Duality Part 1 - Episode 1

She watched him strip, the slow peel of his shirt revealing that lean torso she already knew by touch. When his jeans hit the floor, her gaze dropped. He was half-hard, the kind of half that said he wanted to be touched but hadn't asked yet. She liked that hesitation. Her own clothing came off without ceremony, each piece dropped where it landed. Naked, she stepped close enough for the air between them to tighten. His cock twitched as it filled out the rest of the way. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking once, base to tip, and felt him throb in her palm. Heat radiated off him. She sank to her knees, the carpet rough against her shins, and took him into her mouth without preamble. The weight of him on her tongue made her wet. She worked him slow at first, sucking on the head, then deeper, the way he liked it. Spit slicked her chin. He threaded his fingers into her hair but didn't push, just held, the restraint burning hotter than force ever could. She reached down, slicked two fingers through her own cunt, found her clit already swollen. The wet sounds from her mouth matched the wet sounds from between her legs. He groaned low when she took him to the back of her throat, the vibration humming through her. She pulled off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, and looked up. His eyes were dark, jaw tight. She smiled with her mouth full of him again, tongue pressing hard along the underside. He tasted clean, faintly salty. She bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing, the muscles in her jaw starting to ache in the way she craved. Her fingers worked tighter circles on her clit, chasing the edge she'd been circling since she first saw him undress. When she came, it was sudden, thighs shaking, a muffled moan around his cock. He felt it, hips jerking forward once before he caught himself. She kept sucking through it, riding out the aftershocks with his length still sliding over her tongue.