Pavel leaned over her with a smirk, drawing that pouting bottom lip between his teeth and nipping at it playfully. He lovingly called his wife a minx all the time, and she was. She would wind both him and his kinsman up to that snapping point, just because she could. There wasn't a thing he would change about her. He pulled back with a laugh as he felt her hand starting to creep down his chest. His own large hand shot out and caught the wandering appendage.<br/><br/>"Ah, Ah....no, my love," He chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling mischeviously. "Lay up on the pillows," he instructed, standing from the bed so as to remove temptation from reach until she complied. Once she was settled, he crawled toward her...looking very much like a large panther on the prowl. Settling his weight over her, he place the blunt head of his shaft against her opening, and pressed forward, filling her in one swift thrust. Holding himself still for a moment, he closed his eyes, just enjoying the absolute bliss that came from being one with his love. Moving his hands, he placed one palm on the bed under her head, so that her neck was raised, her head leaning against his forearm. He had something he wanted her to see.<br/><br/>"Watch us," he growled, looking down to where they were joined. He withdrew his hips, groaning as he watched the rigid flesh disappear into her body again. The double stimulus of the visual and physical was making this more intoxicating than any alchohol he had ever consumed. It was if he had a current running through his body, increasing the pleasure tenfold. Starting a slow pace, with long deep strokes, he glanced at her face briefly to make certain she was complying with his order. 'Good girl' he thought with a smile, continuing to play her body like the maestro that he was.