Alexei grinned, allowing her hand to roam his body unimpeded. The flesh between his legs was practically throbbing in anticipation, but it was a condition he was familiar with. Liz was probably the only woman in his life to know exactly which buttons to push to drive him out of his mind, not that he'd ever give her the satisfaction of realizing that. Part of him was hoping that the very beautiful woman in his arms would learn his triggers and master them quickly. When he felt her fingers brush his belt, his hand closed over hers.<br/><br/>"My Scandanavian beauty seems to be more curious about *my* body than she is her own," He teased, placing her hand on his cock and squeezing himself through his trousers. "We're to be married, Ingrid, feel free to satisfy your curiosity," he told her honestly. "I intend to," his smile grew, his free hand moving up her back to nimbly undo the fastenings. "I believe I have realized my first wish regarding you, my beautiful bride...." his smile grew as he nipped at her chin. "After tonight, no more corsets. One, they are uneccesary torture devices for such a pleasing form. My wife will be comfortable, and offer her husband easy access to the treasures that belong to him." he chuckled, his hand sliding into the back of her now open gown. "Your skin is like satin, I intend to taste every glorious inch of it."