Chase loosens his grip on my hair, leaning back towards the bed and slowly removing his fingers. He maintains mesmerizing eye contact as he lifts his hand and licks his fingers. I shudder, helplessly following his every move with widened eyes. He leans back, adjusting my legs wider and positioning himself between my legs. Now, in the dim light of the bedroom, I can see his figure clearly. His abs lead to a deep, chiselled V-shaped divot, and trailing further down, I lock eyes with his arousal. For a moment, I'm taken aback by the sheer size and girth of him. The tip presses lightly against my core, teasing my entrance and sending shocks of erratic pleasure through my being. Despite that, a flash of panic surges through me. I'm not a prude or anything of the sort; in fact, I'm particularly
