Sanctified 1.3

"I wanted to wake you up in a way that let you know how I wanted the day to go." Her hair is a mess and she looks so sexy in the dim light that I can't believe this isn't a dream.

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Chapter I: In A Simple Hotel Room

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I: In which Charlie finds the wood

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I wake with orange dawn light filtering into the curtains, and a strange sensation that I can't place. I'm lying on my back and I stir and discover first pressure on my legs and then simultaneously realize my cock is hard as iron and being serviced by something wet and warm. I look down and see a mass of blankets gathered at the foot of the bed, gently bobbing up and down at my waist. I groan aloud and lift the blankets up to look. Charlotte, of course, looks up at me and pops my dick out of her mouth to smile at me.

"Good morning," she says, kissing my cock. "I wanted to wake you up in a way that let you know how I wanted the day to go." Her hair is a mess and she looks so sexy in the dim light that I can't believe this isn't a dream.

"Holy shit," I mumble groggily. "Isn't that how yesterday went?"

"He's learning!" she says, looking at my cock. "But you already get it, don't you?"

My cock most definitely gets it, and as she continues her ministrations, it flexes hard in against her tongue.

"I love how hard you are right now," she says, slurping up and down the shaft, then pausing to suck on my balls while stroking with her hand. "There's nothing like morning wood."

I drop the covers back into place and lose myself in the sensations, watching the covers move and feeling her hair tickling my thighs as her tongue laps at my sensitive balls. I feel her tongue slide up the side of my cock and swirl around the head before her lips seal around it again and she starts to plunge her mouth up and down.

"Fuck," I say. "You are so good at sucking dick."

"That's because I love sucking dick," she says from under the covers. "As long as its big and thick and attached to a man I'm impressed with, anyway."

She doubles her speed and I buck my hips up into her face, trying not to gag her but unable to help myself. She is alternating between flicking the head with her tongue in her mouth and sliding down as far as she can, and I'm going wild.

"Fuck, Charlie," I say, "I'm gonna cum soon if you keep doing that."

Suddenly she stops and flips the blankets up. She points a finger at me with a smile.

"Two things," she says. "First: you keep telling me when you're about to cum."

I shrug. "Trying to be respectful."

"That's fine for other girls. But I don't want you to have to tell me. I want to learn your cues and always be ready for your load even if you're beyond speech. So no more of that. Deal?"

"Absolutely," I say without hesitation.

"I don't want you holding back and I don't want you lost in your head thinking about timing and warnings," she says, pulling the blankets back over her head. "I want you to lose your fucking mind and blow your load without even being able to think about it."

"Yes ma'am."

"Okay," she says, and starts to lower the blankets again.

"What's the second thing?"

"Oh," she says. "If you call me Charlie like that, I'm probably going to wake you up this way every day. So keep that in mind."

I laugh, and she begins to smack and slurp on my dick again. The fact that I can't see what she's doing heightens my arousal and within seconds I'm close to cumming.

She is bobbing up and down and her tongue is everywhere. I can barely tell the difference between her hands and her lips with how fast she's bobbing and stroking in between. I feel my orgasm approaching and say nothing. I am closer... closer... and then I relax instead of tensing up, and there is a pleasant feeling of warmth rushing down my cock and into her waiting mouth. I hear her whimpering moans as her mouth fills with my spunk on every stroke, and the hot wetness of her tongue and lips on my ejaculating dick is incredible. I grunt and groan and buck my hips upward and she never breaks contact, taking it all and swallowing it down. She continues suckling on the tip, making me shiver and flinch, until she's satisfied that I've been sucked dry. Then she crawls up next to me.

"Spoon me," she says. I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, my semi-rigid cock pressing against the cleft of her ass once more.

"That was spectacular," I say, still a bit lightheaded. "Can I do you?"

She kisses my arm. "You can do me later. Believe it or not, you got me a little sore from yesterday, Tiger. I may be taking care of you with other parts of my body today."

This sends a tremor through my body and she giggles. "I really love this. I love how... virile you are."

"It's just how it's always been for me," I say. "I... well, I've never had anyone think it was a good thing before."

"A Viking without his shield-maiden," she says. "I'll be your shield-maiden if you let me polish your sword whenever I want."

I laugh. "Charlotte, are you a pervert?"

She giggles again. "It's possible."

"I know I am," I say. "I just never thought you'd be."

"'Never'?" she asks.

"Mm-mm," I say.

"My powers of deductive reasoning tell me that this means you've thought about me before. Sexually."

"Oh, yes," I laugh.

She rolls over to look at me, her eyes dancing with that mischievous light. "Have you ever..." she reaches down and grabs my prick. "Touched yourself while looking at me?"

