her long are strawberry hair look like a living flame. He ached to get scorched in her heat.

He struggled to control his breathing. She looked all doe eyed innocent. Without a word and with trembling fingers, he latched them onto the waistband of his pants and his boxers and lowered them down his trim waist and lean hips, down his muscled thighs, and took them off, standing before her, completely nude. His brown eyes were nearly black with pent-up passion. Anna felt her heart racing when she saw him. He looked so handsome to her. His ivory skin looked so beautiful in the firelight, shadows highlighting the outlines of all of his yummy muscles. His chest hair looked soft and inviting. His belly muscles looked like a Hershey bar. He had a thin line of blond hair trailing down from his bellybutton, leading to a soft patch of neatly trimmed blond curls and the biggest, thickest dick she’d ever seen (and the first uncut one she’d ever seen). She loved him…every single inch. “Anna, I’m offering myself to you and only you. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you when you got a job at the store. I love you and I want to feel your small, delicate hands on my bare body. I want you to sheath me in your warmth, your sweetness, and I want you to love me. Please? You’re my ocean and I so desperately want to drown in your sweetness, your love,” Kristoff said, a rich huskiness in his voice, his eyes so sincere and a fierce hunger in their amber brown depths. The firelight made his long blond hair look like molten gold. She ached to be bathed in his sunshine.

He closed the small gap between them. Soon, their bodies were gently pressed, oh so close, to one another. Kristoff placed his left hand at the small of her back, his right hand at her upper back. Anna placed both hands on his broad shoulders. “Are you sure that this is what you want?” “I’m sure. I want you.” “I’m scared I’ll hurt you since you’re petite and I’m large built.” “You’re like a big teddy bear. You’d never hurt me. I trust you.” “I trust you, too. If you ever wanna stop, tell me and we’ll stop.” “Fair enough.” She raised up on tippy toes. He bent low. Their lips met in a very hungry, clasping kiss. She nibbled on his lower lip, getting him to open his mouth. He felt her tongue skimming his lower lip, getting him to open his mouth. He did and she thrust her tongue into his mouth, tasting him. The late afternoon sun filtered through a small gap in the drapes, creating a soft glow. Their hands roamed lower. He gasped in her mouth when he felt her hands gently squeezing the firm, taut cheeks of his well-muscled ass. She trembled and sighed into his mouth when she felt his hands cupping and molding the tender mounds of her softly rounded butt cheeks. They sank onto the floor as their kiss deepened, their tongues mating. They came up for air, foreheads touching.

She laid down on her back. He hovered over her, then reclined. He bent low as she rose up. Their lips met in a greedy, hungry kiss as his hands rested on her hips, her hands resting on his hips. They looked into each other’s eyes. He gently cupped her chin, tilting her head back gently, exposing the smooth column of her throat. She sighed in pleasure as his lips kissed her neck, the pulse beating fast. He ran his tongue up and down the column of her throat. She held him tight. She mewled and moaned softly, urging him to touch her, to explore her body. He inhaled deeply, her skin smelling like fresh, ripe peaches. “You smell like peaches. I love peaches and I’m going to devour you,” Kristoff whispered low against her heated skin, then sucking on the sensitive spot on the right side of her neck, right under her jaw. His stubble felt coarse against her tender skin but she loved it.

He moved lower, peppering gentle kisses, gentle licks, and soft bites along her freckled shoulders, collarbone, chest, and the valley between her breasts. His hands slid up her ribs, cupping underneath her full, pert breasts, gently squeezing. His thumbs teased her taut pink nipples into sharper peaks. She watched as he led her left breast to his hungry mouth. His tongue flicked her nipple ever so gently, his lips tugging and eagerly sucking. She threaded her fingers through his thick, long blond hair as he suckled her breast. He lightly pinched her right nipple, which sent a tremor deep within her womb. “Mmm. Kris, that feels wonderful. Please give me more, baby.” He let go then went to her right breast. His hands roamed her body slowly. Instinctively, she parted her slender thighs, eager to feel him touch her feminine flower. He teased her sides; nipping her hips, his tongue caressing her soft, flat belly, circling, then dipping into, her bellybutton. She moaned and whimpered in pleasure, her hands on the back of his head, lightly pulling on his thick, flaxen strands. He groaned in pleasure as he kissed her lower belly. He knelt as he got up. She whined in protest. She watched as he spread her legs apart as wide as she could go (she took Pilates and yoga regularly, making her flexible). He made it so her knees were out at her sides. He laid on his belly, curious fingertips softly running up and down her swollen outer lips. He looked up at her.

