Pavel watched his wife step into her gown, practically salivating at every aspect of her. She was the most sensuous creature he had ever known in his life. Reaching down, he gripped himself, shifting his flesh into a more comfortable position. Oh, if the royal tailor realized the true reason that he and his kinsman wore trousers that were baggy in the front.<br/><br/>The corner of his lips curled up into small smirk as he stepped up behind her. Sliding to his knees behind her, he kissed up her spine, taking the time to touch every inch as he stood, his fingers following his lips. Eventually, fingers reached the fastenings, and reluctantly, he closed the back of her gown.<br/><br/>"There you are, all done," he chuckled, turning to retrieve his sash from the bed, and giving her a moment to get her body under control.