How had things progressed to this point?  They agreed on watching a movie outside with popcorn (present circumstances dictated that Paul actually forgot the title of said movie).  Some light making out.  A lull in proceedings.  And now they’re naked.  With Charlette on top of him, grooving on his hard-on.  No complaints there.<br/><br/>Details, shmetails, Old Man.  Enjoy the moment.  And, uh, you’re not gonna let her do all the work, are you?  When the Voice was right, the Voice was right.  After all, he couldn’t let Charlette have<i>all </i>the fun.<br/><br/>Clearly, she was excited, going by how moist she was.  Hell, they were both excited, their respective anatomies leaving no doubt about their levels of arousal.  Her hair briefly tickling his face and her teasing were driving him bananas, but in a good way.  No going back now, as he was completely inside of her; Charlette expertly saw to that.<br/><br/>Being the gentleman that he was, Paul allowed Charlette to set her rhythm first.  This had nothing to do with laziness, as he was guilty of that from time to time.  But not now!  Not that she would know, but her soft moans were a complete turn-on, too.  Needing something to do, his idle hands began gently squeezing and fondling her breasts.  Everything about her felt good.<br/><br/>After a few more pleasurable minutes passed by, Paul thought it was time to find out if he could somehow add to her gratification.  His hands drifted away from her rack, finding themselves grasping her hips.  A slight arch of his back, and he lightly thrust upwards, setting a casual pace for now.  Massively enjoying the moment, he would let her decide when she thought it best for him to increase the force of his thrusts, as well as his own rhythm.  Paul had no doubt that she would tell him so.