Not There

Derek never rushed when it came to expanding the boundaries of physical intimacy with me.

An ordinary man would probably pounce on the woman he loved without a second thought if she were lying in the same bed wearing nothing but her underwear.

But Derek didn't.

Judging by the traces of his daily masturbation that turned up whenever I cleaned the bathroom, it wasn't as if he lacked desire.

I had to call it remarkable self-restraint.

I knew that underlying it was his consideration for how unfamiliar and frightening it was for me to be touched as a woman.

This time, too, Derek kept his pace measured.

For the first time since we'd gotten together, Derek's hand moved below my navel.

“……Hng, haa……”

I felt my body stiffen involuntarily with tension...