“Like something utterly precious to me that needs to be protected,” he said, and she let out a short sharp gasp as he stepped between her legs, spreading her thighs wide. Her dress was riding up almost to her waist, and Val reached for the waistband of her thick tights.
“How much do you like these?” he asked, his voice rougher than it had been a moment before. His hands were hot where he touched her, and she wiggled desperately.
“I hate them,” she half-moaned. “They're awful. They're a prison for my legs.”
“Then they absolutely have to go.”
She whimpered with pleasure when Val tore the tights straight off her her body, letting them fall in tatters to the floor. It felt so very good and so very right to be as close to Val as possible, skin to skin with his hands sliding along her thighs with a possessive grasp that took her breath away.
He pushed her dress up even farther, and then he paused, looking own at her with a particularly intent look on his face.
“Well. What kind of plans did you have for our first date?”
She laughed and blushed at once as she remembered what she had slipped on that morning.
“No plans, just hope,” she said. “Also, it's laundry day, so I raided the special occasions drawer.”
Val plucked at the side ties that were all that held the scraps of pink lace to her hips. After his willful destruction of her good tights, he was almost unbearably delicate now, pulling loose the bows that she had tied early that morning. She whined, shifting her hips hopefully, but it didn't make him a single bit faster. It seemed to take an age before he let her panties drop to the floor, and Norah uttered a full-throated moan as he cupped her mons.
“You're just made perfectly,” he said with admiration. “Perfect to look at, perfect to touch, and all I can do is think that I actually get to keep you.”
Something about the way he said the words struck a deep chord inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes, and they might have spilled but instead she laughed, the joy bubbling up inside her like a froth of champagne and the pop of fireworks.
“Keep me,” she said, reaching for him. “Keep me with you for always.”
In response, Val leaned down to take her in his arms, hugging her so tight that she could feel the tension of his body against hers, how every muscle in his lean frame was primed over her. She marveled at how hard he was against her and how his breath felt far hotter than it should have.
“I want you,” he said, so fervently that it was practically a prayer. “I want you, Norah, please.”
“Take me,” she whispered in his ear, and immediately Val reared back just enough so he could get his hand between them, stroking her delicate flesh with the perfect amount of firmness and care. Norah gasped as his fingers strummed a primal rhythm on her body, parting her just enough that he could press against her clit. Somehow, he knew precisely where to touch her, exactly what she needed, and she buried her face in his neck, her arms tight around him.
“I want more than that,” Norah insisted breathlessly, and Val laughed.
“I could never deny you, but teasing you, that I could do.”
She moaned, and Val kept stroking her, bringing her straight to the edge and then somehow keeping her there. No matter how she pressed against him, no matter how she rocked against his touch, he wouldn't give her the release she craved, and then with a groan of frustration, she gave up.
“Please,” she said, her voice broken to bits. “Please, please, Val, I need you.”
A deep shudder ran through him at that, and when he pushed her to her back on the table, she could feel the break in him as well. It had cost him to tease her as he had done, and he was paying for ot now. He pulled back just far enough to tear at his trousers and free his erection. There was one brilliant moment where she could feel the hot velvet length of him pressed against her thigh, and then he pushed inside her with one long stroke, filling her so perfectly that she had to shut her eyes against the sudden rush of pleasure.
The sensation of being filled by a man she knew was fated to be hers left her lightheaded, and that was even before he started to roll his hips against her, his motions shallow at first and growing deeper with every thrust. Her hands landed on his shoulders, her fingers digging hard into the powerful muscles there. She needed him with every fiber of her being, and instinctively, she could tell that he wanted her the same way. If he was slow, it was only because he wanted to take his time. If he was restrained, it was only because she was precious to him
Norah gave herself up to the rising and falling motions of their bodies together. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist, dragging him even closer to her, and she whimpered with need as he dropped his head down to mouth at the base of her throat, sending deeper shivers of pleasure through her.
“Oh I want you, I want you,” she moaned, barely aware of what she was saying.
“I'm yours.”
Even as the pleasure in her soared ever higher to its peak, she could feel his control slipping by inches. His body shook, and his low heartfelt groan made her shudder.
“Let go,” she whispered. “Let go, I'm right here. I've got you. I belong to you.”
His control snapped, and his hands came down to cradle her wide hips. At first she thought that he only meant to
