Sanctified 1.2

"Good boy," she says, and pushes my shoulders back so I'm lying flat. She gets on her hands and knees again and slides down my body, kissing her way to my hips. She gets to my waist and I put my hands on her wrists. "Wait," I say.

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Chapter I: In A Simple Hotel Room

Section II

: In which Charlotte holds back

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I wake up spooning her, her bum pressed into my groin, my left arm over her torso with a firm grasp on her right breast. Both of her hands are holding my wrist, locking me in place. I immediately start to get hard again from the contact of her warm skin, even before the events of the day wash over me. My internal clock tells me we couldn't have been napping for more than an hour or two, and the sun is coming in the window through the curtains at a lower angle. I feel her kiss my arm and stretch.

"You're awake," I say.

"So are you," she says, grinding her bum into my stiffening cock.

I chuckle. "Sorry," I say.

"For what?" she asks honestly.

"Oh," I say. "He's just a little overeager, but I don't want to... you know."

"What?" she asks. "Pressure me?" As she says this she grinds back on my dick again.

I laugh again, somewhat self-consciously. "Something like that."

"Well," she says, "you know you have my consent and my interest. What more do you need?"

I shrug and squeeze her breast gently. "Fair enough."

We lay there for a few minutes. Her hair smells wonderful, and her breast filling my palm is a dream come true. I ignore the insistent throb of my erection and the pounding of my heart, willing myself to be calm and not ruin this by seeming like a horny adolescent. She is consistently applying pressure to my cock, however, which is defeating any chance I might have. I try to withdraw my hips slightly and she just presses more firmly.

"Where are you going?" she asks.

"Nowhere," I say, squeezing her in a one-armed hug. I could stay here forever, I think.

"Good," she murmurs. "I could stay here forever."

My eyebrows raise and she snuggles back into me. Is there a chance this wasn't just a single encounter? My traitorous cock is working its way between her butt cheeks and I'm very anxious that she is going to be disgusted and get up. I can see it happening in my mind's eye.

She hums a little noise of satisfaction and presses her ass into my cock yet again.

"But I can't stay here forever, unfortunately," she says, and starts to pull away.

"Sorry--" I begin, and she rolls over to look at me.

"Hey," she says. "Don't apologize for being a virile man. If you haven't noticed yet, I like it."

"Okay," I say.

"I was going to say that I can't stay like that forever because..." she reaches down and wraps her fingers lightly around my cock, "someone has to help you with this." She looks into my eyes and bites her lip.

I open my mouth to say something, I'm not sure what, because she puts a finger to my lips. "Ah, ah, ah," she says, smiling and shaking her head. "I can already see when you're about to apologize for yourself. None of that. No holding back, remember?"

I close my mouth and nod, a small smile on my lips.

"Good boy," she says, and pushes my shoulders back so I'm lying flat. She gets on her hands and knees again and slides down my body, kissing her way to my hips. She gets to my waist and I put my hands on her wrists. "Wait," I say.

"Why?" she asks, looking up at me in between kisses along my thigh.

"I-- I want to--"

"What?" she asks, flicking her tongue out at my balls.

I prop myself up on my elbows and struggle to find the words.

"Let me guess," she says. "You want to earn this. You want to do me first. You want to take care of me. You don't want to appear selfish or misogynistic. Is that about right?"

I shrug. "Something like that," I say again.

She wraps her fingers lightly around the base of my cock. "I'm a big girl, you know," she says, as she licks my balls. "I know what I'm about. I know what I want. No one pressures me into anything. Do you believe that?" She sucks one of my balls into her mouth as she says this.

I nod, eyelids fluttering a bit at the pleasurable sensations coming up from below.

"What I want right now is to suck your dick. Is that okay?"

I nod, smiling.

"I also want to swallow your cum. Because I want that. Is that okay?"

I open my mouth to say something, and then close it when she arches an eyebrow.

"The correct answer is 'yes', Tiger," she says.

"Yes, Tiger," I say.

"Oh," she says to herself. "He's got jokes." She starts to stroke my cock and sucks my other nut into her mouth.

I try one final protest. "We haven't even gone on a date yet, or... introduced ourselves!"

