Enshrined

"Baby, I am gonna love you until I'm too spent to even sit up," Simon thought, as he happily nuzzled her bosom.

Chaarvi, for her part, kept running her fingers affectionately through Simon's hair, while holding him close to her chest. Her breath was heavy, and Simon could feel her heart pounding beneath her hot breasts.

Simon spent untold minutes enjoying Chaarvi's tits. Perhaps five minutes, perhaps thirty; he didn't care to keep count.

Eventually, his other appetites took over. He lowered his hand down across her belly, with a mind to begin touching her pussy. But he found himself hampered by her cumbersome skirt. He spent a moment wondering how he could get around it, before he had a much better idea.

He mentally willed Chaarvi to stand up and remove her skirt, and she immediately obeyed. She released the zipper at the side of the skirt, and it plummeted to the floor.

Now wearing nothing but her underwear, Chaarvi began playfully modelling for Simon.

Her panties were practical, and a dreary monotonous shade of light gray. But the way they hugged her luscious figure was extremely sexy, nonetheless. Simon quickly noticed a sizable dark patch at the crotch. It pleased him to know that she was already wet. She must've been as anxious to screw him as he was to screw her.

All the same, he didn't want to give in to temptation just yet.

Simon willed Chaarvi to do a slow 360 spin, so that he could admire her from all angles. He hadn't gotten a chance to see her from behind, the last time she was naked in his apartment. Even beneath her panties, it was obvious that her ass had excellent form.

She turned around to face him, then gracefully peeled her panties off to reveal that thick, black landing strip he had been so captivated by during her last visit. Chaarvi had such a beautiful crotch. Simon could hardly wait to get reacquainted with it.

She teased him with it; pivoting her hips to hold his attention, and flexing her thighs to enhance the creases of her pubic vee. Then she spun around to give him a proper view of her behind.

Simon gasped in awe. Chaarvi's ass was stunning! Petite, yet round and superbly toned! He couldn't resist reaching out to caress her right buttock and test its suppleness with his thumb. Sheer heaven!

Chaarvi was that mythic breed of woman who hit the trifecta: perfect face, perfect tits, and perfect ass. And she was completely under his control. He almost shed tears of joy.

Chaarvi pivoted her hips again, to give Simon a demonstration of her buttocks flexing. Then she bent over to give him his most tantalizing view yet. By the time she sprang upright again, she had undone the bun in her hair, and her long, raven locks tumbled elegantly down the flawless skin of her back.

She turned to face him once more; her hands upon her hips, a subdued smirk upon her lips. She gazed at him intently, in a way that seemed to demand, "Well, now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?"

Simon smiled. "Why don't you go over to the bed, and make yourself comfortable?" he asked her in a measured voice.

"As you please, master," Chaarvi agreed, cheerfully.

She sashayed provocatively over to the side of Simon's double bed and laid down, swinging her long legs on to the mattress in an agile maneuver that seemed like a deliberate effort to show them off. According to Simon's research, Chaarvi's grandmother was a heavenly court dancer for the gods, and everything about the way Chaarvi moved bore out that claim.

She settled her head into a comfortable position upon his pillows and smiled at him, expectantly. A couple seconds later, she parted her legs, to offer him a clear view of her glistening pussy.

"Now, get yourself off!" Simon ordered.

He noticed a brief flicker of disappointment upon Chaarvi's face. Nonetheless, her right hand immediately snaked its way down her belly and on to her sex, seemingly beyond her control.

Her fingers traversed the length of her labia, up and down, several times, before settling upon her clitoris for a while.

"Take your time. Enjoy yourself," Simon warmly commanded, having noticed that Chaarvi's gestures seemed a little impatient.

Chaarvi sighed, allowing the weight of her head to settle in to the pillow. Simon noticed an immediate change in her masturbation. The movements of her fingers now appeared much more intuitive.

Simon's smile broadened, as he watched Chaarvi zone out into a state of deep arousal.

During their conversation in the stairwell, she confessed that she had been spending her nights in bed, masturbating to fantasies of screwing him. The mental image of Chaarvi in that position had been driving Simon wild all afternoon. Now that he had her all to himself, he found it very satisfying to have her give him a live demonstration.

But voyeurism was only part of Simon's interest in watching Chaarvi play with herself; he was also eager to learn.

