#simon savior

[peggster-with-passion]

@mic-sunderland @yahoopool WTF did I just watch????!!!! I'm so fucking confused atm, I don't even have words for it.

[savingshelby2017]

Save Me- (Simon- Part 4)

SimonRightHandMan said to Shelby Devereaux:

Damn, but I love to see that blush. Plus, when she stumbles and basically presses against me...her small softness against the large, hard planes of my torso...fuck, she's so hot and helpless it triggers all my white knight instincts that have laid dormant for so long. I hope she is OK with being rescued by a gray knight. And those light green eyes, looking up into mine...how her lips form the word "pleasure" and my name...yeah, I could live on feasting on and drinking from those lips. I nod, so she knows I'm paying attention, but I'm trying to focus on getting us to the truck...I'm half carrying her, as she stays pressed against me. Not that I'm complaining, of course. More nodding as she talks about those who attacked her sister and the people she was with. Yeah, I know the type, and yeah, I'm listening. When she slows down and almost stops as we get to the truck, I turn to look down at her again, and hear every word. Oh. Damn. She's not wearing any panties 'cuz those animals cut them off of her...AND she's worried about what I'd think of her. Hell, I've had women offer to blow me for a bottle of water, or a mouthful of jerky. As rare as underthings are in this brave new world, going commando is not really all that uncommon. But I understand...this woman is something of a lady, and I couldn't be happier. Maybe she'll bring out the best in me. I reach up with my free hand, and lightly brush her blushing cheek with the backs of my fingers...then brush an errant lock of hair behind her ear, speaking in a low growl that only she can hear as I realize the guys are all watching this.

Darlin' --- you're with a man who was raised to be a gentleman, a Navy veteran, and Negan's right hand man. I'll make sure you have no reason to be embarrassed, and I already know I could never think less of you...

Smiling as charmingly as possible, I move that free hand to her shoulder, and then lean down to place my lips nearly upon her delicate seashell ear.

...in fact, I am pretty sure I'll only be able to think MORE of you, as time goes by, Shelby.

Before she can react properly I've released her shoulder, while still holding her hand with the other, and I turn to face the boys. When I speak again, it's loud, firm, and clear in the authority I have, second only to Negan's.

As I speak, I point at the person I'm speaking to, even though I use their names. It's something that I picked up in the military, and something Negan noticed about me early on.

G-Man, jump up behind the wheel. You're gonna drop me and Nurse Shelby here off at Outpost Omega, and then head back to The Sanctuary when the rest of the boys come by after finishing up here.

Fartin' Frankie, c'mere and take shotgun. We're gonna ride in the crew cab.

Sure, it'll be a little tight for me, but that's OK. Gives me an excuse to be close to Shelby, and use the ride to the outpost to get...closer.

Gentlemen! I want you to make a sweep of this area, in a mile radius. If you run across this rapist crew, take whoever you can alive. I think some payback is in order. Just make sure you're back on the road before sunset, then swing by Outpost Omega so you can pick up G-Man and Frankie.

I'll get on the radio with Negan once I'm there to fill him in on how this all went...and right now, it's all good news.

Don't change that between now and then.

With that, they're moving to follow my orders, and I am turning toward the truck. Opening the passenger door, and then the extended crew cab door, I look back down on Shelby's pretty face.

Then I'm smiling again with all the gentlemanly charm I can muster, which is quite a fucking bit.

Ms. Shelby.

I release her hand, and the look on her face when I do that is priceless. Fuck, but she's a sweet lil damsel in distress, ain't she?

Relax. Trust me.

My left hand now slides up her back, up under her soft, dark hair, to wrap long, strong fingers around the nape of her neck...and I can't help but lick my lips at how delicious she feels in my grip.

I widen my stance, shift my hips, and lower my right shoulder...so that when my forearm slides against the backs of her knees, where the flesh is SO delicate and sensitive, it has the desired effect of making her knees weak...buckling...and I'm lifting her, with the backs of her thighs near her bare ass resting along the meat and cords of my forearm, as I steady her neck and head with my left hand.

