Sanctified 3.1

Charlotte pulls her head back to look at me, beaming, her eyes sparkling with excitement and kindling a thrill deep in my gut...

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Chapter III: In the City of Angels

Section I: In which Charlotte gets a visit

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I am in LA for a week on business, meetings to nail down details for the screenplay treatment I've been working on for the past few weeks. When I told Charlotte I was coming to town, she told me I needed to stay with her at her loft, and I readily agreed. Since Switzerland we've been talking almost every day and texting constantly, riding the wave of infatuation that has yet to crest and break against the rocks of humdrum reality. A week living with her sounds amazing, even if I know it won't be the constant parade of sexuality that was the vacation week at the chalet.

I am pulling up in front of her condo after my flight and my first meetings of the week. I park next to her car in the narrow driveway and knock on the door.

I hear running feet and Charlotte opens it and jumps into my arms. I laugh and take a step back to steady myself, holding her tight as she squeezes me until it's almost impossible to draw breath.

"Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou!" she says, merging the words into one syllable with an infectious effervescence I find intoxicating.

"I love you!" I say, stepping across the threshold into her home and kicking the door shut.

Charlotte pulls her head back to look at me, beaming, her eyes sparkling with excitement and kindling a thrill deep in my gut.

"You're here," she says, and kisses me hard, then soft, and then all over my lips and cheeks and my brow.

I laugh again, charmed beyond all boundaries by this honest display of affection. Since we've spent so much time apart, this still feels new, like the first two weeks of dating, and I feel a better high than any substance can give or money can buy.

She drops her legs to the floor and takes my hands, stepping back to look at me, and giving me a chance to look at her. The weather is warm and she's dressed in short shorts, a sky blue tank top and a white button up shirt. I'm wearing khakis with a button up shirt and tie from my meetings, and she takes issue immediately.

"You're wearing far too much clothing," she says. "Can you get that tie off?"

"Sure," I say with a grin. "What are you going to--"

Before I can finish she's dropped to her knees and started unbuckling my pants, pulling the zipper down and getting my pants and underwear down in record time.

"Whoa!" I say as she grabs my half-hard cock and puts it in her mouth.

"Mmf," she moans, like a woman sinking into a hot bubble bath after a long day. "I've been missing this!"

"Ohh, baby," I say. I finish pulling my tie off and toss it over the back of a nearby chair.

Charlotte fondles my balls in one hand while she gently squeezes and strokes my cock to full hardness with the other, sucking softly, making little moaning noises as she does so. I rest a hand gently on her blonde head as she looks up at me with those incredible blue eyes of hers, slowly starting to slide her head back and forth. I watch my cock going in and out of her mouth, red lips moving, and eyes boring into mine. I've only been hard for a minute, only been inside for two, and already I realize I haven't got long before I blow.

"Holy shit," I gasp, "wait, I want to be in you!"

"You are in me," she says. "Give me your cum."

It's not exactly a command, but it brooks no argument. All thoughts of performance, stamina or longevity go out the window as she gives me a full court press. A rising wave of warmth tells me it's over and I barely remember not to warn her before the cum rushes down my dick and into her mouth. She moans very loudly as it hits her tongue, dropping a hand between her legs and touching herself as I cum, causing her noises to get even louder as she climaxes herself. I grab the back of her head, cupping the nape of her neck not to push her head but to steady myself as my cock shoots cum into her mouth. She moves her head in a little circle, moaning and swallowing and sucking all of my jizz straight from the source as it comes. My legs are shaking badly and I have just enough time to pivot and fall backwards into the same chair by the door I had tossed my tie on only moments ago, pulling my cock from her mouth unintentionally with an audible pop.

"Ohhh," I breathe. "Oh..."

Charlotte scoots with me and pounces back onto my cock, gently kissing the side of my shaft and caressing it lightly with her fingers. "I missed you," she says to it. "I'm glad you're here, too."

"I think he knows," I say, rubbing a hand over my face. "Holy shit."

"Good," she says, rubbing my cock against her cheek.

"I want to make love to you," I say. "You should have let me start with that."

"So we can meet some societal expectation of reciprocation or avoid the appearance of selfishness?" she asks, still nuzzling my cock against her face.

"So I can be a good lover!" I protest.

"There's something very important you need to know about me," she says. "If you weren't so sweet and respectful, you might have suspected it or acted on it already."

"Okay," I say.

"I'm not a submissive," she says, putting her elbows on my knees and sitting back a bit. "And I'm not really a dominant either, though I can be one or the other and find something to like about it. But I do have a kink."

"Kinks can be fun," I say, wondering what's coming.

