Charlotte reached down to finger herself as she watched him, feeling how wet she was, how much she wanted this. Paul gave her a warm smile and moved over her again, pressing in with a soft moan. Charlotte had certainly had her share of lovers in the past, but there was something about Paul that was gentle. He seemed to truly care about her pleasure over his own. He moved slowly inside of her, building their desire with the same tender care one might use for nurturing a reluctant fire. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 'Beautiful,' murmured Paul, moving a little faster now. He rolled them over so...