She's up and on the seat before she knows what's happened...she's so light, and obviously willing to be handled...and then I've released her. The worn, black leather is probably warm, nearing hot...but she needs that...her skin was so cool, almost cold, wherever I touched her...I'm afraid she's nearly in shock over all that's happened to her today.

I'm no nurse, but I know a thing or two about first aid. And trauma. And the human body, in general.

I continue to smile as I grab either side of the door frame, and put my right foot up on the running board.

Scoot all the way over to the door, and make room for me, Shelby.

The outpost is about a half hour from here, and that puts it about a half hour from The Sanctuary. It was our first one, and it's well within what is now our territory. It was my idea to name the first one with the last letter of the Greek alphabet, because I thought it would always be the last place we'd stop before making it home. Negan is full of great ideas, but he really digs it when I have a good one. I'm not really an idea man, but I'm smart and tough, and a good leader...so the ideas I have are just gravy.

Taking Shelby as my own, though, will probably be my best idea, ever.

Yeah, I've got over a dozen markers with The Man. He'll probably give me shit about it, but I'm willing to trade them all in for this gem.

A half hour, and then I'll have her all to myself.

I may even dismiss the skeleton crew we've got set up at Omega, and send them back home with the guys when they get there.

I think I want to be alone with Shelby.

I want to see if things are going to click with her, and I might as well strike while the iron is hot, so to speak.

And damn...she IS hot!

[pedroscurls]

INSPIRATION HAS JUST FUCKIN’ HIT 

I AM SHOOK MY GOD 

credit: sarahokc

[superprincesspea]

Uncorked

Prompt: You gradually fall for Simon

Simon/Reader, Fluff and Smut.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, NSFW

When you’d arrived at the Sanctuary, near starved and desperate for the safety, Simon had been one of the first people you’d met. Even covered in more than a week's worth of grime, hair slicked back and clothes riddled with what felt like more holes than fabric, he’d still find cause to make a pass at you.

At first you’d thought it must be a wind up, a cruel joke to make you look stupid in front of the others but then he’d waggled his eyebrows and the grin that slotted between his moustache had been nothing but genuine. Road weary and still grieving the loss of your husband you’d given him a flat “no, thank you,” that had only made him chuckle before he shook away the word like water off a duck’s back.

That was six months ago.

The knock on your bedroom door was like clockwork. You sprang from your bed, answering in an enthusiastic swing of the door to see Simon holding a bottle of wine, two glasses and a brown paper package hooked under his arm. His smile was fixed like it almost always was, “Bordeaux, M’Lady.”

That's when you knew he’d been to The Kingdom. You laughed, the sound of it encouraging him to dip his head in a bow, complete with a flourish of his hand. Ezekiel had a way of turning Simon into his best attempt at a valiant knight.

“You’re such a goofball,” you told him like you always did when a moment walked the wrong side of romantic or he made you giggle and forget there were roamers right outside the walls. Maybe in a way he was a valiant knight or at least as close to one as you could imagine. Regardless, he always brought you something back from a run. At first it had made you uncomfortable but now you looked forward to your evenings together when they came knocking. Which they frequently did.

“Do come in Sir Goofball,” you gesture with an over the top flourish of your own hand.

Simon steps past you, sniggering to himself as he places the wine glasses on the nightstand, the brown paper package on the bed and grabs the corkscrew that's peeking out of his back pocket. Not that you were looking at his ass, or maybe you were. You watch the muscles in his arms flex as he twists the cork with a satisfying pop and a big grin.

He pours you both a very full glass telling you, “we’ll let em breath while you open your gift,” as he flops down on the bed without bothering to remove his boots or seeking any sort of permission.

