But then he froze. Tae felt the shift instantly—his grip on her hips loosened, his frantic thrust into her hand faltered. His eyes darted from her face down to his own rigid cock, then back. Uncertainty flooded his expression, replacing the raw hunger. He swallowed hard, throat clicking.

"Tae... I..." His voice was rough but thin. "I don't... I've never..." He couldn't finish. His gaze dropped again, shame washing over the fierce pride, his shoulders hunching slightly. He knew how, theoretically, from countless videos, but the reality of her skin, her heat, her expectant gaze... it paralyzed him. He was terrified of fumbling, of disappointing the goddess he'd worshipped on screen.