Sanctified 2.1

She pulls the blanket back over her head and slides down to my waist, kissing my chest, stomach and ribs as she pushes me onto my back.

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Chapter II: At The Swiss Chalet

Section I: In Which Love Runs Deep

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Charlotte is laying against me in what she calls her most favorite way. She is completely under the covers on her left side, naked as the day she was born, head on my shoulder tucked under my chin, one arm around my torso, her left leg pressed against my right, and her right thigh laced in between my legs so that my cock is up and resting on the top of her thigh. Once she is situated there she is as happy as a fox in her den and will only move for sex or food, and food only when I can hear her stomach growling. I can feel her breasts pressed into my ribs and her soft breath on my chest. I have grown less comfortable over the past hour but it would take a pack of wolves to move me from this place.

We have been here two days, and there are three more on our reservation. Already the time has passed too quickly, already I resent the world we must go back to. Our lives have not allowed us time together as we have wished, with her in LA and myself in New England, and both with careers and publicity tours and work to do. I have written a treatment for a screenplay based on one of my books that was optioned earlier this year, and if that is bought, I will likely need to spend a few months in LA during pre-production and principal photography, to be available for rewrites. I hope to hear from my agent any day now to confirm, and hope to share the good news with Charlotte before we leave this weekend. It has been heaven to spend time with her, and I know that I am completely head over heels in love with this woman.

She stirs beneath my chin, raising an arm to pull the blanket down and squint up at me.

"Time is it?" she asks sweetly.

"I'm glad you're alive," I say. "I don't know how you can breathe under there."

"Do I have to come out?" she asks.

"No," I say. "Do you need anything?"

"Drink," she says.

I start to move and she stops me.

"I'll get you something," I say.

"No," she says, wrapping lithe fingers around my semi-rigid cock. "Drink."

"Ah," I say, settling back down. "Well, if that's all..."

She pulls the blanket back over her head and slides down to my waist, kissing my chest, stomach and ribs as she pushes me onto my back. I have lost track of how many times we've cum together since we arrived late on Sunday night, but that's no different than any of the other times we've been together. She insists that this is her normal pace, and I believe her; I cannot fathom my good fortune at finding a woman this beautiful to match my sexual appetites, but here she is again, taking my dick into her mouth.

It goes from semi-rigid to fully erect in seconds, as it always does under her ministrations. Her long tongue caresses my balls and then slides up my shaft before she slurps the tip into her mouth loudly. It seems she has decided not to use her hands at all this time, and it is making her quite aggressive. The covers are rising and falling as she bobs her head up and down on my shaft, and her tongue is everywhere. I am torn between relaxation and twitching with pleasure.

"Damn, Charlie," I moan. "What are you doing to me?"

"I would have thought," she says between smacks and slurps, "that was obvious."

"Fuck," I grunt.

"No, suck," she says. "Pay attention, mister."

Still without a touch from a finger or palm, she licks me from bottom to top and top to bottom. I can feel her saliva dripping down, it's almost like she's trying to get me as wet as possible to--

"Hey," she says. I pick up the covers to look down at her. "Watch this."

She takes the head of my cock in her mouth and starts sliding down. Down. Down. Halfway. Two-thirds. I feel my cockhead slide past the back of her mouth and into her throat. She swallows. Swallows. It slips in. She pauses for a moment, then keeps going. She's got three quarters of my cock in her mouth, and she breathes deeply through her nose. Then opens her mouth wide and pushes further. She's got at least eighty percent of my cock when she grabs my hand and plants it on the back of her head with one hand and gestures for me to push. Gently at first, and then harder as she motions me onward, I press her head down until her lips are at the base of my cock. Her throat is working around my cockhead and I grunt and buck my hips. She finally gags and starts to pull back, sliding off and up. She throws back the blankets and pumps both fists in the air, sending her boobs bouncing wildly.

"Fuck yeah!" she says, some drool dripping off her lips. She giggles and wipes it away. "I got it all!"

I laugh and clap. "Brava, mon cheri!"

She rolls her eyes back and gives a huge grin while lacing her fingers under her chin.

"Was it good?" she asks.

"It was amazing," I say.

"Good. Because I'm just getting started. Thanks for the help," she adds. "I'll need it again."

I nod and roll my hand out in a "be my guest" gesture. She grins and settles back in, pulling the covers up to her neck so I can watch.