“Anna,” Kristoff asked, the sultriness in his voice making her grow even wetter. “May I please kiss your lips?” “Which ones, Kris,” Anna asked, although she knew which ones. “These.” He stroked her clit and wet petals with soft, callused fingertips. She shuddered in pleasure. “Yes. Oh God. Please.” He didn’t have to be asked twice. He set to work. She felt him slip a large, thick finger inside of her soaking wet entrance (one of his fingers was like two of hers). She shuddered when he kissed her inner thighs, one at a time, his stubble coarse against her tender skin. She whimpered, mewled, and moaned. He then gently kissed both her outer and her inner petals as his right middle finger was inside of her, moving in and out slowly, circling, and his thumb lightly circled and rubbed her pink clit, getting it to come out and play. That made her even wetter and poutier. She bucked her hips slowly. To him, her feminine flower smelled like the sweetest peaches. He bent low. She trembled when she felt his hot breath on her heated, wet skin. Anna cried in pleasure, her hands on Kristoff’s head, lightly pulling his hair, when she felt him gently licking her clit, the tip of his tongue circling her little nub. He licked her at his leisure, his stubble causing delicious friction. He took her clit and inner petals between his lips and suckled her slow and deep, his index finger joining his middle finger inside of her wet, hot entrance, going in and out. Anna arched her back, bucking her hips. “Fuck! Kristoff! Oh my God! More! Dammit! That feels fucking awesome!” Anna grinded gently against his lips, her feminine nectar coming out more, he lapping it up like a starving man.

He took his fingers out of her long enough to brush the tip of his nose against her super sensitive clit and poke his tongue inside of her sheath, mimicking the moves of his cock; his lips, cheeks, and chin coated in her nectar. He hummed deep in his throat, enjoying her sweet, peachy taste. He then resumed licking and sucking on her clit as he fingered her more. “Oh sweet God! Kris! I’m gonna….” She screamed in ecstasy as she came, her honey just gushing. He eagerly lapped up every last drop, savoring her sweet taste. She looked down at him as he looked up at her. “Anna, sweetheart. You taste so sweet and delectable. May I have some more please? I’ve been such a good boy.” She would never deny him anything. “Yes please. I’ve been such a good girl. I need more.” Smiling a devilish smile, Kristoff went back down on Anna, feasting on her until she came three more times; the third time causing her to squirt her honey all over him. He smiled another devilishly wicked smile, wiping his face on his shirt, licking his lips of her nectar. He kissed his way back up her body, claiming her lips with his. He kissed her hungrily, her essence on his lips. He flipped them over. She now straddled his waist, eager to explore him.

She bent low as he rose up. She cupped his cheeks, his stubble feeling like sandpaper against her palms, and crushed her lips on his, nibbling on his lower lip, skimming his lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth and she poked her tongue inside, tasting him. He kissed her back, his tongue teasing hers. Her hands roamed the muscular terrain of his perfectly masculine dips and valleys, curious fingertips tracing the outlines of his muscles and tattoos on his arms. He groaned against her lips in delight at her gentle touch, her short (but perfectly manicured) nails leaving little marks of possession. He tilted his head back, his Adam’s apple moving when he swallowed hard. She nibbled along the edge of his jaw and he loved it when she kissed and teased the little hollow spot just under his left ear. He gently stroked her hips and outer thighs.

Her hands roamed his broad, muscular chest, her thumbs gently stroking his flat, rosy nipples, which turned into little peaks at her touch, her fingers teasing his soft blond chest hair (his chest and body hair just a slight bit darker blond than the hair on his head). She touched his ribs and the spot between his pecs as her lips, tongue, and teeth left little marks on his gorgeous, thick neck and the crook of his shoulders. She peppered little kisses all over his broad, muscled chest, her tongue tracing the outlines of his pec muscles, her hair tickling his chest. He trembled, groaning in satisfaction. She felt bold then. Anna flicked her tongue gently over Kristoff’s left nipple, the warmth of her breath and the soft wetness of her tongue teasing his warm skin was making him shudder and grow even harder. She drew that small, hard peak between her lips and sucked hard, gently biting his pec. “Mmm. Anna, please don’t stop! It feels perfectly awesome! More, sweetheart,” Kristoff begged, his voice all husky and soft. Anna then paid tribute to his other nipple, her fingers tracing the ridged muscles of his hard, flat, six-pack belly. She went lower. He felt her small, soft hand gently take his hard, thick, long length in its gentle grip and gently ran her hand up and down his thick, vein ridged shaft. While she did that, she nibbled on the muscled hardness of his belly. “Your stomach muscles look like a chocolate bar,” Anna purred, causing Kristoff’s cock to twitch. “I love chocolate and you look good enough to eat. I’m going to enjoy you.” He groaned in agonized delight.