"Have you ever heard of free use?" she asks.

I shrug one shoulder. "I dunno."

"Free use means we both agree now to satisfy each other's every sexual need whenever they arise. We can set boundaries, say some things are off limits, and of course we read each other's emotional weather to be respectful in the moment, but generally speaking... it means anything goes, all of the time."

I raise my eyebrows. "Have you been reading my diary, Charlotte?" I ask.

She laughs. "I love you because you probably do have a diary," she says. "But I want you to understand that, independent of you, this is my thing. When I date someone, they think I'm putting on a show of really liking sex in order to get what I actually want or something. But what I really want is sex. And even more so, for you to have your needs met all of the time. And I happen to know," she says, moving slowly back towards my cock while making eye contact, "just how prevalent your sexual needs are."

I absorb this information and find myself with nothing to say.

"So," she says, kissing the tip of my dick, which twitches in response, "this could actually be the most perfect thing to have ever happened, if you think about it."

"I am thinking about it," I say as she sticks her tongue out to lick the underside of my cock.

"Because I want it regular. Really regular. Like two or three times a day, at least. And I happen to know that you can give it five or six times a day, which is fucking incredible." She takes my cockhead into her mouth and sucks for a moment. "Mathematically, that sounds like there might be days where you want it even more than I want it, which could cause friction in a relationship." She takes my cock further into her mouth and bobs her head back and forth, getting me fully hard again. "Which is why I'm telling you this right now, in the doorway to my home. So that from now on, you understand the stakes, and the benefits of what we could have."

Charlotte gets to her feet, turns around, and wiggles her hips as she bends at the waist to pull her shorts down. She backs up and lowers herself down onto my slippery, erect penis, and guides it directly into her soaking wet pussy.

We both breathe a sigh of pleasure as my cock penetrates her fully and she continues.

"What I want you to do is consider me your free use girlfriend from this moment on. Any time you're horny, any time you're feeling lustful, any time you have a boner at all, I want you to get your satisfaction with me." She starts to bounce slowly on my cock, working her hips up and down. "Don't get me wrong, if you want to jerk off sometimes, that's fine! But if you want my mouth, or my pussy, or my tits, or my ass, or any part of me, I want you to use them to get yours. And I want you to do it with the knowledge that not only will I be okay with it, I'll enjoy it as much as you do." She picks up the pace and starts really fucking herself with my cock. I put my hands on her hips to guide her backward motions, and she plants her hands on my legs to steady herself. "Nothing turns me on like turning you on. Nothing satisfies me like satisfying my man."

Charlotte slides off my cock and turns around, climbing onto my lap and slipping her legs through the sides of the chair under the arms. She mounts my cock again and moans at my entry. Having her this close to me after weeks apart is overwhelming in the best possible way.

"I need you understand this," she says, looking me in the eyes. "Because you're so sweet, and so respectful, that I'm worried you won't take me at face value. I'll help you through it, because I know you'll be hesitant." She's really working my cock with long, slow strokes as she slides forward and back in my lap. It feels amazing. "Believe me when I tell you that I want this more than you do."

"I cannot believe that," I say, shaking my head with a smile, "but I do trust you."

Charlotte puts a hand on my cheek. "And you always will be able to. Now fuck me, baby."

I do. I put my hands under her ass so her feet are up on the chair on either side of my hips and bounce her while I thrust upward. We both still have our shirts on and I am greatly aroused by the sight of her boobs bouncing around like mad, clearly bra-less inside of her tank top, the friction no doubt working on her sensitive nipples and increasing her own sensations. I long to rip the shirt off just the same, but since my hands are occupied it's just as well. I bounce her up and down until my arms get sore and I'm about ready to blow my load and then I push her legs down and pull her to my chest, holding her head against my shoulder and doing the last few strokes in a slow, rolling cadence that has me buried all the way inside of her.

"I'll do my best for you," I whisper to her. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"Then just be yourself and let go," she whispers back.

I give her two, three, four more pumps and then I am cumming deep inside her.

"Oh fuck," I grunt as I feel my balls draining for the second time in fifteen minutes.

"Jackson, oh Jackson!" Charlotte cries, and I feel her shaking and clamping down on me in my lap.

I hold her tightly with my arms around her back, holding her close, holding on for dear life to the woman I love during the storm of our orgasms, and she holds me back, gasping and whimpering in my ear as her pleasure washes over her.

We sit there for a while after as my cock softens. I play with her long, blonde hair that drapes down her back, and she strokes my head with her hands.

"I love you," I murmur.

"I love you," she replies, and really, what more is there?

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