Sanctified 3.3

Charlotte's kisses are slow, exploratory, gentle. I let her kiss me at her speed, and she kisses my upper lip, then my lower lip in turn. There is tenderness in place of hunger, and patience in place of urgency. I feel parts of my mind waking and coming alive, like lights in rooms left long in the dark.

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Chapter III: In the City of Angels

Section III: In Which Breakfast is Neglected

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I wake up with the predawn light glowing through the curtains of Charlotte's bedroom and a massive hunk of morning wood. I am lying flat on my back and I hear the water running in the bathroom sink, and when it stops Charlotte walks into the room in her workout clothes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she says quietly. "Did I wake you?"

"No, I don't think so," I say. "You off?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna hit the gym and--oh!" she points at the tent my penis is making in the bedclothes. "Nevermind. I see have some work to do here first."

She sets her phone and wallet back on the nightstand and climbs into bed. "Have you ever face-fucked someone before?" she asks conversationally, laying down on her side of the bed and moving her pillow away.

"I don't... look, we've already done way more together than I've ever done before. It's safe to say at this point that our experiences encompasses and exceeds my experience."

Charlotte smiles and pats her chest. "Sit here."

I get to my knees and move over. "Just straddle your chest?"

"Yes," she says, looking up at me in the dim light, completely relaxed.

"Okay," I say, and put my knees on either side of her chest, my erection bouncing right in front of her face.

"Oh, let me get my arm down." She snakes an arm down in between my leg and her ribs on one side but leaves the other above. "I'm going to touch myself while I suck you off."

"Now what?" I ask, eyes wide, looking down at her.

"Now, you stick your cock in my mouth," she says matter-of-factly, gripping the shaft with one hand.

I brace my hands on the headboard. "I can do that."

Charlotte takes my dick and pulls it down to her lips, then lifts her head slightly and envelopes the head. She tenderly licks the underside and rolls her tongue around the tip, and I groan. Her stunning blue eyes are looking up at me while she makes out with my cockhead, and I am mesmerized. She holds the base gently, not stroking or squeezing.

"I love it when you sit on my tits like that. Let me lick your balls," she says, and I move up slightly so she can reach. She moans as her tongue hits them for the first time and I know she's touching herself. I love watching her face as she pleasures herself, savoring each expression that rolls across her face and each sound she makes as her tongue does wonders to my balls from beneath. Surprisingly, she grips the top half of my cock gently but continues not to squeeze or stroke, only moving her fingers slightly and occasionally as she licks and then sucks one of my balls and then the other.

I spread my arms further and lean forward on the headboard. The pleasure is intense.

"Let's make it last," she breathes, and pulls my cock back down to her mouth, slipping the head in once again to lick and suckle. I put my hand on the side of her head, brushing a thumb across her cheek and looking into her eyes. I have never experienced this level of arousal and stimulation without an accompanying acceleration leading towards orgasm. It's one of the slowest, calmest, and most erotic experiences I've ever had. To my surprise, it will be no trouble to make it last, though, because I'm nowhere near close to actually cumming.

Charlotte on the other hand seems to be getting quite close. Her eyes are shut and her brows crease and then smooth out as she walks the path that I can only guess at. She opens her mouth and rubs my cock on her tongue, kissing it and smearing it on her lips. Silvery pre-cum trails between her lips and tongue and my cock as she teases the tip.

"Give me your balls again," she says. "I could cum at any moment but I'm just riding it."

The idea that my balls in her mouth act as an intensifier for her experience arouses me immeasurably. I moan as she kisses them and ever so gently sucks them into her mouth, tickling them with the tip of her tongue, making love to them as I did to her tits last night.

"Oh, I love your balls," she says.

"They're all for you, baby," I gasp.

I can hardly contain myself, and my legs begin to twitch. I put my hand in her hair, brushing it backward with my fingertips, pulling lightly with my fingers occasionally. She moans louder, stopping occasionally to gasp but otherwise maintaining her tongue-work on my nuts. When she licks her way up my shaft again she sucks the head in and then grips the base more tightly.