You bite back a smile. He’s so at ease here with you and as he passes you the parcel, your fingers almost touching, you realise two things. One, you wanted Simon to touch you, even if it was just the slightest graze of a fingertip. Two, you’re at ease with him too. In fact you’re the most at ease you’ve been since the last time he was knocking on your door. At ease, yet somehow fully aware, like you can pick up every glance his chocolate brown eyes cast your way and every change in the rhythm of his breathing.

“Well aren’t you gonna open it?” Simon laughs with a confused look that's probably a reaction to the blank stare you’ve been giving him with while your mind wandered.

Your face immediately floods with warmth and you quickly look down to the package in the hopes he doesn’t notice. The paper crinkles as you turn it over in your hands before carefully tearing along where the edge has been sealed with a length of red electrical tape. “You should stop wrapping things in the greaseproof paper, it's such a waste.”

“Then how would I surprise you?”

You’d said this before, or versions of it, several times, “you know you don’t have to bring me anything.”

“A beautiful woman deserves beautiful things.”

You snort, “how many times have you used that line?”

Simon doesn’t reply and your gaze shifts to his, finding his smile is still there but his eyes more serious as he tells you, “once.”

The way he says it makes your heart skip a beat and forgot all the reasons why you’ve been holding him back. Every advance he’s made has been to the tune of no, every one except for friendship. Not that you would call Simon your closest friend here, because no matter how much you want him to remain strictly friendly you’re always different with him and being with him always feels different.

You pull the present from its wrapping, your fingers wrapping around the canvas of what you can already tell is a piece of art.

“Reminded me of you,” Simon says as you take in the nude oil painting. It's dark and sensual, painted with reds and blacks, a woman’s body in silhouette.

“It's beautiful,” you smile. The walls of your room are almost filled with all kinds of paintings and sketches since you’d told him you used to work in a gallery.

He rolls off the bed to find the mini hammer and set of nails he’s left in your room since the last time he brought you a painting and tacks up your newest edition with the others. Then you stand side by side admiring the painting, or at least that's what you're supposed to be doing, except all you can really think about is how his arm is almost pressed against yours and the way his skin smells like a fresh spritz of cologne. You breathe it in deep and wonder if he sprayed it just for you.  

When he walks to pick up his glass of wine you feel the loss of his body next to yours. You tell him, “we should probably let it breath for another 25 minutes…” you clear your throat, “at least.”

“At least,” Simon repeats your words as his gaze turns towards you, slowly travelling along your body, his adam's apple bobbing in one hard swallow.

There's silence that builds, a vast chasm filled with a hundred unspoken things and suddenly you're moving. It isn’t far to walk across your tiny room, pulled to Simon by an urge that has become irresistible. You don’t stop until his arms aren’t just touching yours but all the way around you, his hands buried in your hair where they belong.

You stand on the tips of your toes to kiss him and he dips his head to close the gap his height creates. His moustache tickles your lip, Simon’s kiss is slow and deliberate, like you’re last bites of his favourite dessert and he’s savouring every taste before licking the spoon.

“You’re sure?” he mumbles when you're both breathless.

You’re answer is a soft closed mouth kiss. You weren’t ready six months ago when the loss of your husband was as fresh as an open wound, but you’d be a fool to deny you weren't ready now. A fool to deny that the last six months with Simon hadn’t been exactly what had healed that wound to a faded scar.

Your fingers slip to the buttons of his shirt, your fumbled efforts only interrupted by the scoop of your tee as it flies over your head to land on the floor. When you’re finally sliding his shirt from his skin you pause, your eyes travelling over the hard planes of his torso.

“Not what you were expecting?” Simon teases.

For a moment you wonder if you might actually drool from your mouth which is draped open in surprise while a flood of warmth soaks your panties. “Simon,” you gasp, it wasn’t that you thought Simon was unfit, you could tell he was from the way the muscle flexed in his forearms but you weren’t prepared for the six pack that made you wish you think of a cool beer on a hot day.