"That's true," she says. "Well, Jackson's dick, meet Charlotte's mouth. Again." And she licks up the underside of my cock and slurps the head into her mouth. I groan and she looks up at me innocently. "Introductions are so fun," she says, pulling her head off my cock. "After this you can buy me dinner," she allows, "but first I'd like you to give me a drink."

She takes my cock into her mouth once more, and I flop back on the bed with a moan.

Her tongue is swirling around my sensitive head, her hand is stroking my shaft, and her other hand is massaging my balls. I've never felt anything like this. It is intensity and passion and desire and lust, but also a wholeheartedness that I've never experienced. Sex and sexual acts have always been laden with obligation or reciprocal expectations, and all of those are absent. She is bobbing her head up and down, up and down, and I can tell she is lost in the experience. She is not trying to make me cum, she is trying to make me feel something, and it's working. As I get near the edge, she pulls her head off and licks her lips. Her hand grips the base of my shaft but stops stroking.

"I want to try something," she says, spitting on my already very wet dick. "It's something I've been practicing."

"Yeah, okay," I say breathlessly.

"Will you get freaked out if I gag a little?"

I look down at her and blink. "No, that's fine," I say. "Whatever you need."

"Whatever you need," she counters, but smiles. "Here goes."

I put my arm under my head so I can prop up my view a bit. She slips my cockhead into her mouth and braces both arms on the bed on either side of my hips. She slides down further... further... further... gags a bit, and pulls off. Then she starts again, sliding my cock further back into her mouth until I feel my cockhead slip past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She swallows over the tip and it feels amazing. She swallows again, and again, trying to work my cock back further. She gags and coughs a bit, but doesn't pull off. Her lips are over halfway down my cock, further than I've ever seen a girl take it before. Then she pulls off.

"Fuck," she says. "I can't get it in there."

"That's okay," I say. "It feels amazing."

"I really want to deepthroat you," she says.

"You don't have to--" I start to say, but she rolls her eyes and I stop.

"Of course I don't have to," she says. "I want to. We're going to have to teach you some things, aren't we?"

I smile sheepishly and she begins to stroke my cock again. "We're going to revisit this," she says, furrowing her brow and addressing my cock directly. "I'm going to get you in there so that you can shoot your load straight down my throat, understood?"

I flex my cock in answer. "Good," she says. "Now, if you're ready, I want you to cum for me."

With that, she goes back to sucking, hard, while pumping the shaft and massaging my balls. I find myself back on the edge in fifteen seconds.

"Oh baby," I say. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum."

She looks up at me and moans, nodding her encouragement as she continues sucking my cock. I start bucking my hips involuntarily and then go rigid, and she holds my dick in her mouth and strokes it without moving her head, her tongue flying over the tip as I shoot my load into her waiting mouth. I am surprised that she doesn't pull her head away as most girls do, but she only keeps whimpering enticingly and maintains eye contact as I fill her mouth with spurt after spurt of hot cum. She slows her strokes and suckles the tip gently, never breaking contact, massaging my balls and squeezing my shaft to get every drop of cum. I groan and buck and breath in heavy, ragged gasps, aroused all over again by her firm, willing insistence to take my cum in her mouth. As my storm subsides, she finally pulls my cock from between her lips and opens them slightly to show the pool of thick, white cum inside. She twirls her tongue through it and then winks at me and swallows. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to show that she got it all, and then notices a single drop of cum oozing out of my cock.

"Oops," she says, and kisses my dick, swirling her tongue around and sucking the cum out. "That was a close one."

"Holy fucking shit," I say, and flop back.

She giggles. "I quite enjoyed that," she says. "Your cum tastes... fine, actually. I've never experienced that before."

I smile, chest heaving. My arms are stretched out to both sides and I can feel a tingling in my extremities.

Charlotte slides off the bed and stretches. I admire her form, curvaceous, supple, and firm. She is bouncing on her toes and humming as she goes to the suite's bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and she is singing, her voice sweet and high, too quiet for me to make out the words. The door is wide open but I give her privacy, not quite daring to push my luck. I lay looking at the ceiling, catching my breath and trying to figure out what to do next to secure a place in this woman's life.

A few minutes go by and she emerges with a towel wrapped around herself, a little knot between her breasts and another towel wrapped around her hair. She smiles at me still laying on the bed and goes to get her bikini top and shorts.