"I want you to let go now," she whispers, kissing my cock and sliding it back and forth over her pouted lips.

"You want my cum?" I ask, and she nods, looking straight into my eyes.

"Let go and do what you feel," she says.

"You're gonna get a big load, baby, is that what you want?"

Charlotte nods, opening her mouth wide for me to slide my cock in. I push my hips forward, experimentally pushing it in further and watching it move up her tongue. She nods up at me and I push in again, further this time, and she moans and furrows her eyebrows again. I roll my hips forward and put my hand under her neck at the base of her head, bringing it up slightly to meet my downstroke. She moans louder, sealing her lips around my cock when I do it a second time. I hold her head and start thrusting downward, still gently using my hips to put my cock in her mouth while she grips the shaft with tight pressure. Now I'm moving down my own path to orgasm, and the delicious surge of that wave carries me forward. I put my hand in her hair and start pushing my cock further in and she loves it.

She breaks contact and says, "I love it when you roll your hips like that. Give me your cum, baby."

It's gonna be a lot," I say. "Get ready to swallow."

My balls feel heavy and firm with it, and I start to thrust into Charlotte's mouth more insistently, rolling my hips as she likes, slipping my cock through her lips and across her tongue. She's sucking hard, and she slurps and smacks when I pull it out farther on some strokes than others. I am moaning uncontrollably, watching her face as her eyes close with pleasure and then open, burning into mine with blue fire. My breathing picks up and she starts breathing hard through her nose in short, quick gasps as she often does before she cums while sucking my dick. I thrust faster, shoving my cock into her mouth through her closed fist.

When I pass the point of no return I find myself grabbing her head at the base of her neck again and pulling up hard, burying my cock in her mouth as my orgasm hits. I shout aloud as the pleasure thunders through my brain and what feels like white hot cum absolutely gushes out of my dick. I see her eyes go wide as she takes it all and I hold her head in place, disbelieving how much cum is leaving my body. It just keeps going, peaking at such an intensity that I can't breathe out fully, and a corner of my mind notices that my feet, back against her hips, are fluttering like mad. Her eyes roll back and close as she moans out of her nose and I feel her cum too as she swallows the first part of my load. She is writhing beneath me as I pump what has to be the most cum I've ever shot into her warm, welcoming mouth. The last three shots feel extremely hot, as if my balls have dumped their reserves as well as the primary pearly white batch onto her tongue.

Charlotte swallows again twice more as she pants for breath and I start to worry about drowning her when she pulls my cock out of her mouth, not a drop of cum left on it, and says breathlessly, "Can I please lick your balls?"

Barely coherent, I move forward slightly so she can reach and she goes absolutely wild licking my nutsack. Everything she did to it up till now has been foreplay by comparison. She licks with the tip of her tongue, flickering it back and forth across my testes and moaning like mad as another orgasm takes her. I lower my head to the headboard and am distantly aware that not only are my feet still twitching like Thumper, I am moaning uncontrollably. Not only am I unable to stop it, I'm barely aware that it's happening--it sounds like it's coming through someone else's ears. Charlotte has transported me to a new realm of pleasure and my cock stays rock hard in her hand.

Thirty seconds, a minute goes by and I am nearly cross-eyed with this onslaught. She is licking, sucking, moaning and cumming, and she starts stroking my cock again. I can barely disentangle the sensory inputs enough to comprehend what's happening, and suddenly I'm cumming again, much less powerfully. It leaks out of my cocks and dribbles down into her hair on the side of her head as she strokes and shakes her head back and forth to tantalize my balls with her warm tongue. My thighs are like stone with aching muscles from maintaining this posture and bearing the insane intensity of the experience, but I wouldn't move for anything while my lady is cumming.

