Evangeline woke with a start, her heart pounding and her breaths ragged. The sweat soaked cotton sheets were wrapped tightly about her legs from the tossing and turning she must have been doing during the dream that haunted her sleep for yet another night. With a frustration that had little to do with having to suffer another night of broken sleep, and everything to do with the intense ache at her core that the dreams always left her with, she kicked out hard at the sheets until she was free from their binding hold on her limbs.
The sudden coolness of the night air against her now bared skin left her trembling slightly, but Evangeline welcomed the sensation, hoping it would cool the fire within her. Wearing nothing but white cotton panties, the slight breeze from her open window caressed over her skin, a teasing touch that caused her nipples to tighten into hard little buds. Beads of sweat trickled down her body to soak into the bedsheet beneath her, the coolness around her seeming to have little effect on the heat that still emanated from her restless body.
Without thinking, one hand moved between her parted thighs to caress her aching sex through the thin cotton of her panties. The material was soaked, but whether it was from sweat or from the excitement she felt at her core, she didn't know. A moan slipped from her lips as she rubbed lightly. The ache left over from the dream was intense, so even the lightest touch left her feeling like she could explode at any moment. But Evangeline wasn't ready to cum yet. She wanted to savour this feeling of overwhelming sensuality that she always experienced after these dreams.
Her eyes closed as her fingers continued to rub in slow, gentle circles over her sensitive and swollen clit. The thrumming need in her body consumed her, making her feel intoxicated with desire. Within moments, Evangeline's mind returned to the events of her dreams. She always hated these moments when she awoke and was ripped from the embrace of the sweet Goddess that had visited her during sleep recently.
The nightly visitations had begun two weeks ago when Evangeline had purchased a painting of the beautiful Goddess Aphrodite that she'd found at the small market in town. She had never been much of an art aficionado, but something about the painting had drawn her to it. She had felt compelled to buy it and, when she'd returned home with it, the only place that had seemed right was the wall opposite her bed. And ever since then, her nights had been filled with the most erotic dreams about the Goddess.
Sometimes in Evangeline's dreams, Aphrodite would finger her needy pussy, controlling and commanding her pleasure. Other times, the Goddess would pin her to the bed and, pressed together at their core, they would grind against one another in frantic movements to find pleasure over and over. In tonight's visit, the beautiful one had allowed Evangeline to kneel and worship with her tongue, while Aphrodite's sweet nectar spilled to feed the mortal woman.
The dream had seemed so vivid that Evangeline could still almost taste the Goddess; and the slightest hint of honey filled her senses as her tongue licked over her parted lips. A moan escaped her then, the need to taste the Goddess for real somehow even more intense than the desire to orgasm. Yet her fingers continued to toy between her parted thighs, sliding down into her panties to stroke at slick petals.
"Oh, Goddess," she moaned out into the dark room. "I need you so badly. I ache for your touch."
Evangeline pushed two fingers past wet folds to sink them deep into her molten core, moving them in and out slowly, revelling in the sensation of being filled. Her moans flowed now as she pushed herself closer to the edge, the sounds of pleasure echoing around the quiet room.
As she felt the pleasure building between her legs, Evangeline opened her eyes, letting her gaze fall upon the painting wherein Aphrodite was almost naked. She was just able to make out the details of the picture in the soft glow of moonlight entering the window and the sight of the Goddess' voluptuous curves and soft pale skin had her pumping her fingers harder, desperate for release.
"Please, Goddess," she cried out, unable to hold back her pleas for the beautiful woman watching over her from the painting.
"Not yet, pretty little mortal. Not until I say so."
The unexpected voice coming from the corner of the room had a soft, melodic tone to it, almost as if the person were singing a gentle harmony. That didn't stop Evangeline's heart from pounding as fear gripped her chest, though.
Evangeline pulled the fingers from her sex and scrabbled backwards on the bed, not stopping until her back was pressed against the cool wood of the headboard and her knees were pulled up against her chest.
"Who the hell are you?" she demanded, her voice shaky and breathless.
The woman poised so elegantly in the chair in the room's corner simply smiled at her, and then pointed up at the picture hanging on the wall. "Isn't it obvious, my dear? I am Aphrodite. The Goddess you have been dreaming about. The Goddess you were just calling out to in the darkness. Well, here I am."
Evangeline blinked a few times, trying to clear her vision well enough to get a good look at the woman. It was true that she shared more than a few similar characteristics to the Goddess in the painting. While chewing on her lower lip, Evangeline took in the long red hair, softly curled and trailing down to the woman's hips. She took in the simple white gown held up by thin straps, the linen gathered together beneath her generous breasts to accent her curves, before flowing down to mid-thigh. The dress perfectly displayed soft skin and sumptuous curves that seemed divine to her own mortal eyes. But it was the way that the other woman glowed in the dim room that convinced Evangeline that it really was the Goddess Aphrodite in her bedroom. It was much more than the glow that is associated with being happy. A soft pink light emanated from the Goddess' skin, making her beauty seem even more ethereal.
