Sanctified 3.4

"Well, you should feel free to satisfy your appetites while I get things ready," she says. "As you can see I've laid out everything I need within arm's reach so I shouldn't need to move my feet from this spot."

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Chapter III: In the City of Angels

Section IV: In Which Lunch is Delayed and Dinner Gets Its Due

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After love and breakfast, I set up my laptop at the table to work on some writing and Charlotte goes to her office to do what she calls 'the rounds.' As a model, she has an agent, and as a supermodel, she has a publicist and a social media specialist who posts and maintains her pages. But a good amount of her success has been due to her own instincts, and as such, she is always on the lookout for opportunities and has plenty of work to do in the digital realm between shoots. We work through till lunchtime, when a very hungry and very naked Charlotte floats into the room and starts to make us sandwiches.

"Oh, hello," I say, as predictably hypnotized as ever by her body.

"Hello, hello, my love," she says. "I'm just preparing you some food like a good girlfriend should!"

"I like sandwiches," I say, standing. "I see some other things I like, too."

"Oh?" she asks airily. "Anything that stirs your appetites?"

"Yes," I say, stepping behind her and putting my hands on her waist.

"Well, you should feel free to satisfy your appetites while I get things ready," she says. "As you can see I've laid out everything I need within arm's reach so I shouldn't need to move my feet from this spot."

I kiss the nape of her neck and she shivers as she always does.

I drop my shorts and step up behind her, and she pushes her ass out obligingly. I slide my cock inside her slowly from behind and she spits in her hand and rubs it on the underside of my shaft from the front as I do so, easing the passage considerably. Once I've gone in and out a couple of times it starts to go smoother and I get a ball-slapping pace going quickly. I know I don't have long before she's done making the sandwiches, and we both really are quite hungry. She bows her head and moans as I fuck her from behind, but still keeps making the sandwiches, albeit more slowly.

"Do you want... tomatoes?" she asks with an effort.

"Yes please," I say. "Thin slices."

She is very careful with the knife as she cuts, and I slow my pace to rock her less. "You get what you get, Tiger," she says.

I smile, reaching around to paw at her breasts. They are heavy in my hands and I feel her nipples getting hard against my palms as I squeeze them from behind. I start pounding her harder as she puts the knife down and tries to start assembling the sandwiches and she moans.

"Oh, your balls," she gasps. "Your balls turn me on so much!"

They're swinging quite freely in the warm air and slapping against her pussy as my cock plunges in and out. The sandwiches are almost done when she pushes all the supplies to the back of the counter and leans forward, pressing her tits into the granite and laying her cheek on it as well. I take her hips in my hands and slam harder.

"You like that babe?" I ask.

"Yes," she says in a high-pitched whisper. "Faster!"

I speed up and she pushes her hips back into my thrusts, our skin making slapping noises with every stroke.

"I want you in my mouth," Charlotte says in that same high tone. "Let me taste your cum."

I pass the point of no return and pull out, and she spins around and kneels, reaching out for my cock with both hands and stroking it as she opens wide and I grab her head to guide her in. The first jet of cum shoots out into her open mouth and then she is on it, stuffing my cock in and bobbing her head while she strokes and I continue to ejaculate.

"Mmmf," she moans, swallowing my seed and milking me for all I'm worth as I hold her blonde head. She is lost in the moment and I'm only in it because I need to keep from falling over. My body is tingling, over the moon with the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh Charlotte," I moan as I work my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. "Oh baby, oh, Charlotte."

When I'm spent, she leans back against the counter and grins up at me.

"See?" she says. "This can just be life now."

I pull my shorts up and take a couple steps back, sitting down heavily in my chair by the table. "That would be amazing."

"I took my clothes off to illustrate the point," she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and standing on shaky legs to finish making lunch. "The lesson to learn here is that I'm always ready, always down to fuck. Or suck. Or whatever you want. It's not an interruption or an inconvenience."

"I'm going to have to adjust to that reality," I say. "I feel like I'll need to push the boundaries to find a way to feel comfortable asking so much of you."

"It's not asking," she says, setting my plate down in front of me and then sitting down next to me. "It's fulfilling my desires. Remember?"

"Okay," I say, taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Okay," she says, smiling at me.

"I'm trying! Listen, I have no problem getting on board with this physically."

"Then what do you have a problem with?" she asks, covering her mouth as she chews a bite of sandwich.

"I guess mentally? Emotionally?"

"Because of what other people might think?"

I think that over as I chew. "I don't know. I have a lot of voices in my head. That's why I write, I guess, or part of it. They talk all of the time. But also I don't ever want to feel like I'm going too far or making you uncomfortable."

"I'm a big girl," she says. "I have no intention of suffering in silence within my own home or within our relationship. If you cross a line, you better believe I'll speak up."

I look at her thoughtfully. "Okay," I say at last. "I will do the best I can to believe that, trust you, and act on it. I may even try to push some boundaries for the next couple days like I said."

Charlotte beams. "Yes! Please! I would love to see what boundaries you think you can push with me," she says, barely concealing her amusement.

"All right, all right," I say. "I'll see what I can do."