When you look at Simon he’s grinning and you wonder why on earth he’s waited six months for you when he could probably have any woman in the Sanctuary and why he didn’t use the majesty of his body to bait you sooner. A woman could lose all sense with one glance. You brush your hands through the hairs on his chest, your breathing deepening as you explore his body until your teasing open his belt, eager to see the rest.

Before you get a peek at what's in his boxers, he’s unhooking your bra and any insecurity you might have felt is lost as his tongue flicks your nipple before sucking it with just enough pressure to have you moaning his name. He pushes you onto the bed, his hands running along your jeans to peel them off before he hooks his fingers in your panties and slides them off with an animalistic grunt that has your throat going dry.

He looks at your body, almost mesmerized, “you’ve made me wait a long time.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how,” you taunt, watching his eyes narrow in determination.

“Oh I haven’t forgotten how,” he picks up your leg, his gaze eating up your naked body as his lips press against the arch of your foot, “but it's definitely gonna take longer than twenty five minutes.”

With his promise Simon lets your leg slide from his grasp and his hands run along the outside of your thighs until he’s kissing your stomach, the tickle of his lips and moustache making you inhale a sharp breath that has him chuckling.

“Kiss me” you demand, desperate to feel his lips against yours once more. Simon does as he's told. The weight of his body on yours as his tongue sinks into your mouth is both comforting and insanely erotic. It’s been so long since you’ve had a man this close and just having his body pressed between your legs is sending your body into overdrive.

He slides onto his side, taking you with him, his kisses never stopping. When his fingers begin to explore along your body you let your legs fall open in silent invitation which he wastes no time in accepting. His long fingers stroke along your folds, teasing you before he sinks them inside, two at once stretching you open in pleasured pain. You groan into his mouth, his lips move to your neck becoming long sucks mixed with the soft wet kisses that encourage you to make as much noise as you please.

Simon curls his fingers inside you as his thumb brushes your clit. It isn’t long until you’re crying out “don’t stop” between ragged breaths, your back arched, your hands clasped in the pillow by your head. You try to hold out as long as possible but you can’t hold onto the feeling any longer. He keeps an unrelenting rhythm until your climax rolls across your body in powerful waves, your pussy tightening around his fingers, taking every last caress of pleasure until you sink into the mattress.

As you enjoy the aftershocks Simon nuzzles his face into your shoulder, his fingers making light patient circles on your stomach while what's still contained in his boxers nudges at your thigh, reminding you this isn’t over yet.

You pull Simon closer to you, your eyes locking with the espresso brown of his. You kiss him slowly, your kisses laced with something more than need. “I want you,” you admit you want to be connected with him, at this moment you feel like you couldn’t get close enough.

“You have no idea,” his voice is hoarse as he kicks his boxers away before kissing your nipples, making sure your body is back to desperation.  When he kneels between your legs you can finally see the entire length of him as you watch his hand brushing along his cock, pumping it with a grin that tells you he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

‘The equipment matches the body’ seconded only by ‘no wonder he’s always smiling’.

He leans down to kiss you again, the tip of his cock begging for entry as it pushes against you.  Arousal soaks your body, anticipatory tingles deep inside where you're desperate to have the feeling of fullness that only a man can provide. You angle your hips, encouraging him to take what you both want but he only teases, grinding against you with the lightest push as his hand rakes across your body to squeeze your ass.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you,” he breathes heavily into your ear before lightly nipping your lobe.

Your heart swells but you don’t say anything, you’re eyes lock with Simon’s as he sinks into you, his body connecting with yours in one long tortuously slow thrust before he pauses, letting your body adjust to the fullness. His breathing is laboured, his body trembling.

You slide your hands along his back, encouraging him to move and relishing every thrust when he does. He grinds against you in delicious rhythm, pulling out then sinking deep, his rough hands exploring your soft skin, his moustached lips peppering you with kisses as he makes love to you like it's his only chance, relishing every moment and stretching the pleasure until as your body begins to build again, climbing another orgasm in an easy pace until you’re teetering on the edge.