He watched her fingers diligently; paying close attention to how she liked to touch the various regions of her sex, the favorite spots she kept coming back to, and the rhythm of motion that gave her the most excitement. He wanted to know precisely how to blow this babe's mind.

Chaarvi began to make little noises; timid little happy whimpers. Her hips and legs became restless.

So did Simon.

He got undressed, without taking his eyes off Chaarvi's mesmerizing performance for even a split second. His cock stood at full attention, red and hungry, as he finally peeled off his stifling briefs.

Chaarvi was so preoccupied, she didn't seem to notice Simon approaching, until he was standing right over her. Her eyes widened at the sight of his engorged, stiff cock, and her lips pursed into a mischievous smirk. She wanted his dick to do things to her. She'd been craving it madly, ever since the last time she'd been in this apartment.

"All in good time, baby," Simon thought.

He leaned over her and slipped his hand on to her crotch, gently pushing her own hand out of the way. He picked up exactly where Chaarvi left off, masturbating her diligently, according to the same motions and rhythms he had been observing.

Chaarvi was such a randy fox, Simon's hand was completely drenched in her juices immediately. He could scarcely belief that he was holding this spectacular beauty in the palm of his hand.

It took him only a few seconds to bring her to climax. She came with a sharp gasp. Simon, with his finger curled deep into her vagina, felt the tender flesh of her sex spasm hard.

He began petting her labia more firmly, paying special attention to massage her clit with the base of his middle finger. Chaarvi was soon making a series of pathetic whimpers, which escalated into urgent yelps. Only when Simon noticed her hand lurching weakly towards her crotch did he finally stop tormenting her. He toned down his activity, rubbing her pussy with a much gentler, slower touch, as she coasted down from the heights of orgasm. She was trembling in his hand.

Simon gave Chaarvi a moment to calm down; but only a moment. Before the dreamy smile upon her face had time to fade, he had climbed upon the mattress and was crawling up between her legs.

He began by French kissing the insides of her smooth thighs; coursing his teeth gently across the fleshier parts in a harmless tease. But he wasted little time in arriving at her privates. Finally, after weeks of hopeless daydreaming, Simon was exactly where he so desperately wanted to be: lost in Chaarvi's womanhood.

As he teased her clitoris with his tongue, he breathed deeply the air around her crotch. It was humid, hot and wild, like the air of some unspoiled jungle. For Simon, it was a stirring reminder that he and Chaarvi were really just a couple of animals, male and female, doing what came naturally.

He sucked on her clit, massaged it firmly with his lips, and tickled her tangy insides with the tip of his tongue. Chaarvi began to pant loudly, and then moan. Simon felt her thighs closing around his head. She was completely at his mercy, and Simon relished it!

He continued tormenting her until she came once more. Her thighs grasped him tightly, her breathing became ragged, and the sweet noises she made became frantic.

Simon waited for her body to relax. But he gave her no time to catch her breath before he climbed on top of her and kissed her on the lips. Then he guided his cockhead on to her opening and pushed himself inside. He had waited for this long enough! It was time for him to have his way with her!

He savored the tight embrace of her hot snatch for a moment, before he began thrusting in earnest. Much to his surprise, Chaarvi sprang up and kissed him passionately on the lips! A second ago, Simon would've bet diamonds that she was too exhausted to do anything more than lay still. Yet the kisses kept coming.

She tenderly grabbed his head and pulled him down with her, to maintain their kissing as she rested her head back on the pillow. Meanwhile, Simon felt her legs wrapping around behind him. Being inside Chaarvi felt wonderful, but what truly made the experience exquisite were all these signals as to how badly she wanted it - more specifically, how badly she wanted him.

Simon wasn't able to hold out very long; Chaarvi was just too exciting, and he had been yearning for this moment for weeks. His loins began to rumble, while the rest of his body began to tingle with numbness. His lips drifted away from hers as he struggled to catch his breath for the massive exertion that was about to come. Chaarvi lingered on the pillow, making dainty, wanton moans.

Simon's hips ran away without him, until he succumbed to orgasm. He reflexively pushed himself as deep inside Chaarvi's snatch as he was able, and held that position with adamant resolve.

He spilled more ropes than he cared to count, becoming progressively more lightheaded and frail with each one. Eventually he could no longer support his own weight and collapsed on top of her. He vaguely registered the sensation of arms wrapping around his back, and squeezing him close.