Again she slurps the tip into her mouth and slowly, steadily slides down. Again I watch as my cock disappears between those perfect lips, feeling the head press against the roof of her mouth all the way to the back where it slips into her throat. Again she swallows twice and gets it in and it goes to a new, soft place where the pressure undulates around it in new and exciting ways. She takes my hand gently and puts it back on her head, where I work my fingers into her hair and massage her scalp briefly before applying pressure of my own. Down I press and down her lips go until, stretching back and forth to accommodate my increased girth at the base, they meet the skin of my pelvis. She stays there longer this time, moaning a deep, satisfied hum before her gag reflex kicks in, then slides up but doesn't pull all the way off, keeping my cockhead in her mouth as she breathes. Then she goes again, slightly faster, and I press a little harder on the back of her head, helping her to her goal and to my pleasure. The feeling of slipping into her throat is like nothing I've experienced. It's partly the novelty, partly her satisfaction, and partly the fact that Charlotte, the supermodel I jerked off to all those times, is deepthroating me. All of those things play a role, but also, it just feels fucking great.

After a fourth and a fifth trip into her throat, I can feel my orgasm building. My balls start to tingle and I can feel the wave swelling deep in the bundle of nerves in my gut, rising higher and higher. I open my mouth to warn her and remember her preference--restated in this very chalet--that I never warn her, that I lose myself in the moment. So in the precious seconds of clarity I have before I lose my mind I grab her head and hold her in place as my hips buck and I start to cum right where I've always dreamed of cumming--straight down a woman's throat. All of the muscles in my abdomen and pelvis seem to clench with the force of my orgasm and I feel the semen jet from my dick. Charlotte convulses and swallows around my cock, massaging it and drawing out my seed as it washes down her throat. I thrust my hips forward involuntarily, my cock seeming to want to be deeper into this new hot, wet place that feels so rich with sensation.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel a sense of power, of dominance perhaps, to be holding her head in place, forcing her to take my hot cum this way, even though she's told me countless times that she wants it this way most of all--"straight from the source, untainted by the air," she says. She makes no attempt to pull off, and as I pump her face full of cum I cannot tell if she is gagging or just struggling to swallow it all or both. I let go of her head just to be safe, more out of concern than subsidence of the intense pleasure she is giving me, and she remains in place for another heartbeat before pulling all the way off and grabbing my cock to stroke out the last of my orgasm. A long runner of saliva and cum slips between her lips as she withdraws and gasps a large breath, and a jet of cum follows her up, splashing onto her cheek. She latches her mouth quickly around the tip of my dick to catch the next one, breathing deep through her nose and swallowing again. Her eyes are watering but she is smiling up at me and I grin back, arching my neck back into the pillow as my hips buck up into her face one last time. My cock is twitching as she grips the base and sucks softly on the tip. I feel her tongue searching for every last drop of cum and I hear her lips smacking as she sucks them out and off.

She giggles softly. "I thought you were going to pass out, the way you stopped breathing."

"I did?" I ask. "I was worried about drowning you!"

She nods. "A valid concern! I can't believe how much cum there was! I've never made you cum like that before."

"I don't know about that. I've never cum for anyone like I have for you though, that's for sure."

She lays her cheek down on my thigh, breathing more slowly now, still holding on to my cock lightly as it twitches with the aftershocks. "I guess it's safe to say the commodore here likes being deepthroated."

"'Commodore'?" I ask with a laugh.

"He's in charge around here," she says, sketching a small salute with her other hand.

"I'd call him the colonel but he's more of a major... you know, a majorly big dick. But then you're more of a nautical man, so..."

"The bottom line is that you can call my cock whatever you want to when you make it feel the way you do."

She smiles at me and breathes a sigh of contentment.

"I'm making you breakfast whether you want it or not," I say, sitting up.

"Is it morning?" she asks, looking out at the massive two-story floor to ceiling windows that front the bedroom at the snow swirling outside.

"No," I say, "but time is what you make it when you're with the person you love."

Her eyes snap to mine. "I love you, Charlotte. I think I loved you the first day we met."

"I love you," she says, her eyes getting misty. "I know I've loved you since that first day. You were always mine, even before I knew you."

She crawls up to me and I take her in my arms. She nuzzles her head into my neck and I hold her to me, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin on mine. She takes one of her hands in mine, laces her fingers through it, and kisses the back of my hand.

"My man," she says softly. "My love."

I hold her tight as we both look out into the swirling dark.

We make love; do I need to say it? It is slow, and sweet, and sensual. We look into each others' eyes as we make it, striving together towards a conclusion that is as inevitable as it is perfect. In it I feel myself becoming clearer, cleaner. Sanctified.