The darkened room where she is waiting, with no light save for a few candles. She sways to the music that plays softly from her stereo, her lover on her mind. She moves seductively. Naked, sweat dripping from her breasts, falling coolly down her chest, tracing a path to her thighs where it lingers before dropping onto the plush carpet.
She imagines that the sweat is her lover's hands touching her body. This thought makes her hot and excited. She runs her fingers over her mouth imagining them to be his lips kissing hers. As the clock strikes midnight, she whispers his name like an incantation and he appears before her. His hair as dark as the night outside, skin the color of ivory. Lips, full like the moon.
He reaches out, drawing her to him, kissing her and running his strong hands over her naked, aching flesh. She surrenders herself to him; he lays her down on a four-poster bed that is covered in blood-red rose petals. Her head hits the pillow and her long, dark hair covers it like a shroud. He lowers his face to hers and kisses her ruby, red lips. Their tongues intertwining, tasting one another. The kiss filling them with intense heat. He looks at her and she can see the love and desire that he has for her. He releases himself from the kiss to begin exploring her exquisite body with his tongue. Her skin so soft and supple, just the slightest bit of color gracing her flesh.
He kisses her large breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. She moans, as they become hard and erect, sending shivers down her spine. She reaches out to touch him, but he stays her hand. He wants to pleasure her completely, for he knows no other has ever touched her in this way. He wants her to know what it is like to be truly and completely loved.
He lowers his head and begins raining kisses all over her body. He slowly spreads her thighs with his hands, then begins kissing the insides of them. His mouth slowly was moving upwards until his tongue flicks over her bud. He takes his time tasting her, softly proclaiming that she is as sweet as honey. Teasing, licking, and softly nibbling and sending pleasurable shudders throughout her body. She screams, moans and shudders with orgasms, begging him to make love to her.
Hearing her cries of pleasure and wanting her so badly that he can no longer take it, he slowly enters her. She cries out as she feels his full, hard manliness fill her. He begins moving slowly in and out, hearing the sounds of his own ragged breathing.
She arches her back and wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper inside of her,then begins to match his rhythm. As her breaths quicken and soft moans escape her lips, he becomes more impassioned and begins to move faster within her. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room along with the sounds of moans of pleasure. She cries out in ecstasy as she feels hard orgasms wracking her body. Her juices flowing down in-between them like wine. She cries out his name as she loses control.
Suddenly, he can feel himself become extremely hard inside of her. He cries out her name and declarations of his love for her as his seed explodes deep inside of her, filling her to the point of overflowing.
Afterwards, he holds her tenderly and lovingly in his arms, bestowing soft kisses all over her. She returns the declarations of love to him, for he holds her heart as she holds his. She falls asleep in his arms, smiling, content.
When she awakens to the sun's rays, he is gone. But, she does not cry. For she knows that as soon as it is once again the midnight hour, he will come to her once more. He is the night's faithful servant.
He is her Demon Lover.
By: Dawn HoltŠ Circa 1998