"You are," I begin, and she drops the towel to dress, interrupting my train of thought. She carefully positions the bikini top and her nipples disappear behind the white fabric. She is looking at me expectantly as she performs this task. "Something special," I finish as she ties off the bikini top around her neck.

"Thank you," she says simply. She pulls her shorts up, hiding her pussy from my view. With her body slightly more covered, my head clears a little further and I notice my own nakedness. I have about a quarter of an erection, but there's no oomph behind it this time. "I'm also starving," she says.

I sit up on the bed. "What shall we do about that?" I ask.

"I believe we shall secure ourselves a meal," she replies. "There's a great barbecue place near here."

"That sounds great to me," I say, standing up and getting my shorts. "I guess I need to put some more clothes on."

"I suppose I should do the same," she says, looking down and adjusting her bikini slightly.

"Meet you downstairs in ten," I say.

She points at the towel on her head. "I'll be twenty."

"Twenty it is," I say, and she walks a couple of steps over to me. She puts her hands flat on my chest and goes up on her toes to kiss me. She presses her body against me from knees to chest, full contact, nothing reserved, but without any urgency. I kiss her back, smelling the soap from her shower on her skin and putting my hands on her hips. The kiss is still new, and exciting, but also oddly comfortable and comforting, as if it is comfortable by long knowledge. We break it and I look into her eyes. She is looking at my lips and smiling, then looks up at me.

"I like your lips," she says, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Your eyes are spectacular," I reply.

She smiles and slips past me to the door and goes out without another word.

I brace myself against the wall and breathe deeply. What the fuck is going on? I started this day with no plans of trying to get a girl. I only wanted to sit by the pool in the midst of this boring conference and do nothing. Now... my mind races. We didn't say where we were meeting, but probably she meant the lobby. I don't have her phone number. I don't even have my phone, because I left it in my room. I have a moment of panic where I imagine her slipping away, never seeing her again, and my chest tightens.

Get ahold of yourself, I think. Go change and head downstairs, and quit acting like a fifteen year old before your first date with your third period crush.

I step out into the hall, hoping to catch a final glimpse of her before she went into her room--I didn't even know if hers was on this floor or not--but she is gone. I head to my room to change for dinner.

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Less than twenty minutes later, however, she strolls out of the elevator and into the lobby. She is dressed simply in a yellow spaghetti-strapped summer dress and sandals. Her hair is still drying, hanging in waves down over her shoulders. My heart leaps to see her, and my respect for her grows immeasurably when I see that she didn't cover herself in makeup and fancy clothing with high heels just to meet me. A little eyeliner, mascara, and a subtle pink lip gloss, and that appears to be all.

I am grinning and she smiles back at me as she crosses the room. She strides right into my bubble without hesitation and greets me with a full body hug, which I am realizing is her calling card. The world fades as she squeezes me and then reaches up to meet my lips with her own. I feel that we are in a private pocket of air, that I am her only focus as our lips touch. Again, the feeling of comfort and long knowledge. Again, the intimacy of full contact. I feel warmth radiating down my arms and legs, a tingling on the back of my neck as her arms lock there at the wrists and she breathes out through her nose without breaking the kiss, a sigh of contentment.

She hugs me again after the kiss, pressing her cheek into my chest. I am unused to having a woman's head so close under my chin, and I find her height to be quite appealing. I am aware that we are standing in the middle of the lobby and eyes are drawn to the couple we make.

"Should we go?" I ask.

"If I wasn't so hungry, I'd say lets stay right here," she breathes. Then she looks up at me and for the first time I sense that she does not say something she means to.

"Holding back?" I ask.

She flashes a quick smile. "He's learning," she says. "Let's go."

We walk toward the door and her hand slides down my arm and our fingers link easily as we stroll out into the summer air.

We enjoy our evening. There is food, and conversation, and easy laughter. We flirt, but there is no coyness. After all, the question has already been resolved. It's hard to be coy with someone when you've already shared orgasms. As early evening becomes late evening, I am struck time and again by how simple this is. She is forthright and honest and it draws me out of my usually reserved shell. The information we learn about each other is new, but our dynamic is comfortable. She is present, so much so that it is disarming. She does not have her phone with her, and mine stays in my pocket throughout the entire night. There is sexual energy between us, but it is not crackling, distracting or forced in any way. There is no pressure to complete the meal, no feverish detour to a sweaty bathroom stall for a quickie.

