The Devil Dines Tonight

 Tonight, the devil dines.  He spread his tablecloth over her house, confirming the night.  Dining with him is Aphrodite the Greek goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality. His hunger and her smile seeps down into her room turning her in her bed making her thighs get warm.  Half drunk from the party, all she managed to do was slide out of her tight black dress and heels, then fall under her sheets.  It's 2:17am when her body starts to react to their dance around the house.  Their chants of sex and lust echo behind the night air, sounds of crickets and the creeping wind. It's time.  The warmth between her thighs grows to a tingle, the tingle grows to a yearning. Keeping her knees together, she gyrates her hips slightly to stop the stirring, but it's too late, her movements only stoke the fire, and now her inner thighs are already wet. 

Restless in his slumber, his phone's LED light blinks red, stabbing the still dark room and catching his eyes.  A text. "Baby, how soon can you get here, I need you".  He knew what that meant, they've spoke about it before.  Like a fire fighter called to duty from the middle of sleep, his body reacts.  Half asleep but moving to the rhythm of this emergency.  Shirt, sweats, Adidas slippers, keys, cap.  His engine shocks the night, like an unexpected thunder, and he pulls out of his gate.  The dance of the clutch completes his awareness that he is awake and on his quest.  No music tonight, no Sean Paul, no Rick Ross, no Lil Wayne, no Drake, no base, just the machined symphony of his gear changes  as his noble steed eats the highway. 

Her house cloaked in darkness, his coupe slips into her driveway, a sign of things to come.  She heard his car and knew the next chapter of the night was about to begin. She laid facing the door her, eagerly awaiting her lover, and relieved her night of tossing and turning was about to end.  The ritual dance outside the house began as the Devil and Aphrodite started to dance, sprinkling petals of desire and lust at his feet and over his head as he walked to the door.  It seemed they were worshipping him now.  

The anticipation flushed over him as he opened the door. A portal to a land of lust and desire, changing every atom inside him. He stood by the door staring at curved sheets, crimsoned by long dark hair draping over eager eyes.  

"hi"

"hi"

No more words were needed.  The dancing outside stops like the final drum beat at a ritual as they now turn their attention to the 2 inside. They peer in the window.  He walks over to the end of the bed, then slowly pulls back the sheet, uncovering her tall pale body.  She glowed. Pieces of light reflected off her body as if she were a polished diamond. As the last of the sheet exposed her toes she turned  and laid flat.  His eyes traced her face, her shoulders, her breasts, as they moved up and down from her breathing, down to the thin line of her black thong that she still had on from the party that pressed into her hips.  She wanted him to stare, and could feel his eyes as if they were the fingers of a sculptor.  Now they start.

He steps back and sits in the corner chair, becoming a silhouette. 

"Slide down your thong...slowly".  

Her waiting hands by her side now move as directed. Her thumbs hook the sides while her knees goes up and you could hear the subtle slide of cotton and skin.   She never needed to be told what to do next as she always wanted to be watched, and he always wanted to watch her.  Her hand slides back up from her thighs to caress her nipples while the other pushes between her thighs. A slippery madness, fingers slide up the side of her lips and ending at her clit. 

Aphrodite touches his shoulders and he could feel himself come to life. He salivates as her body writhes on the bed letting out those light sighs as she catches her breath before biting her lips and moans.  As her knees opens ever so often he could see her fingers, moving in circles, and being inserted. A chorus of "oh my god" starts to chase the darkness. Being watched made every part of her body sharpened her arousal. It became too much too soon. A series of shocks, curling and grunting, as she orgasmed, sent a signal right to his loins and he felt his manhood pushing against his sweats. His chair was a bit of prison now  as they had agreed he would only watch.  The devil himself might as well have been holding him down in the chair.

With her body coming to a rest, laying on her stomach, he finally gets to stand up.  The devil's belly is almost full and Aphrodite smiles. He walks over to her and draws a line from her heel, calf, thigh, over her bottom, up her back to her ear, reminding himself of her height, her curves, her beauty. She lay still, eager, smiling, still horny. One finger turns into five and he sinks them into her long dark hair and made a tight ball. her breathing races then jolts her head back, raising her head off the pillow. He leans in placing his other hand around her throat and whispers, "my turn".