Out of Time 01 - Out of Time

deep, groan rumbled in his chest, and she stopped pulling on his belt.
    Flicking the front clasp of her bra, he eased the straps off her shoulders, and her breasts were laid bare for his touch. It was too much to resist, and he cupped her in his hands. The hard tips of her nipples rubbed against his palms as he tenderly caressed the supple flesh.
    Elizabeth closed her eyes and tilted back her head. Dear God, she was beautiful. After a moment, she opened her eyes, the shyness long gone, and took hold of one of his hands. Slowly, she urged him back toward the bed, slipping off her shoes as she walked.
    Simon stood by the bed and watched as she lay down, reaching out for him to join her. He knew in that moment, he’d follow her anywhere, and without question to the heaven she offered now. He stretched his body out next to hers, lost in the smoky haze of her eyes, of her lips, swollen and moist. He leaned down to take them in a kiss, his hips pressing against her side, as he felt her hands run along his back, urging him closer still.
    Trailing kisses down her neck, he stopped to suckle the heated skin above her pulse point. Licking and tasting every inch, he slowly made his way down her neck until he reached her breasts, soft and round, topped with dark pink. He kissed the valley between them. One hand moved to brush the underside of one, as his mouth descended on the other. How could something be so soft, so absolutely perfect? She fit into the palm of his hand as if God had designed it be so. The taste of her grew more exquisite with each kiss.
    Her hips rose and rubbed against the thigh he had nestled between hers. He looked up into her eyes and found he wanted nothing more than to pleasure her. It surprised and shamed him. He’d never truly thought of his partner’s wants before. He’d seen to their needs only to expedite his own. It was a painful truth to realize what a selfish lover he’d been. With Elizabeth, everything, things he hadn’t even begun to realize, changed. He could be content to please her, could spend a lifetime doing it and it wouldn’t be enough.
    Simon eased himself down the bed and moved between her thighs. He kissed the juncture of her hip and smoothed his hand across the soft swell of her belly. Smelling the musky scent of her arousal forced him to push his own hips down into the mattress.
    Slipping a finger under the elastic of her waistband, he looked up the bed for permission. Her soft moan answered him, and she raised her hips. His fingers caressed her legs as he slowly pulled her panties down and set them aside. He wanted so much to bury himself inside her, to find his own release, but more than that, he wanted to please her.
    With one last look at her flushed face, he settled his elbows on either side of her thighs and ran his hands over her stomach. Her muscles quivered at his touch, and he felt a thrill knowing she wanted this as much as he did. He dipped his head down and tasted her for the first time. Her sharp intake of breath urged him on and he lapped gently at the moist warmth between her legs, licking and suckling until he felt her legs tense. He quickened his pace, drinking deeper. Her breath came faster, growing more ragged with each passing second. He gentled his movements and then watched in rapture as she pushed her head back into the pillow, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
    He kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh as she came back down. Once he was sure she was ready, he slipped a finger inside her, then another.
    “Again,” he whispered, a gentle urging bringing them both that much closer to the edge.
    She cried out and he nearly lost himself as her body spasmed. With another gentle kiss, he eased himself back up her body. His erection tight in the confines of his clothes, rubbed against her body.
    She opened her eyes, still blurry from her release. How many times he’d dreamt of that look, of being the man that brought her over the brink. She lifted a weak hand and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. He took her mouth in a passionate kiss, pressing himself more tightly against her heated body.
    Elizabeth’s hands fluttered down his back and slipped inside the waistband of his pants. She tugged at his hips, and he shifted away slightly. Her hands moved between them and molded over him. His arousal jumped, and he stifled a groan.
    Simon shook his head. “I’m afraid it will all be over too quickly if you do that,” he