Once again, Charlette’s moans ramped up his stimulation levels.  She was also quite accomplished in matching her moaning with his pacing.  Slow, medium, or high.  She had an answer for them all.  Although they weren’t verbal per se, Paul interpreted them to mean he must be doing<i>something</i>right.<br/><br/>Paul skootched forward a little as she lifted her derriere, altering his rhythm while doing so.  A fastball here.  A curveball there.  And what’s this?  Why, a change-up, of course.  He thrived on changes of velocity.  One detail remained static, however: his hands remained on her hips, as nothing would be an impediment to that precious view.