When we get back to the hotel, there is no discussion of sleeping arrangements. In the elevator she asks me what floor my room is on, presses the button, and then turns to kiss me. Not frantically, but firmly. The elevator doors open and I guide us to my room, opening the door and allowing her to precede me into the room. I'm not messy by nature, so there's no need to clean anything up or kick anything under the bed. The door clicks shut behind me and she turns to look at me.

I gaze back at her as I click on the bedside lamps with the switch on the wall. I can't help but smile.

"If you could have anything in the world right now," she says, "what would it be?"

"You," I say simply, and step towards her.

"Mmm," she says with a smile, putting her arms out to receive me.

We slip into each others arms and the heat is on us immediately. Our lips touch and her tongue swirls against mine, her hips are pressing against mine, she is grinding my growing erection against her pubic bone. I slide my hands up her back and bury them both in her soft, long tresses. It is warm and the skin of her neck is hot as I press my lips into hers and our dance begins to take shape. Every part of my body is responding to hers as we kiss, and I feel as though my nerve endings are tapped directly into the wiring of the building.

A minute later she kisses across my jawline and back to my earlobe, which drives me wild and hones my arousal into something sharper. She slides a hand into my pants and grabs my cock, gripping it tightly, making it hard as iron. Now she whispers, "Do me however you want to, Tiger. But do it now!"

I growl and pick her up, kissing her neck and pressing my cock into her hand and pinning her arm against her body. She squeals with delight and I set her down, then turn her around. I push her gently forward, bending her at the waist over the mattress. I drop my shorts and my cock springs free, and she pulls her sundress up and I get a lovely view of her naked ass--no panties. I see she is quite wet and she starts playing with her pussy lips, spreading them apart and diddling her clit. I step forward, pressing my cockhead against the entrance to her vagina, rubbing it back and forth to lubricate it. She moans.

"Oh, yes, Jackson!" she says, dropping to her elbows. "Get in me!"

I press forward and slide into her pussy for the third time today, this, the day we met, and perhaps it is overstating it to say that I feel at home already. I slide in to her slippery warmth, withdraw, and then press in again. She moans at once and continues playing with her clit, and my third thrust nearly gets me all the way in. After a few more, I bottom out at last, buried to the hilt inside her. I look down at her amazingly round and perfect ass cheeks and the way my cock disappears inside of them. I grasp her by the hips and rotate my pelvis around in a small circle, feeling her from the inside. She breathes in sharply as it hits a good spot, and then I pull back halfway out slowly and slam it home again.

"You're teasing me," she says.

Pull out, slam in. She gasps. Another time. Another. Suddenly her thighs tighten and her pussy clamps on my cock, and I hear her breath stop as her fingers intensify their movements between her legs. I can feel her fingertips brushing the underside of my cock at the base, and I push it in just a little farther, going up on tiptoes and leaning my weight forward. She shakes and suddenly relaxes with a huge breath out, too quick to even be a moan, and I know she's hit her first orgasm. I take advantage of the pause and withdraw briefly, then slam my hips home again. My balls swing forward and slap her pussy lips, and she tightens again. I push forward once more, burying myself in her body. She collapses forward onto the bed and again I feel a relaxation and another deep breath. This time a single, choked, "OH!" of undeniable pleasure escapes with it. I repeat my earlier movement as she rides the wave of her second orgasm, and pump her again once, hard and full, and she cums again. This cycle repeats three more times before she lays flat on the bed, spent, and brings her hands up simply to grab the sheets.

That's when I really begin to fuck her, as she requested. Knowing that she came, knowing that I had already cum three times, I know that I'm going to have to really give it to her to get myself there. It doesn't take long. I fuck her right there, hands grabbing her hips, pulling her towards me with every thrust so she can meet my hard cock where it counts. Her ass jiggles with every impact, my balls slap her pussy from behind, and I push her dress up farther to plant a hand on her smooth, soft lower back to get some more leverage. She is moaning incoherently, rising in pitch with every impact, and as I see her fists twisted in the sheets, in the back of my mind I realize she must be getting sore. I feel close so I accelerate my pace to that frenzied fever pitch of the last few thrusts before orgasm and unleash a wave of my seed deep inside her. I groan my own pleasure, feeling my cock go rigid and my balls clench rhythmically, again and again. My back is arched and I am on tiptoe, fully embedded in her pussy. The pulses of my orgasm weaken and subside, and I give her a few more gentle thrusts as the last of my cum is spent, then pull out and collapse on the bed next to her, breathing hard.

