Pavel felt his breath catch in his chest when her nimble fingers undid his trousers. With a surprisingly steady hand, he reached forward and grabbed his vodka, downing it in one quick gulp. He bit back a groan when her warm hand wrapped around his flesh, manipulating him the way only she could. He felt his eyes slide partway closed, all his concentration tied up in keeping his breathing normal, and his body perfectly still, trying to ignore the buzzing going on in his ears.<br/><br/>He was skirting that delicious edge, his thighs trembling with the effort to prolongue the wonderful feeling her touch was causing. But sooner than he liked, he was under her power, and at her mercy. He would have his revenge on this gorgeous beauty later, but for now, he was hers entirely. When her lips wrapped around his tip, he bit down on the inside of his cheek, taking everything in his reserve of will to not cry out at his cock lengthen and surged, emptying himself deep into his love's mouth. Picking up his wine glass, with a less than steady hand, he forced himself to take a sip as the aftershocks still attacked his body. Looking out into the crowd, it took several minutes for his vision to clear to where he could see clearly. Figures, everyone so interested in their own world to pay attention to what he and his wife were doing. Reaching down with his free hand, he tangled it in Liz's hair, stroking her dark locks lovingly.