Mature. Skip if not your thing.
Nora
Alex always had this element of control with things like this. Taking care of her. Always gentle, usually romantic, occasionally praising. When he was close, he got more instructive.
He’d say things like “touch” a certain body part. Or “shhhh, the kids” if she got too loud. She knew he liked it, though. It always spurred him on.
Alex was never rough with her. Never degrading. Never made her feel like being the woman in the duet was something less than or unimportant. Thankfully, he was never the type to beg or constantly ask if she was “okay” or if she “liked” something. He just knew. The times he did ask were not because he didn’t know. It was because he did know.
Because he knew what she liked. He knew every inch of her so well.
