Jonathan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, resting his lips against the top of her head. "No, Ivy, it's not...well, it could be, and trust me, occasionally that's fun, but there's far more to sex then that."
He gently untangled her fingers from her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to each one. "Sex, if done right, is about sharing, not about taking or dominating. Each person gives something of themselves to the moment, each receiving something far greater in return."
"With the right partner," he added, having a feeling that she had never had the right partner, or a partner who gave a damn about her pleasure, her passion.
He wished he could help her undo the lessons the utter asshole had left behind, whomever they had been, the part of him that actually cared about helping people wanting to put the shards of Pam back together into a person who could accept a well-balanced, caring sexual relationship, if nothing else.