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, your hands guiding his rhythm a little faster as he takes you right over that edge. Your second orgasm sends you spiralling, your fingernails dig into his back as his name calls loudly from your lips with each powerful wave.

Simon groans, the sound of your release makes him lose all control as his steady pace becomes erratic hard slams that has his own release shooting inside you, filling you with wet heat.

Your heavy breaths mingle together as his weight settles on top of you, his hard cock slowly softening inside until he slips it out and rolls onto his side, pulling you into the crook of your arm. “Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbles and your heavy, sated body would happily agree.

When Simon had first made a pass at you, you couldn’t have imagined anything more than a quick fuck as he pushed you over a chair but months of talking and trying to be friends had turned this into something else.

He kisses the top of your head before pulling you tight, his leg hooking over yours so your entire body is embraced by his. He isn’t saying it but the way he’s holding you is telling you that you’re his now. You slide your hand through the hair on his chest and realise that you want to be his, you want to sleep like this every night. All wrapped up in Simon. You didn’t even remember to drink the wine.

Thank you for reading. I hope you all enjoyed it! I can’t believe the response I received when I mentioned I was writing some Simon smut. I think he’s getting his own thirst squad lol. 

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[savingshelby2017]

Save Me... (Shelby- Part-3)

Shelby Devereaux said to RightHandManSimon:

~Looking up into your dark eyes, as you take my small hand into your larger one, helping me up, not realizing just how weak I am, as I stumble into your body, my breast nearly spilling out of my bra against your chest. Looking away, my cheeks turning painfully red, hurriedly pulling my dress back over my shoulder, trying to cover myself as best I can.~

Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Nurse Shelby…my name is Simon…and, I think we’re going to enjoy having you as an addition to our community…after you meet Negan, of course.

Looking up at you, softly, almost shyly as you tell me your name, then hearing Negan. Thinking, who in the hell is Negan? There’s someone else I’m going to have to impress to live? Fuck. I’m not going to worry about that right now. Simon seems to like me just fine, and honestly, there’s something about him I like.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Simon. I promise, I’ll do my best to be an addition to your community that you will never regret.”

Squeezing your strong hand, as you look down at me

I’m glad you already get how this works…you owe your life to us, and will pay as much as you can, with whatever you can, along the way.

“Simon, I own you my life. You have no idea,” stopping for a moment, not wanting to become emotional, again, “You don’t know what those people did. I know I have nothing, but anything I could ever gain, I owe to you.”

Now, if you’d follow me to my ride, I’d be happy to take you in to Sanctuary and out of the wild here…the boys can finish up the nasty business we have going on out here… …you never have to be scared again.

That’s it. Please Simon, please forgive me for what I’m going to do, or attempt to do, but I need this security. You told me I never have to be scared, again, and I’m not willing to let you go. I can’t, not now that I’m alone, with no one. My small hand clinging to yours with all the strength I have as I follow you to the large truck, my eyes opening wide when I realize it’s lifted, knowing there’s no way I can climb up in there, feeling genuine embarrassment for the first time, looking over into your eyes.

“Simon, I don’t have the strength to climb up, and…..” stopping, unable to look into your eyes, genuinely overcome by emotion, “the people I escaped from, they cut my underwear off of me. I was "next”.“ Finally, looking back up you, "I didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

[savingshelby2017]

Save Me... (Simon- Part 2)

SimonRightHandMan said to Shelby Devereaux:

Yeah, she’s pretty. The days of using makeup pretty much gone for most, she’s got that natural beauty thing down. She’s not “young” per se, but she’s not old by a long shot. When the relief washes over her face, and she actually relaxes some, I know she…gets it. So few do. It’s a shame, actually. Then, I can almost see the wheels turning behind those pretty light green eyes, red as they are around the edges, and leaking tears still. In fact…I’ll be damned…the drive to survive is alive and well in her, now, isn’t it? She simultaneously manages to try to push herself up AND nearly flash a tit…fucking brilliant!