"Damn," she says, smiling as I look over at her. "You fucked me good."

"Gotta give the lady what she wants," I say.

"I've never cum from just having a cock inside me," she says, sliding up onto the bed. "Not even close."

I almost equivocate, but stop myself. She is propped on one elbow, her sundress mostly back in place. I grin at the ceiling. I can't help myself.

"I also don't think I've ever had a guy go four times after lunch," she says. "No one has ever kept up with me before."

I turn my head to the side to look at her and gesture at her body. "I find that difficult to believe."

She shakes her head with a small smile. "It's not just about my body. I know I have a nice body."

"A perfect body," I say.

She smiles at the compliment but pushes on. "It takes more than that, though. I can't tell you how many times a confident guy has failed to perform when the moment arrives."

I roll up on to one elbow to face her. "Bullshit."

Her hand reaches down to wrap around my half-hard cock. "You've got a super power here. Do you realize that?"

"It's never really been a boon to me," I say. "I've had women scared off by how much sex my body wants."

She nods, absentmindedly caressing my cock. "I've had the same problem."

"Is this total sexual compatibility?" I muse.

She smiles. "So far, so good."

"Well, we are eight hours into this relationship already," I say. "Well on our way to happily ever after."

"So far, so good," she says again, and looks at me steadily.

I look back at her face, entranced by her eyes, her lips, the healthy flush in her cheeks. For a moment I wonder at what the right thing to say might be, the perfect sentence to cement what we have discovered and leave the door open for what's next. Just in time before I can speak and misstep, I realize that silence is the answer after all.

I lean in an kiss her softly. Her hand is still around my cock, which is, of course, stiffening. She rises to my kiss, then breaks it and looks into my eyes. I see what she wants written there. Make love to me, those blue irises say. Treat me well, gentle and kind. I roll over and climb on top of her, as she licks her palm and wets my cock again.

We make love, slowly and tenderly. Gone is the urgency, but we are both hyper-present, perhaps more present than either of us has ever been. The lights are low and I am on top of her, her legs spread and mine together, thrusting my hips time and time again. I look down into her beautiful blue eyes, like two marbles filled with seawater, and stroke long and slow. I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her chin, her eyelids, her jawline and forehead, everything I can reach. She holds me tight to her chest with her arms, and I bury my face in her hair atop the pillow and let my body talk for me. I feel a warmth welling up from deep inside of me, a connection and an attachment that I've never known. I am utterly safe, and she is holding nothing back. We may not know the details of each other's lives yet, childhood crushes, favorite foods, where our parents grew up--but we have uncovered something raw and elemental, pre-existing.

"I feel like I've known you all my life," I whisper into her ear.

"Me too, you," she whispers back.

I feel a surge of emotion in my heart, and an upwelling of some new hormone or chemical in my gut. It's almost like an emotional climax, separate from the physical one I feel building like a wave. I look into her eyes and find her looking at me, brow furrowed, biting her lip, riding the same wave that I am. She puts her fingers into my hair, scratching my scalp lightly with her nails as I thrust my cock deep inside her. My pace accelerates as she begins breathlessly encouraging me by whispering into my ear.

"Yes, yes, yes," she says. "Cum with me, Jackson, cum with me, yes, yes--"

I feel her body lock up beneath me and give her three more rapid pumps, then I am shooting my load into her again as she bucks her hips into mine and moans sweetly. Her eyes are closed, her head back, exposing an exquisite neckline, and I fill her with what cum I have left to spend before collapsing onto her. Her passion continues longer than mine--I am jealous--but she too relaxes, stroking my hair and cooing into my ear. I become conscious that I am laying atop her and start to roll off but she stops me.

"Don't you dare," she says. "Stay in me as long as you can. You're mine."

My heart leaps at this, and I relax in place. Our breathing calms and for the second time in one day, we drift off in each other's arms.