She gently massaged his uncut cock, marveling at how his foreskin retracted at her gentle touch. He was really big, so she planned her course of action. “Kristoff,” Anna asked, the purr in her soft voice making him grow harder, precum oozing from the slit at the pink tip of his cock. “May I touch you here with my mouth please?” She gently ran her thumb over the sensitive tip. “Yes. Oh, God! You may. Please,” Kristoff said, a little bit off kilter due to him not being able to focus on anything but her. He spread his legs widely apart, giving her room to fully explore his manhood. She lay on her belly between his spread thighs. She didn’t have to be asked twice, so she knew what she’d do. She gently cupped his large, tightening balls in her right hand, gently squeezing while her left hand massaged his shaft. As Anna did this, she took Kristoff’s thick, large, uncut cock into her mouth and started to suckle him. She moved her head up and down, her eyes on his, as her hand moved. The suction was awesome. Kristoff placed his hands on the back of Anna’s head, keeping her there, threading his fingers through her soft strawberry hair. She soon felt him gently thrusting his hips. She took him out of her mouth, then ran her tongue up and down his shaft and swirled it around the glistening head of his cock. He moaned loudly. She softly nibbled on his inner thighs, teasing the outlines of his toned muscles. She then lightly licked and sucked on his balls. He nearly came. “Shit! Anna! Sweet fucking Christ! More!! Please! More!” She took him into her mouth again, being careful not to bite him. He was so close, he gently eased her away. She looked at him as he looked at her.

“Did I do something you didn’t like, Kris,” Anna asked, licking her lips of his precum, the taste like plain salt water taffy to her. “No, Anna, you did it too perfect. I wanna cum but not in your mouth right now. I’d rather cum inside you,” Kristoff said. He sat up and gently pushed her back onto the makeshift bed. The late afternoon sun was nearly gone, the firelight and candlelight growing a little brighter, the flickering creating beautiful otherworldly shadows. He reached over and took a Magnum XL out of the box. The gold foil wrapper glittered in the fireside light. He nudged her thighs apart and nestled between them. They looked at each other, the fire in their eyes burning brighter than a thousand suns. A fine sheen of sweat coated their skin. He gently took his hard, erect cock in his right hand then rubbed the head of his cock gently against her clit and petals, ensuring that she was fully aroused and ready to take his gentle invasion. They both trembled and moaned at the contact. He got onto his haunches then, she sitting up. Anna took the condom from Kristoff and unwrapped it. She took his large length and unrolled the rubber sheath onto it, then she laid back down and tilted her hips towards him in invitation. He guided himself into her wet heat slowly, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully buried within her, her inner walls stretching to take him fully. They took a minute to let her adjust to his size.

Kristoff looked at Anna. They had only had sex with others once: he only slept with Tiffany one time, she only slept with Hans one time. Those previous experiences couldn’t compare to the present moment. “Are you okay,” he asked, gently kissing her lips. “Did I hurt you?” “I’m fine. You’re so big and thick. I love feeling you inside me,” she replied, kissing his lips. “Are you ready?” “Yes. I was born ready.” They smiled at each other, showing perfectly straight white teeth. Kristoff slowly moved, going nearly all the way out and then plunging back in. He moved so that she felt it everywhere. Kristoff had brushed a spot inside of Anna’s body that created a wave of bliss within her, making her grip him tighter. She held him tight. He took her legs and wrapped them firmly around his waist. That angle had him touch that spot more with each deep thrust, her clit rubbing against the base of his cock in a sweet friction. He took her wrists and held her arms above her head as he bent to take a pert, distended nipple between his lips, suckling her breast. She moaned in delight. He grunted in pleasure. He let go of her nipple with a soft pop and claimed her lips with his.

The fire crackled and popped in the fireplace as their moans and groans became hungrier, more insistent. She placed her hands on his firm bottom and pushed him closer (although she had to move her arms to do it while he had them softly pinned). Soon, she trembled, hitting her crescendo. She cried out his name in ecstasy as she came. He tumbled right behind her, trembling as he came, crying out her name in ecstasy, his seed spilling into the condom (she wanted to feel his cum mix with hers but that could wait until they wed). Their foreheads (albeit sweaty) touched, his long blond hair like a golden curtain around them, her long strawberry hair looking like fire in the firelight, spread about the pillow. She kissed the tip of his nose as he kissed the tip of her nose. He was still fully sheathed within her, her legs still wrapped around him. “That was awesome! Perfect,” they said together breathlessly.

“I love you, my lovely Anna,” Kristoff murmured against her right shoulder. “I love you, too, my sweet Kristoff,” Anna murmured against his right temple. Night had finally come and the first snowfall of the year came with it. Inside, the firelight bathed the two young lovers; a petite redhead and her burly blond; in its soft glow. They dozed off as one…until the carnal urgings of the flesh woke them up again. They didn’t get much sleep tonight but that was okay…their love burned bright tonight and always.

THE END…FOR NOW…

#checking me out part 6 #lemony goodness #nsfw #kristanna #modern au #grocery store au

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