Again…who the fuck is wearing a black lace bra nowadays? Shit, wait, what’s that she’s saying? An LPN, and very nearly an RN?!? AND she can hunt and fish…heh…yeah, she’s selling it as best she can. Plus, a soft, almost shy smile, with the coy look-away thing? Priceless. Gotta give the gal credit.So…I do.

Good to know.

Sure, it’s not much, but it’s not like this is the last conversation we’re going to have.

Whoa, rein it in there Simon. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Now, what’s this she’s saying? Oh…her name…Shelby…I like that…and…oh yeah! Fuckin’ home run! She’s grateful AND reaching out with her hand.

Bonus.

I reach out and take her delicate, soft hand in my big gnarled mitt, and lift it gently while I stand up…willing to help haul her up some if she needs it, or wants it…or just, to guide her up to standing…being this close to that damn asphalt the way it’s radiating heat is for the birds…or corpses.

Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Nurse Shelby…my name is Simon…and, I think we’re going to enjoy having you as an addition to our community…after you meet Negan, of course.

Always sure to pay The Man the respect he’s due. Gotta lead all these soldiers, warriors and fuckwads by example, seeing as how I lay into them with words and actions when THEY don’t do it.

I’m glad you already get how this works…you owe your life to us, and will pay as much as you can, with whatever you can, along the way.

Standing now, towering over her, I can see by her build that she’s probably telling the truth about the outdoor sports, and the killings…though she’s obviously in dire need of a week or so of hydration and food…and a shower or two.

Damn, I hate to admit it, but I may just have to call a marker from Negan, and claim this one for myself. Fucker’s got enough wives, and maybe I should stop playing the field…this one looks like, and sounds like, a keeper.

Now, if you’d follow me to my ride, I’d be happy to take you in to Sanctuary and out of the wild here…the boys can finish up the nasty business we have going on out here…

More smile, more charm…yeah, I think this is going to be a case of finders keepers.

…you never have to be scared again.

[savingshelby2017]

Get Ready! The ULTIMATE in Simon Fics Is Coming Daily!

For all of you who LOVE Simon SMUT you’re going to get you fill! This was co-written with a partner roughly a year ago. I will *NOT* disclose the real names of the authors, as this was simply something done for creative fun in a private chat type setting. I’ll post a new one each day.  ***Please keep in mind, until we get to a certain point, this has ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN*** it’s not something that is currently BEING written, I am sharing with you something I felt was too good to keep to myself, especially since others enjoy this type of thing as much as I do. Be FOREWARNED- there is a LOT of foul language, violence, and SEX. If you are offended by ANY of this, this is NOT for you.  Check HERE: https://savingshelby2017.tumblr.com/ daily for updates!

[savingshelby2017]

Save Me- Simon (Part- 8)

SimonRightHandMan said to Shelby Devereaux:

When she inhales, he feels her tighten somehow moreso around his finger. He's impressed, to say the least...and even more turned on. Then, she reaches out and caresses his face, while beginning to speak, and he is rewarded with what can only be described as the most incredible declaration he's ever heard any woman ever say...to anybody, even in a movie...and it's all for him. SHE is all for him. Now, the only reason he doesn't laugh out loud with relief and joy, and confirm all that she says, right away is...well, he IS trying to maintain a certain level of seriousness and authority here. "Fuck, but this woman can talk. And what she says...what she thinks and feels...like she was custom made for me." He can hear an intake of breath from one man in the front, and he can't quite figure out who it was, because of the ocean roar in his head. But, he really doesn't give a fuck. He does slowly nod, and resume a gentle massage of her sex, inside and out...slow...tender, even. And he drinks in that affectionate, perhaps even loving, gaze...clear that she knows what she's saying and doing, despite the glaze of her eyes...and he smiles back with an expression on his face that shows his joy, and a gratitude she doesn't likely understand now...which he will explain, later. The way her hand trails off his face and onto his chest brings him back to the reality at hand, and he speaks...still clear and authoritative...all without looking away from...HIS woman.