Finally I and she are spent and she utters a breathless, "Okay," and I collapse to the side, rolling onto my back. She reaches over to take my hand with sticky fingers and we both lay there catching our breath for some time, huffing and puffing like we just ran ten flights of stairs.

"Who needs," I say between breaths, "cardio?"

"Shhh," she says.

I drift off listening to her breathe and wake up sometime after dawn. Charlotte is gone, and I get up to shower off. By the time I'm halfway through making breakfast, Charlotte comes home, freshly showered from her workout. She bursts in the door and jumps into my arms, kissing me hard and then squeezing me tight.

"Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou Iloveyou!" she says, kissing me again.

I laugh with delight as always at this unabashed display of affection and return her hugs and kisses at the same rate as best I can.

"This smells awesome!" she says. "How can I help?"

"Have a seat, my queen," I say, gesturing expansively to the small dining table in the nook by the kitchen. "I shall serve thee."

"Oh!" she says. "I should let you fuck my face more often if this is the treatment I get!"

"I'll give you the treatment either way, but I definitely will not say no to that. You took me places I've never been before, again. Maybe I should say 'as usual' at this point."

Charlotte claps her hands happily, rocking back in her chair.

"Seriously. That was fucking unreal." I turn back to the stove to check the food. "I have never experienced anything like it. I think I had an out of body experience for a minute there."

"Not gonna lie," she says, "I've never felt as uniformly good with anyone as I do with you. In and out of the bedroom. You make me feel so safe and happy."

I turn back to her. "This thing we've got here makes everything in my life better. You're like a little burning light of joy that is casting light everywhere."

"It's like... every day I have all of the love for you that I can hold, but then the next day I still love you more. You're growing my capacity for love," she says. "How amazing is that? It's like, no wonder the sex is better too--everything is better!"

I turn off the burners on the stove and set the pans aside, then turn and walk to her.

"Kiss me, darling," I say, and hold out a hand. She takes it and rises, kissing me on the lips. With a few words she starts some music playing from her speakers, a song I don't recognize.

We start to dance quietly in the golden, early morning light.

We sway in each other's arms and turn slowly. She looks up at me and puts her hands on my cheeks, splitting her fingers with her thumbs in the hollows of my temples, her index finger over my ears and her others below.

Charlotte's kisses are slow, exploratory, gentle. I let her kiss me at her speed, and she kisses my upper lip, then my lower lip in turn. There is tenderness in place of hunger, and patience in place of urgency. I feel parts of my mind waking and coming alive, like lights in rooms left long in the dark.

She looks at me again, and I feel myself being seen. The part of my mind that shouts at me to hide is quietly silenced, as though by a remote control with a mute button.

"How can I keep you?" I ask quietly.

"Be you," she says. "Always be you."

The music, slow guitar that almost sounds harp-like, ends, and we stand in each others arms a little longer.

My cheek is laid on the top of her head. "I've always thought that life was either about accomplishments and milestones or about the journey, and that you had to pick to focus on one or the other to be happy."

Charlotte nuzzles into my neck and breathes a contented sigh.

"Maybe enjoying life is about finding moments," I say. "Finding a moment to live in for awhile and staying there as long as you can. Then it passes and you can keep it in your mind, loving it without mourning it. They are flames that burn and leave something behind to treasure."

"I love hearing about the seeds of ideas that will grow into books. Your mind is a wonder," she says.

"I want to take you to bed and make love to you slowly," I say.

"I want that too," she says. "Your breakfast will get cold."

I pick her up and she utters an adorable little yelp. "That's okay," I say as I carry her around the corner into the bedroom. "That's what microwaves are for. You have a microwave, don't you?"

"I don't," she giggles.

"Oh," I say. "Well that's what pots and pans are for then. And," I say as I kiss her and lower her down onto the bed, "also, that's what re-cooking everything is for when something more important comes up."

She reaches out and places a palm on my cock through my pants as I climb on top of her. "I like the things that come up around here," she says.

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