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In the afternoon we decide to go catch a movie before dinner.

We get into her Jeep and drive to the nearest theater for an early matinee. There isn't anything I particularly care to see, but it doesn't really matter. I love spending time with Charlotte, and even being witnessed with her in public still tickles me. She is the ultimate definition of a stacked, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, Amazonian goddess, a personification of Barbie in all the right ways that drive me wild. She may not be everyone's type, but there's not a man or woman born that can see her walk by and not turn their heads at least a little to watch her go.

We buy our tickets from a young man who is blushing so hard he can't look up from his register.

"Poor kid," says Charlotte. "I thought he was gonna cry when I thanked him."

"I can't blame him," I say. "Sometimes when I look into your eyes I can't remember what I was talking about two seconds earlier."

She holds my arm in both her hands and gives it a little hug. "It is funny to bat my eyelashes and watch your train of thought derail sometimes."

We giggle and go into the theater, which is mostly empty except for some people near the front. Charlotte pulls me towards the back middle section of the theater.

The movie has an okay cast with a weak plot, but as is often the case with such pictures, it does have some eye candy. Alexandra Daddario spends a decent amount of time showing off her stupendous cleavage or just straight up in a bra or bikini.

At one such juncture Charlotte whispers in my ear. "She has nice tits, huh?"

I smile and nod.

"I hope she shows them off in this one. I want to see her nipples."

I smile and blush a bit. My heartbeat picks up at the idea.

"You don't mind if I touch your dick, do you?" she asks, still whispering.

"I can't say that I do," I say.

She slides her hand into my lap and places her hand firmly over my growing cock, breathing a sigh of satisfaction as she does so.

Anytime Alexandra comes on screen, Charlotte squeezes my cock gently, slowly ramping me up to full hardness. After a few minutes she reaches both hands into my lap and unzips my fly.

"Sorry," she says, slipping her hand in. "I can barely feel your cock through all that fabric. This is better, isn't it?"

I nod and breathe in sharply as her lithe fingers wrap around my shaft. Now when Alexandra or any female character is on screen, she starts to slowly stroke it.

I feel my temperature rising from the stimulation, and there's a real peak when Alexandra gets into a sexual situation that results in her pulling her top off and Charlotte squeals quietly when Alexandra's large tits fall free.

"Oh my god," she whispers. "Look at those!"

"I am," I say, as she starts stroking me faster.

"Those are some nice titties," she says. "Her nipples look so suckable. I wish I could suck on her nipples right now. Or any nipples." She lights up. "Oh! I know!"

Charlotte pulls her hand out of my pants and then carefully pulls her shirt and bra down over one of her own nice titties. She cups it in her hands and pulls it up to her mouth to lick her own nipple. Then she looks over at me and grins. I know she's teasing me but it changes nothing. If she'd still been stroking me I would have creamed my jeans.

She tucks her boob back in and looks at the screen. "If only there was something else around here I could suck on," she says. Alexandra then leans over into one of her male co-stars laps off-screen and her head starts bobbing.

"Ah! Good idea!" Charlotte says. "Thanks, Alex."

She turns to me and gets onto her knees on her chair, then leans over my lap.

"You don't mind, do you? If I get something I need real quick?"

"Oh fuck," I murmur, and she grins.

Charlotte pulls my cock out through my fly, which is not such an easy task when it's as hard as it is right now, and immediately shoves it in her mouth and then leans forward further to get it down into her throat.

My eyes go wide and my hands fly to her head. "Oh fuck!" I exclaim. This immediate pressure and warmth is too much after the teasing of the past twenty minutes and I explode in her throat, cumming without warning and forcing her head down with my hands. My cock spasms and I feel her gag but she doesn't attempt to move, staying in place throughout my intense but brief orgasm and for a few seconds after. I feel her throat muscles working my cock as she swallows. This is the first time she's deepthroated me this trip and I had forgotten just how good it feels. This is definitely happening again before I leave, I think as my hips jerk upward into her face.

I let go of her head and she slides off slowly, swallowing as she goes, no doubt attempting to clean me off so I won't have a large wet spot on my jeans, which I appreciate.

"Thanks," she says as she swallows again and tucks my cock back into my pants. "That really hit the spot."

"Oh, sure," I say. "Anytime, really."

She smiles and sits back, adjusting her shirt and sniffling a few times to get back to normal.

The movie finishes without further incident, and as we walk out we pass the kid who sold us our tickets. He gawks as we pass and she giggles as we push through the front door.

"Do you get used to people staring at you like that?" I ask.

"Well, yes. But it's always a little worse when I have some cum on my face," she says casually.

I turn to look at her in the bright California sunshine and sure enough, she preserved a tiny pearly strand trailing from the left side of her mouth. It must have run out as she was swallowing.

She cackles at my shock and wipes it away with the side of her thumb, expertly removing it without smudging her makeup and then sucking her thumb clean.

"You are something else," I say, smiling and shaking my head. "Who would have thought that the most beautiful woman in the world would also be just as much of a pervert as I am?"

"Aww, how sweet," she says, with amusement dancing in her eyes. "I've never been called incomparably beautiful in the same sentence with an accusation of perversion before. You know just how to sweet talk a lady."

