Alexei felt the trembling in her form and relished in every bit of it. There was something powerful about a women coming apart in your arms.....especially *this* woman. Sliding one hand up her bare back, he laid back down on the grass, cupping the back of her head in his hand. Drawing her mouth down to his, he pressed his tongue past her lips, kissing her with every bit of intensity she drew out in him. With his free hand, he moved it down over the curve of her hip, pushing the cloth down her body. After several minutes, he smiled against her kiss swollen lips, finally releasing her for a breath.<br/><br/>"Help me, my bride," he instructed, his breath washing over her. "I want to see you bare, take off everything but the garters and the stockings," he added, feeling the fire surging through him at the mere idea that his beautiful, pure fiance wore such intoxicating garments. The garters and stockings could stay....but the corsets, pantaloons and petticoats had to go. He was not going to make this a ritual every time he wanted to fuck his wife....or she wanted to fuck him. He licked at her lips, his hands pulling her against him hard so that she could feel every rigid inch against her. "No, don't move off my my body. I want to feel your muscles." It was something they had to learn about each other. How each of them moved, and which motions would turn the other on even more.