"Oh, very yes," I say. "Plenty of times."

"Oh really?" she asks, caressing my cock again in a manner that is really quite sweet and affectionate. "How many is plenty?"

I feel a flush in my cheeks. "Kind of a lot."

"Was I... your favorite?" She fondles my balls as she says this.

I feel embarrassed but not ashamed. "Honestly... yeah."

"Really?" she asks. She gets serious. "Really?"

I blush more than ever but meet her gaze. "Others have come and gone, but I always have been drawn back to you. I don't really know why."

"I think we know now," she says softly.

"It's like some gravity of human orbits pulled us together," I say. "Out of the depths of endless space. We were two before we knew."

"Is that from something?"

I shake my head. "I don't know. It came to me somewhere between waking and sleeping. It's..." I shake my head again.

"Tell me," she says.

"You were made for me, and I for you, and we were two before we knew."

"That's beautiful," she says.

I smile self-consciously. "Thank you."

"Your books aren't like this," she says. "Like you. They're more guarded. You're different. Open. It's rare to find a man willing to be vulnerable."

"You see them after the editorial process," I say. "You're getting it straight from the source, now."

"Yes, I am," she says, squeezing my cock and licking her lips. "Just the way I like it."

"Fuck," I groan. "Are you sure you're real?"

"I'll forgive that question this one time," she says, lifting her nose. "Feel them and decide for yourself." She lifts the sheets and straddles my hips, placing her perfect breasts dangling just above me.

"Mercy," I say. "If I'm dreaming, strike me dead so I don't have to wake up."

I am helpless to resist grasping and kneading her tits in my palms. As perfect as they've looked in SI Swimsuit videos and modeling sizzle reels, there is no comparison. I play with her nipples and palm them in my large hands, squeezing and jiggling and grinning like a teenager.

"Oh, that feels so good," she says breathlessly.

"I could live right here," I say. "Right in this moment, with you, and never wish for anything more."

"Nothing more?" she asks. "I'd think that you could think of something more you might want. Something you thought of on those long nights jerking off to pictures of me."

"There are one or two things, yes," I say. I pull her closer and latch on to one of her nipples and start sucking on it, flicking my tongue back and forth. She squeals a giggle.

"Tell me," she says. "Tell me a fantasy."

"Well," I say, "I would assume there'd be no pleasure in it for you, but..." I gesture at her breasts. "I've imagined sliding my cock between your breasts a few times."

She laughs and sits back to press her boobs together with her upper arms. "Think it'll fit?"

"I think it was meant to fit there," I say.

"I mean, if you've imagined it already a few times, we have to try, don't we?" She slides off the side of the bed, grabbing a pillow and slipping it under her knees.

I scoot to the edge of the mattress. "It may have been more than a few times."

"In your fantasy," she says, "do I take your cock in my hand first and spit on it?" So saying, she does so.

"Absolutely," I say. "Sometimes you even gave it a few licks."

She licks up one side of my cock, then the other.

"Probably even a few good sucks," I add.

She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, grasping the base of my dick with one hand and pointing it in before lowering her head on it without breaking eye contact. "Wike thith?"

"Ungh," I say, somewhat unintelligibly.

She bobs her head up and down a few times, once going over halfway down before gagging and coming up. "I'm gonna learn to get this cock all the way in," she says.

"I would love that," I moan.

"Would you love to know what it feels like to..." she puts my cock in between her magnificent breasts and then pushes them together So just the tip is visible, and spits on it, "fuck my titties?"

"Yes," I say, "so fucking bad."

"Mmm," she says, arching her back and then bringing her breasts back down for the first stroke. "You know, I've never wanted this before, but your excitement is making it seem really fucking hot."

She bounces her tits up again and slides them down my pole once more. I realize that I am wide-eyed and practically panting. She smiles and squeezes them together even more tightly before picking up the pace. "Watching your face is turning me on almost as much as feeling your balls against my chest."

I grin helplessly and thrust involuntarily upwards.

"Ooh," she says. "I liked that. If you do that again I might be able to put this tongue to good use."

I thrust again and she looks down to lap at my cockhead when it emerges. I give another thrust and she gets her lips around it briefly and licks the underside. We are in a rhythm by the third and fourth times, and begin to be carried away with it. The pressure and heat of her breasts combined with the little licks she's giving the tip are driving me mad with desire. Before long I am bucking my hips to meet her vertical bouncing motions, truly fucking her tits.

"Oh my god," she says, "I had no idea this could be so good!"

She starts trying harder to catch my cock in her mouth on the upstroke. At one point she drops her tits and grasps my cock in both hands, stroking it wildly and sucking on the tip.