Yes, Shelby. You ARE mine.

A flicker of reluctance washes over his face, and then he's turning his head, his gaze, away. He speaks even more slowly now, as his face hardens, and he almost growls his next words.

Now you BOTH know the score. Nothing more needs to be said. Frankie, don't you DARE look back here on your way out. In fact, don't even look at the truck when we leave you. Just do as you're told. Now...GO!

The fuckup moves surprisingly well and smoothly, as he's been figuring out how to do what he's told as quickly as possible while everything else was happening. He's outside the truck, closing the door firmly, but not in a slamming manner, then the double tap slap on the side to signal he's clear.

Once again...Simon says.

G-Man, when we get there, keep your mouth shut until everyone there hears my orders, and my conversation with Negan...then, feel free to tell anyone you want, anything you want. Now, press play on the CD player, put 'er in drive, and slow roll us to the outpost at about 30 miles per hour. When you get there, park in the back, and let the engine idle until I tell you to turn it off. Got it?

The words are spoken almost immediately after the question is asked..."Yes, Boss."

The play button is pushed, and the next song on the album begins...and the slow roll to the outpost is started.

Without any hesitation the right hand man turns to the nurse, and his face once again shows nothing but a naked mix of happiness, pleasure and affection...then it is moving toward the side of her head, and her ear...while he is simultaneously removing his right hand from her thigh, and reaching behind himself as he tilts his hips in a half roll toward her.

His voice is all warmth and lust, and he purposely brushes her ear with each movement of his lips.

Shelby, you handled all that like a trooper. Continue to remain silent until I tell you otherwise, and I promise I will make it worth your while.

As if for emphasis, he adjusts the angle of his wrist now, so that his palm lifts entirely off her mons...but that is to allow his thumb to be able to lazily circle and rub her stiff lil clit...while his middle finger resumes inner circling and rubbing of her g-spot.

I know you want to come, and you deserve to come...but you need to wait until we are alone in the outpost. I am going to remove my hand from your precious pussy, for now, because I want to kiss you for the last few minutes of this ride.

Without moving his mouth from her ear, he removes his hand...slowly...from her sex.

Then, his right hand is there with a clean, red bandana he'd pulled from his back pocket, to first press against her sex...and soak up some of the juices...then to pat at it, to dry it lightly...and he slides his left arm back up and over her shoulder, so that his hand is by her mouth...and he is tracing her lips with the pad of his middle finger...still slick and glistening with her juices.

Hang in there, darlin'. We're almost there.

This is the first glimpse she's really getting of Simon as perpetual motion machine...in control of every part of himself...and her, if she'll let him be...in control.

He is kissing his way from her ear along her jawline...and cheek...toward her mouth as he finishes teasing between her lips with his middle finger...all while he is wiping her juices from the seat...and then reaching up to stuff the cloth into the pocket of his shirt. Then his right hand resumes its place on her right thigh...gently, firmly, closing her legs.

Before kissing her lips, he sucks his own fingertip...tasting her for the first time...and then he is gripping her left shoulder with that hand.

Mmmmmmm...you taste every bit as sweet as I thought you might. Soon, we'll both know how we taste together.

When it happens, this first kiss, the world melts away again...time stands still...and yet it feels like they're moving through space a million miles per hour.

Lips slide against lips...moving...gliding...slicked by her juices...and then, just as he parts his lips, and hers with them, he moves his left hand from her shoulder, to up under her hair, to hold her by the nape of her neck...and his right is moving from her right thigh, to grip her left thigh, just above the knee, as though this time HE is the one holding on for dear life...because now he's breathless...his tongue licking first her lips...then...moving inward...as he slowly, surely feasts on her mouth...makes love to her mouth with his....passion and want and need all swirling as this bliss begins...and feels like it will never end.

By the time they make it to the outpost, he's doing his best to make sure they are enjoying this moment...but are not so far gone that they can't stop.

But...it IS hard...VERY hard.

And...so is he.