Stockings

(Done by Request)

"So what does my Little bird think of her gift?" Jason asked with a smirk.

Raven spun around, looking herself over in the mirror. Honestly, she loved them. Sheer black stockings, without cheap lace at the top. Spinning this way and that, she admired how she looked in them. They weren't something she would have purchased on her own.

"I like them," Raven told him, turning back to look at him.

Jason lay lounged out on the bed, almost naked, except for his boxers. Bright red in color; a stark contrast against the blues of the night. Through the fabric, she could see he was starting to get hard.

"As do I," he said with a smirk. "One of these days, we should see how they look with clothes on."

"One of these days," Raven agreed, then turned back to the mirror. There were two long seams running down along the back. She traced them with her finger, running up the long black line until she reached her upper thigh.

In the mirror, she could see Jason getting off the bed, and coming to stand right behind her. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see but to feel. His hands rested on her shoulders at first, then her breasts, then her hips. His tongue darted out to lick her neck, while his right hand went in between her thighs to circle her clitoris.

"You think you'll need a garter belt with that?" he asked, smirking once more.

"Shouldn't," Raven rasped out, her voice breathy from the things he was doing to her. When his hand left her clitoris, she opened her eyes again. She looked down, trying to see why his hand was not on her clit right now.

Jason's fingers slipped underneath the band of the stocking, and he gave it a soft snap. He traced the top of it, the soft, sheer black clinging to her skin. When he slid his hand between her thighs once more, Raven opened her legs wider, wanting his hand back on her clitoris again.

More circles were stroked around her, making her gasp and softly moan, make her body rock back and worth as her hips moved with his rhythm.

Placing his hands on her arms, he spun her around to face him. Her back was to the mirror, but he could see it. His eyes traveled down her back, following the path of her spine, and down to her ass. He gripped her ass in his hands, giving a hard squeeze. Further down, his eyes met the top seams of the stockings, and he let them run all the way down to the heel.

What he would give for those stockings to be wrapped around his head.

Raven turned back around to the mirror, wanting to admire herself once more. Her eyes traveled down the same path Jason's eyes were, up and down the long black seams that clung to her legs.

"I love them," she whispered.

"As do I," Jason repeated.

Raven watched as his arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips pressed up against her neck. Her eyes wanted to close, to make her sink into darkness where she could feel even more of him. But she kept her eyes open. Watching Jason move against her, and still eyeing those black stockings.