Smooth as Silk
S is for Stockings
WC: 674
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She opened up the cream-colored box, with a lace design running along the edges. The company's logo was printed in the center, which was made up of dizzyingly cursive M's and S's.
Haruhi pulled out a pair of snow-white silk stockings amongst the tissue paper, and their black leather garter belt counterparts. She could not help the mischievous smile that warped her lips as she laid them on the bed.
She was wearing an oversize white shirt that fell to her mid-thigh. Her short, dark hair had been flat-ironed. She wasn't wearing any jewelry, because she didn't want it to get in the way.
Lying on the bed, she slipped on the stocking.
The silk slid up her leg like the brush of a feather.
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"Happy Birthday," she said, leaning against the doorframe of his home-office.
Kyoya's work had been keeping him extremely busy these last few weeks, leaving very little time for them. He did a double-take when he saw his wife in the doorway.
She cocked her leg and tilted her head, liking the tease effect. His tie had been loosened, and one of the top bottoms undone. His normally brushed hair was tousled. She ran her tongue across her lips.
Leisurely she made her way to him. She ran the flat of her palms against his chest, up against his collarbones, and circled her arms around his neck. She kissed him, her supple lips practiced against his taut ones.
Hands on her waist, he squeezed softly. Going lower, he settled his hands on her hips. She bit his bottom lip, nibbling lightly. He sighed against the kiss.
He brought her up and set her up onto the desk, messy with papers. She encircled her clothed legs around his waist. His fingers ran up and down her leg, stopping to tickle her knee. "These pantyhose could be a problem," he said, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
Haruhi giggled and grabbed his hand, leading it all the way up underneath her white, oversized shirt. Kyoya's eyes widened when he felt the garter belt riding high on her thigh, and then touched the warm, bare skin of her hip.
"Stockings," he breathed.
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, tugging it out from his pants and letting her silken-clad calves glide against the bare sides of his waist and hipbones.
He fondled her slim, leather garter belts, allowing him to toy with her inner thighs. He let his hands slip down her legs again, keeping her unsure where he would be next. He kissed her mouth until she tossed her head back, to expose her neck to his lips. His mouth trailed down her chest as far as the opened buttons would permit. Her hands held the back of his head, keeping his mouth against her heaving breasts.
Her lustrous legs curled tighter around him when his teeth caught a clothed nipple.
Fingers undid the buttons of the shirt below her breasts, leaving her smooth midriff stripped. There was no piece of clothing left between her straining breasts still in the half-buttoned shirt down to her covered thighs.
Kyoya's lips and breath made a trail of fast-paced kisses against her quivering belly.
The tantalizing taste of pale silk on his palm made his hands keep tracing up and down her legs. He let her stretch out against his desk, her shirt splayed open and her legs still wrapped around him at the knee. He dropped his mouth to her inner thigh, right below the garter belt. He started to suck steadily against the silk. His warm tongue savored the smooth mouth-feel, like chocolate buttered against her skin.
She let out a hitched sigh as her stomach tightened and arched. Her legs shuddered against him. Her toes curled. Her whimpers continued to increase as his fingers danced in dangerous places.
Her hips clenched, her upper back lifted, her silky legs stretched. Her breathing could not keep up.
Kyoya smiled as he watched his panting wife relish with her eyes closed.
His hands never stopped sliding up and down her glossy legs.