We both laugh as we get into the car and drive to a restaurant down by the water.

The hostess seats us with a view out over the ocean as I requested, and we sit chatting until our server comes take our drink orders.

I become conscious of Charlotte's eyes on me as I gaze out over the ocean, not noticing that our conversation has flagged due to my inattention.

"You really love the ocean, don't you?" Charlotte asks, watching me. "It means something to you."

I blink and smile. "Yeah," I say. "I really do. And it does."

"Tell me about it," she invites, leaning forward to listen.

I tell her then of the peace and quiet of sailing, the only sound the wind in your ears and the high whispering chatter of the water sliding down the hull slicing through the calm sea. I tell her of waking on the deck, your hair and sleeping bag damp, crystal dew in your eyelashes from the morning fog. I tell her of sunrise straight from the Atlantic and sunset from the cockpit, a drink in your hand and the dying sea-breeze on your cheek. I tell her then about long days at the waterside, climbing smooth granite boulders and exploring islands long abandoned by industry and habitation. There is magic in it, old magic, shared experience that predates language itself. The cro-magnon felt it, and the neanderthals before them, for they took their living from the sea as well as the forest. 


I go on too long and wax far too poetic, and when I am done her eyes are glassy and she puts a hand to my cheek. I kiss her palm and she puts both her hands over mine and looks at me for a long time, a smile on her lips that I can't read.

The server comes with our drinks and takes our order, and the spell is broken.

"Do you have anything that has magic in it for you?" I ask her.

"I don't know that I do," she says after a moment. "At least not in the way you talk about. Sex is probably as close as I get to feeling transcendent."

"Sex with you is absolutely transcendent," I say. "If that's 'all' you have, it's plenty."

She smiles grimly. "There's a shallowness to living only based on how present yourself to the world. Being in front of the camera isn't really a sometimes thing. It changes the way you think."

I nod. "I can't imagine what that must be like."

"You talk about living on an island like it's a way of life, and it is. It's the opposite of life here in LA in every way I can think of."

"Yeah. I believe it. I miss my place. If this deal goes through and gets finalized on Friday, I'm going to have to really consider moving here for awhile. If it wasn't for you, that would make me feel sick. I'd probably pass on the whole project."

"This is where I say, 'Don't do it for me,' right?" she asks.

I shrug. "Maybe in a movie script."

"Well, here's something new for your script: do it. Do it for me. Do it because when you're around I can't think about anything else, and I've never felt this way about anyone before. Come and live here with me and let's ride this train to the end of the line."

My stomach flutters a bit at the intensity in her eyes. "Ride or die?"

Charlotte nods seriously. "I'm not going to bother asking if you feel the same. I know you do. This free use shit? That's a kink. Maybe it'll wear off in five years. If it does, and you still want me, I want you."

"I want you, too," I say.

Our food arrives and we dig in, speaking of lighter things. Short term plans and hopes, childhood dreams and the world we find ourselves in now. It's good conversation, the kinds of things that bring people together and help to create a new life from two.

After the meal we walk out to the beach and stroll along the boardwalk. Sunset is late here on the western edge of the Americas, so it's still bright and warm despite the late hour. I pull us down to the water's edge and steer us into the surf, just wading and letting the rolling waves splash us.

"Do you feel it?" I ask.

She smiles, holding my hand and looking over at me.

"Right now you're touching water that touches every shoreline on Earth," I say. "It holds all seven continents, connects both poles, and puts all the rain and wind in motion."

"It's no wonder you're a writer," she says. "You hold so many words in your head."

I chuckle and start walking again.

"No, I mean, you can hold words and ideas in your hands almost. Roll them around, hold them up to the light and see the angles. I assume that was a song or poem you just quoted, and it's perfect for the moment, to express what you're feeling. That's special."

"Thank you," I say.

"Did I hurt you?" she asks, stopping.

I take a couple more steps and turn back. "No, I don't think so. I think you saw me in a way I'm not used to being seen. I'm unshielded, so I don't know how to respond because..." I shrug.

"Because you're always shielded."

"Maybe? Probably? I don't know. I am what I am, that's all I know."

A wave surges up between us and drags at the sand around our feet. Charlotte tosses her shoes up the beach beyond the water's reach and takes two steps to me.

"What you are is my man," she says, placing her hands on my chest. "You can be vulnerable with me. I'm not just ride or die, I'm your shield-maiden. Do you know what that means?"

I look into her eyes and cover her hands with mine. "Tell me."

"It means I'm a Valkyrie. It means I choose who, if anyone, I give my love and my sword to. If I give them to you, it means you give them back and we go raiding together. We fight side by side through all of it. We conquer and if our deeds are such that they write songs of them, we are sung of as one. When we die in battle--because every Viking dies in battle--we die together with our swords in our hands.

"It means you're safe with me, and I'm safe with you."

She leans up to kiss me, pressing her lips firmly to mine, and pulling back, smiles.

Then she links her left hand with my right and we walk down the beach, which gives me a chance to casually brush away the water that somehow got into my eyes.

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