Well you do have to brake a little, slow down, to take the curves properly, so some variance in pace could be good, especially if it keeps them in evenly matched with each other. A notion she's finding she likes more and more.

And Flashpoint does move with his pace, optics drifting closed and mouth hung open. With no view of her own, she drinks in the sound, smell and feel of him, the scent friction-heated lubricant, the echo of their bodies colliding as their systems run hot, the way he fills her with heat and want and a hard driving pleasure that sparks through both their fields. Little sounds fall from mouth with each thrust, most unintelligible, many not very polite, but all of them a little overwrought, lost in the sensations of this, growing louder and louder.