Krem slid his hand up above the line of her stocking and found warm, soft skin then. He hummed softly against Adaline's mouth, squeezing again, his thumb rubbing intimately, just a touch of pressure at the sinuous bit of thigh leading up from the top of her stocking and toward the apex of her thighs.

Her garter straps sat beneath his palm and he was thankful, at least, for a practical upbringing. It was easy to shift his hand and unhook her stocking, in the front, and then in the back, sliding his hand, then, up the back of her thigh toward her ass.