Chapter 7
AN: I'm not sure how I duplicated chapter 6. Hoping this can replace the duplicate.
Again. No copy-write infringement intended. Please don't sue me.
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Liam returned to Granny's sore and tired later that evening. But it was a soreness he loved. He entered his room and headed straight for the shower. The hot water felt so good as he washed his hair and body. Liam's mind returned to Elsa on the bed in the guest cabin, her invitation to share the bed. Unsurprisingly, his cock came to full attention.
He grasped himself as his mind conjured images of the two of them intertwined. Liam knew that Elsa was tempting him. She was ready to take their relationship further, why wasn't he? He imagined he and Elsa carrying on in the library, he didn't want their first time to be rough and quick, but he could imagine future times when they'd give into their bodies' urges. Gods, the thought of filling Elsa while having her pressed against the wall was intoxicating. He imagined bending her over the circulation desk, burying himself again and again inside her welcoming body. Liam groaned as his balls tightened and hand gripped himself harder. He came with a shout and his other hand grabbed for purchase on the slick shower wall.
Sighing in slight relief, Liam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He was toweling himself dry when he heard the frantic knocking. Towel around his hips, he opened the bathroom door, then his bedroom door. "Elsa?!" Shock evident in his voice.
"I heard you shout. Are you hurt?" Elsa said, concern evident in her expression.
Liam immediately felt uncomfortable. "I'm— umm," Liam couldn't form a sentence.
And Elsa suddenly realized that he was only in a towel and began looking at the floor. "Oh! Oh, god," she took a step back. "Okay. Okay. You're okay."
"Elsa, wait!" Liam said taking a step forward. She stopped and brought her eyes to his, studiously looking him in the eye. Elsa was in her sleepwear which wasn't too dissimilar to the pajamas he'd dreamed of her in. She was biting her lip. "Just come in. Please?" she took a few hesitant steps into his room. While small, it was substantially larger than the guest cabin on the Jolly. Liam gestured to the bathroom, "just give me a moment."
Liam closed his bathroom door and shucked off his towel and put on a pair of sleep pants. He caught his reflection in the face aerially fogged mirror. What in Zeus' name was he going to do? With a deep sigh, he returned to the bedroom.
Elsa met his eyes. She was sitting nervously on his bed. "Hi," she said.
"Hi," Liam repeated.
"I didn't mean to disrupt your evening. I—" Elsa was twisting the some of her hair nervously in her hands. "I— just thought you were hurt."
Liam came over and knelt in front of her. "Thank you. It's been a long time since someone was so concerned for me." He took her hands in his and kissed each one. Then he opened her hands with his and laced their fingers together. "I'm not hurt."
"Why did you—?"
"I'm embarrassed to say," Liam admitted, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath. "When I said that I have impure thoughts, … I meant it. In the shower, I was imagining —"
"Oh." Her soft words got his attention. "And— then, oh…"
"Elsa, I didn't mean to —-"
"You're not— I understand—"
"You do?"
"Well, I haven't — I imagine us together too," Liam rewarded her with a happy smile. Most of his embarrassment fading away. His confidence was returning as he remembered that Elsa did want to take their physical relationship further. He surged forward and kissed her. He could feel the smile on Elsa's lips and it matched his own. Liam's arms came around her as his body pressed into her, Elsa's head hitting the pillow in short order.
Liam asked, "What does your mind conjure up?"
"More touching, exploring," Elsa admitted breathily.
"Love," Liam said. "That I can easily do." He ran his fingers across her collarbone and placed gentle kisses on her shoulder.
Elsa's hands weren't idle either. She ran them up his arms and stopped at his bicep. Liam pulled away as he felt her tracing the anchor tattooed on his bicep. "Do all captains have tattoos?"
"Most sailors do," Liam admitted. "But I don't have that many, compared to others."
"What made you choose an anchor?"
"Without an anchor, a ship can be adrift. In order to return to port in one piece, you have to trust your anchor to keep you safe in the storm. I needed to always be safe. To be a home for my brother."
Elsa eyes softened. "We have that in common, loving our siblings. We understand each other." Liam kissed her again, exploring her mouth.
As Elsa's lips parted and Liam's tongue tangled with hers she shivered feeling his fingers pushing her shirt up. "Mmmm—. I dreamed of you the other night. Gods. Of this," Liam admitted as he caressed her breast. Elsa arched into his touch whimpering. "Elsa, is this a dream?" He asked as the pad of his thumb caressed her nipple.
"If it is," Elsa moaned. "I don't want to wake up." She made the most amazing noise as he pinched her nipple. Liam took his other hand and pushed her shirt fully off of her with Elsa rolling her shoulders in order to help him.
Liam raised up a little to look at her. "Gods Elsa! You're so beautiful! Let me kiss every inch of you," and he began to worship her upper body. He hungrily took a nipple into his mouth. As his tongue swirled and Elsa moaned, Liam's cock was straining against his sleep pants but his goal was Elsa's pleasure. Now that she is mostly bare, skimmed his hand inside her shorts. Liam whispered, "Gods Elsa! You're so wet. How does this feel?"
He was massaging her. Just gliding his fingers over her folds. "Like a tickle," Elsa sighed. "But not a tickle that makes me laugh." She sighed as Liam's fingers continued, his mouth switched to her other breast. "Oh gods. I'm not making sense."
Liam bent to swirl his tongue around her nipple. "Darling, you are." Elsa arched her back, "Perfect sense." Liam began to slightly penetrate her with one digit. Elsa was so responsive. "That's it, darling, do what feels right." Elsa's hips began to move in time with his hand. Liam allowed his finger to go slightly deeper until all the way in. Elsa was whining but not in pain.
"Liam?" she breathed out. "I don't kn-! Oh Gods!"
"Tell me?"
"Feels so good, but —" Elsa panted.
"You need more?" And he began the process of playing Elsa again with two fingers. He wanted to take his time. There was no rush. Elsa was worth waiting. He wanted to help her body be ready. Liam worked his two fingers into her slowly.
"Liam!" Elsa gasped.
"Gods Elsa!" He gently penetrated her again and again, but this time allowed his thumb to circle and caress her clit. "Seeing you like this, hearing you say my name!" He began to curl his fingers within her. "Elsa! You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Allowing me to touch you, kiss you, worship you like the goddess you are!"
Liam sucked one nipple, pinched the other rhythmically, and swept his fingers over the clit again and again. All this threw Elsa over the edge. She closed her eyes as white lights popped behind her lids. Elsa bit her lip, then suddenly Liam whispered, "don't hold back Elsa!" And she screamed and shuddered, her body bowing off the bed.
Elsa felt like she floated back onto the bed, she curled like a cat around Liam. "Hmmmm," she breathed out. "Liam?"
"Yes love?"
"Is it like that every time?"
"No," Liam breathed out. "But it should be." Elsa started to reach for him, and he grabbed her wrist. "It'll keep. This was for you."
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A. N.: end of chapter 7.