"Sorry," she says, "I just couldn't help myself!"

"You can suck my cock anytime you want, Charlie," I say.

At that she pushes her head down further, sliding her fingers out of the way and trying to get more into her throat than ever before. I grunt and put my hand on her head, trying not to push but wanting so badly to bury my dick in her throat. She goes until she gags, goes slightly further, then gags again and pulls off with a huge gasp of air.

"Fuck!" she says, hitting a fist on the bed. "I can't get it!"

"Don't worry about that," I say. "This is amazing."
 "Yes," she says, wrapping her enormous tits around my cock again and beginning to bounce them. "But it would also be amazing if I could take your whole cock in my throat and lick your balls at the same time, no?"

"Holy fuck," I say. "That would be unreal!"

She squeezes her tits together and starts to fuck my cock with them. She picks up speed and I am beside myself with anticipation.

"Your tits are fucking perfect," I groan.

"I can't wait for you to cover them in your hot cum," she says. "You're gonna make me a necklace, baby!"

"Oh fuck," I say, and right then my dick erupts.

It shoots straight up under her chin and she squeals, continuing to bounce her boobs as I cum again and again on her chest. Her collarbone, neck and breasts all get ropes of white, sticky jizz, and she moans appreciatively at each one, stroking my cock until I stop bucking my hips and collapse onto the bed.

"Oooh," she says, licking the tip of my cock. "Look at all this!" She traces her fingers through my semen and rubs it into her tits. "You've made quite a mess of me."

"Fuck," I breathe, turned on all over again watching her, but still breathing hard and coming down from my orgasm.

"A girl could get used to this treatment."

A wild giggle escapes my lips in spite of myself and she laughs.

"Well," she says, resting her hands on my knees. "Should we get some breakfast?"

"Yeah," I say, sitting up. "Let's shower off first."

"What for?" she asks innocently.

"Oh," I say. "Were you thinking room service?"

"No, I was thinking a bikini. Show off my new pearl necklace. Well," she amends, "not so much a necklace as a thorough hosing down, but..." She sees my expression and cracks up. "I'm kidding. Freak in the sheets. Lady in the streets." With this she grabs a nearby towel and gently wipes off her chest.

I grin and shake my head. "I wonder what I've gotten myself into with you."

"Oh, I think you're getting a pretty good idea," she says, setting aside the towel and shaking her chest and setting her boobs wobbling. "Might be tough to get out of, though. I'm a keeper."

I blink away from watching her boobs on their travels. "That much I'm clear on."

"Good," she says, smiling brightly and starting to stand. "Because I think you're a keeper too."

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Yeah," she says, checking her upward motion and sitting down on the bed next to me. She doesn't add anything, and waits for me to speak.

I know I'm supposed to have something to say, but I don't.

"Just tell the truth," she says lightly, encouragingly.

"I don't always feel like a keeper," I say finally.

I expect her to reassure me, but she remains silent.

"I... I guess I've been led to feel like my needs are too much. Like I need to look out for myself."

"What else?" she asks after awhile.

I stare at the wall fixedly. "I... I don't know."

Again I expect her to speak, to explain and talk me out of my notions. Instead, she slides back to a sitting position against the headboard and pulls me to her, a light hand on my neck guiding my head to rest pillowed on her breasts. She strokes my hair softly and holds one of my hands with her other. I can hear her heartbeat close to my ear, and it is slow and steady, unlike mine which is rabbiting along triple time.

She takes slow, deep breaths and continues saying nothing, accepting my admissions without argument. We stay like that for some time, and eventually my breathing slows to match hers and my heart beat steadies. I feel a deep sense of peace and safety, like I've never felt.

Some time later, I raise my head to look at her. She's looking back at me, not tenderly, like a mother, but with total presence and calm, like a lioness at rest. She looks at me as though I am her man and she is confident that she has given me all that I need, body and soul, and in her eyes I see neither a trace of self-doubt nor a shadow of judgment. She is waiting, but not expectant, observant but not watchful; she is here, now, and she knows that I am here and nowhere else. There is peace, yes, and there is dry, matter-of-fact affection. There are seeds of love, but such things grow only in time, and here on this hotel bed is not where such things flourish or even are planted. Here they may be found, and brought carefully to a brighter space, tended to with care and allowed to spread their leaves upward, onward, to high places nearer the sunlight of honesty and commitment. I imagine these things, perhaps, but in my minds eye I see them in her eyes, and almost as if she reads my thoughts, a hint of a smile touches the edges of her lips, a movement I hope to see often in the comings weeks and months, and yes, years, because absurd as it may be, I know that I am a long way towards falling in love with this magnificent woman, gardening metaphors be damned.