Two red-hot, sweat drenched bodies laid on the mattress for some time, virtually motionless, aside from their violently heaving torsos, struggling to catch their breaths.

Then Chaarvi began to lavish a series of adoring kisses upon Simon. He tried to reciprocate, but he simply didn't have the energy. Every movement was a chore.

He summoned up what little strength he had remaining to roll off of his magnificent lover. To his surprise, Chaarvi anchored herself to him by clutching his head to her own, and tightening the embrace of her legs around his hips. She helped him roll, by shifting her own body weight, until their positions were inverted: with Chaarvi on top. Their kiss had not been broken, and Simon's expended cock was still nestled cozily within her sex.

Chaarvi wasn't remotely deterred by the fact that Simon was hopelessly exhausted. She laid there, patiently, persistently making out with him, with far more tenderness than passion. Every now and then, he would feel her hips shifting ever so slightly, in what he suspected were strategic gestures to remind him how conveniently close her pussy was.

"It can't get much better than this," Simon blissfully mused.

"I'm all yours, master," Chaarvi purred between kisses. "Do whatever you want with me."

Even in his weary state, those words sent a tingle of excitement through Simon's body.

"Okay, that's it. This moment is officially perfect," he decided.

Chapter 6

The following day was a Wednesday. Simon awoke to the warm thrill of a skilled mouth wrapped around his cock, and the sight of a mess of long, black hair bobbing up and down upon his groin.

He and Chaarvi went on to spend the entire day in his apartment, living out their long-suppressed desires for one another. Blowjob, doggy-style, cowgirl, cunnilingus, spoons, 69, on the countertop, and good old-fashioned missionary; they indulged every whim that took them.

The reluctance they had both expressed during their meeting in the stairwell the previous day was nothing more than a distant memory. Neither of them had any lingering inhibitions about what they were doing. Every touch felt perfectly natural. Every kiss was sincere. There was a profound sense of familiarity between them, as if they had been lovers for years.

They barely said a word to one another all day long; yet there was never any communication breakdown between them. All Simon needed to do was think about his desires, and Chaarvi would happily oblige. As a matter of fact, Simon found the silence kind of erotic.

By Thursday, they had regained enough discipline to return to college. Of course, they returned to Simon's apartment in the evenings for dinner and sex. All the same, Simon could hardly wait for the weekend.

He naturally presumed that it would be a direct sequel to their Wednesday adventure: two straight days of leisurely nudism and sex, sex, sex. After all, wasn't that the traditional way for college kids to spend their first free weekend after becoming an intimate couple?

He was disheartened, when he awoke on Saturday morning, to find himself in an otherwise empty bed. That hadn't happened to him for four days.

But his concerns were quickly put to rest when he lifted his head to see Chaarvi, sitting at the breakfast table.

She was stark naked.

"Good morning," she cheerfully mumbled through a cheek full of cereal.

"Morning," Simon replied, completely mesmerized by the view before him.

"I got off to an early start," Chaarvi remarked, gesturing to her breakfast bowl with her spoon, as she swallowed her food. "I had this funny feeling that I was gonna need to build my strength up for today."

"Oh, really? What gave you that idea?" Simon asked facetiously.

Chaarvi shrugged, "Past experience."

Simon smirked, "I know what you mean. Navigating those weekend crowds at the farmers' markets can really take it out of you."

Chaarvi's face lit up with amusement. Her eyes sparkled and her teeth shone, through the loveliest smile Simon had ever seen. He felt an overwhelming urge to march over to that table, right then and there, sweep Chaarvi off her feet, and carry her back to the bed so he could be with her.

And the joke wasn't even that funny.

"Yeah, well... I sort of become a real mess when I'm on my feet all day, anyway," Chaarvi quipped. "I really do my best work lying down," she added in a sultry voice, before very slowly licking her spoon clean. The gesture left Simon speechless.

"Goddamn!" he eventually responded, "Now I need to build my strength back up!"

Chaarvi laughed.

"Would you like me to get you some?" she asked, gesturing once again to her bowl.

"That'd be great. Thanks," Simon warmly replied. "I just gotta go take care of some business, first."

