A soft sigh escaped his lips as she grabbed him, delight oozing out in a moan from him, with a hard whisper.  “Yes,” rolled out of his mouth with guttural pleasure, “Natalya.”  It seeped out from him, more in commanding tone but with tendrils of his cravings for her underlining the words from his mouth.  Even as she began caressing him, the fingers on her arms eased their hold over her, giving her the freedom she craved but inch by inch as if slowly allowing it to her.<br/><br/><br/>“Show me the passion you crave Natalya,” he said to her when he finally let go, “Please me … show me you deserve it.”  There was a command at the tip of his tongue, he could tell her exactly what to do to entice him into giving her what she wanted, but his eyes yearned to watch her do what she wanted to him given that freedom she wanted.  Her mouth had worked magic on him earlier with that freedom and now her hand was driving him crazy with his eagerness to have his way with her.  His hands lingered to take what he wanted, but the command of voice was alluring him to her.  They went to her rear, one hand grabbing it with wanton lust, the other giving it a light smack as if a small reminder of the control he had.<br/>