After visiting the bathroom, he returned to find a full bowl of cereal and a plate with some fresh toast waiting for him. He was glad that he had made an effort on Thursday to find out what Chaarvi liked for breakfast, and stocked up his kitchen accordingly. This morning could've gotten off to a very awkward start, watching her trying to sustain herself on his nearly-exhausted supply of Pop Tarts.

Even before he sat down, Simon could scarcely take his eyes off of Chaarvi's large breasts. He'd become very familiar with them over the past few days, of course. But the novelty certainly hadn't worn off.

Every innocent movement of Chaarvi's arms or shoulders changed the shape of her boobs in a very particular way. Sometimes, Simon was lucky enough to catch a little jiggle. Even when she was merely sitting down to breakfast, her breasts were fascinating.

Simon quickly realized that Chaarvi was nonchalantly encouraging his fixation, by making movements that were pleasing to watch, and by drawing her arms together to enhance the 'fullness' of her breasts.

Beneath the table, Simon ended up nursing a particularly stubborn boner. He suspected that Chaarvi was aware of it, and that she liked it. She feigned naivety with a weak, genial smile, but the playfulness in her eyes gave her away.

Breakfast became something of a game; a sort of veiled foreplay. Although they both sat there, ostensibly sharing a civilized meal, they never said a word to one another, and the sexual tension hovering over the table was obvious. There was a mutual curiosity between them, to see if they could last the entire meal without one of them making an overt move upon the other.

Chaarvi finished her cereal, then left the table with a smirk upon her face, taking her bowl with her. She rinsed the bowl out, leaning over the kitchenette sink in a way that emphasized her shapely yet petite backside. As Simon's last piece of toast crunched between his teeth, he imagined he was sinking his teeth in to the gorgeous ass cheek that seemed to be pointing right at him.

When she had finished washing up, Simon couldn't help but use his mental influence over her to have her model briefly for him. She gave him a slow, 360-degree turn, culminating with a full frontal view. She placed her hands proudly upon her hips, then elegantly pivoted them, to draw attention to her crotch.

Simon then made her show off her boobs properly; first by shimmying her chest to make them jiggle, then by slowly cupping and massaging them to demonstrate their suppleness.

Pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his raging erection.

Yet despite his excitement, he decided to finish his breakfast before having his way with her. There was no need to be impatient - after all, she wasn't going anywhere. Besides, he anticipated having a very busy weekend with her. He didn't want to burn himself out in the first half hour. So he released Chaarvi from his mental control and allowed her to go about her business.

After breakfast, Simon and Chaarvi wasted no time in getting busy. It began as missionary sex, and even from the start, there was something wonderfully chaotic about their energy. They rolled around the mattress in the throes of their passion, seemingly with no care for what position they were in, just so long as they were screwing. Sometimes Simon was on top; sometimes Chaarvi was; and sometimes they were laying on their sides, in a furious embrace. By the time they finished, they were making so much noise, the entire building must've been well aware that Simon was getting very lucky.

The session ended with Chaarvi straddling Simon, in the cowgirl position, moaning in shameless abandon. When she finally stopped cumming, she rolled off her lover and laid by his side, exhausted and breathless.

A minute or so passed, in which they both caught their breath, and their racing hearts calmed down significantly. Then they curled up into the spoons position, to relax together. Simon wrapped his arm around Chaarvi's belly and squeezed her firmly to him. He absently kissed her shoulder, then buried his nose happily into her long mane of ebony hair.

That was when his 'erotic weekend at home with Chaarvi' broke from his expectations.

Instead of merely resting for a few minutes, Simon and Chaarvi laid there, spooning for hours! It wasn't as if either of them was too tired to go another round; they simply enjoyed lying quietly together.

It was a delightful experience for Simon; basking in Chaarvi's warmth, slowly brushing his fingertips through her pubic hair, his flaccid cock nestled comfortably into her butt crack. He was in no hurry for it to finish, much like how one never wants to leave a nice hot bath once they've gotten comfortable.

After a very long time, Chaarvi rolled over to face Simon. She stared at him intently, wearing a relaxed, neutral expression upon her face.

She was studying him, evaluating him. This was probably her first opportunity to form a level-headed opinion about her new lover. After all, for the past few days, she had been governed by sheer horniness. Her one and only interest in Simon had been her desperate desire to ride his cock, over and over again. For the moment, those base appetites had been appeased, and Chaarvi was able to look upon him with patient and discerning eyes.