Saturday morning.

The sunlight lazily filtered through the thick curtains. The morning air was still cool, yet heavy with the promise of a peaceful day. Eve stretched slowly in bed, feeling the soft blanket glide gently over her skin. A sigh escaped her lips, unhurried—a sign that laziness was holding her back from rising. When she opened her eyes, she found Adam watching her. A warm, patient gaze. He sat on the edge of the bed, holding a steaming cup of coffee, almost as if instinctively, like a small ritual. He looked at her with a slight smile, not too broad, but full of understanding, of that intimacy that hung in the air, that felt like home.

“I brought you coffee,” he murmured, his deep, warm voice like a caress.

Eve rose slowly, supporting herself on her elbows. She opened her eyes wider and leaned slightly toward him, a playful smile on her lips.

“Thank you, my love,” she replied softly, her tone low but betraying a deep warmth.

She took the cup from his hands and raised it to her lips, letting her gaze drift back to him, studying him carefully. She felt his closeness, even in those quiet moments. Adam smiled at her still, letting time flow slowly around them. He leaned in slightly, kissing her forehead.

“Did you sleep well?”

Eve closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the hot coffee that warmed her hands and soul at once. She cherished that moment—the morning beginning slowly, without pressure, without the day's rush.

“Yes... I was dead tired... I was really exhausted.”

“How was last night? Did you have fun?” he asked with a subtle unease as if anticipating a reaction that could shake him.

Eve smiled mysteriously, turning onto her side to look at him better. She let a finger glide lightly over his chest… just a fleeting touch.

“It was a little different… but yes... I had fun.”

Her voice trembled slightly, and the playful smile suggested an untold story. The words, though simple, weighed heavily. Adam swallowed hard, breathing heavily, feeling tension coil in his stomach. His thoughts overwhelmed him. Every word from Eve touched him, a challenge he wasn’t sure he could face. He waited, yet at the same time felt everything might ignite into a fire burning endlessly. This moment was both salvation and loss simultaneously. They had both set the rules. It was her night—the last Friday of each month. A freedom he himself had granted her. On the condition that in the morning… there were no secrets between them.

Eve closed her eyes for a moment as if gathering all her words before speaking. She didn’t want to rush anything, wanting time to play with Adam’s mind. She withdrew slightly, shy, and whispered in a soft but provocative tone:

“I can’t tell you… you’ll get upset.”

Adam froze for a second, as if struck by a shockwave. His breath caught, and his gaze deepened with sharp focus, wanting to understand what hid behind Eve’s words. Her voice trembled slightly, a tremor born of a mix of guilt and desire.

“Eve…” he whispered, almost pleading deeply.

“Why would I be upset? You have that freedom, and I’m glad you trust me, us.”

Eve lifted her gaze, somewhat lost in thought but intensely focused on what she wanted to tell Adam. She bit her lower lip lightly, then continued, her voice almost a whisper:

“I wanted to behave, Adam. Believe me, I really did. But you know… I was good last month too. Even though I could have… But now… now it felt like I wanted something else.”

“What do you mean, Eve?” he asked, his voice tinged with unease.

“You’ll understand… The atmosphere at the club was fantastic. I was having fun with the girls, dancing… and then I saw him. He came with a relaxed attitude, the confidence of a man who knows what he wants. ‘Let’s dance,’ he said to me. At first, I wanted to refuse. He was so attractive and had something in his gaze, an energy I couldn’t ignore. I was careful at first, kept my distance. I felt that if he took me in his arms, I wouldn’t be able to stop. When he pulled me close to him, I felt myself melting. I meant to say no, to push him away, but I got caught up in it. And yes, he held me tight, with a sure, insistent air.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked with an understanding tone, as if he already knew the answer.

“Hmm… God, I don’t want to tell you this… he was so close to me, and I felt his body pressing against my abdomen through my clothes, already hard… really hard. And then… then I knew I was lost.

I tried to dance with the girls… to ignore him. But he caught me in his arms again, pressing close, one of his legs slipping between my thighs. As the music pulsed around us, I found myself grinding against him, his body pressing into mine. His hands grew bolder, exploring more intimate places through the thin fabric. I wanted to break free, to summon the strength to fight. I want you to believe me, Adam—that it wasn’t my fault. The cocktails, the music, the crowd, the moment… it all just overwhelmed me. Everyone is like that in the club—just having fun.

It felt so natural when he leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper, like a secret shared just between us. He said the music was too loud here, and maybe we could slip away to his apartment—just to taste a very fine wine and have a little quiet chat. He seemed such a sweet, nice guy… so genuine. It all sounded so innocent, so polite, and honestly, it felt almost rude to say no, didn’t it?

It didn’t take long before we were in a taxi heading to his apartment. In the backseat, we talked like old friends, laughing softly, the night around us fading away. I didn’t even notice how my dress, tight as it was, had ridden up high on my thighs, offering him a tempting view. He must have tried so hard to hold back—honestly, I think he was fighting it, until his hand brushed against my skin so gently, it sent a shiver through me. He leaned close and whispered, “Your legs are to die for.”

I barely noticed when he gently pushed my panties aside and slid a finger inside me. The finger slid so easily… maybe I was just too wet, Adam. Or maybe I even opened my legs for him… I don’t remember. Part of me wanted to slap him for his insolence, to shove him away like any decent woman should. But I couldn’t. It would have caused a scene, made everything messier. So, I stayed silent. Then there were two fingers, pressing, teasing as he leaned in closer, whispering with a confident smile, “I know what you want… you just have to ask for it.”

And for reasons I couldn’t explain, my lips betrayed me, whispering back, “I don’t know if I should want it… but maybe I do.”

Adam looked at her intensely, a faint smile slipping onto his face, but the question that slipped from his lips was cold, direct, with a subtle tone of accusation:

“And you didn’t tell him you’re taken?”

Eve didn’t rush to answer immediately. A heavy silence hung between them.

“Would you want me to say yes?” she finally replied with a playful smile, fully aware of the effect it would have on him.

“I hope you didn’t ask him to fuck you, did you?” Adam asked, his voice low, like a challenge.

Eve blinked, pretending to be hurt, a sly, almost wounded smile curling at the corners of her lips. “No, honey. I wouldn’t dare.”

“I didn’t ask for anything… not until I was inside his apartment, enjoying the wine.”

She paused, letting the image settle between them, then lowered her voice to a whisper. “That’s when I asked him to make me cum.”

Adam’s breath hitched, a rush of anger and desire flickering across his face as he absorbed her words. He tried to speak, but couldn’t find the words. Eve loved the way that little spark flared inside him and softly added:

“Tell me… do you love me?”

“You know I do. More than anything.”

The space between them filled with unspoken promises as Eve waited, watching for the moment Adam would be ready—not just with words, but with everything they were holding back.

“I know you’d like to believe I was a good girl,” Eve said, her voice soft and a little breathless, like confessing a secret. “You don’t want to hear how hungry I was when he pulled it out of his pants—thick, hot, strong, and beautiful. I was just about to drop to my knees and… well, you know… worship it.”

“But before I could even start, he pressed into me, deep and demanding, tearing my panties—and with them, every inch of restraint I thought I had.”

Adam clenched the sheet tightly between his fingers, his body rigid, eyes burning with desire and fury at once.

“Go on, Eve,” he growled between his teeth. “Tell me how much it made you tremble.”

Eve bit her lip, letting the silence stretch thinly between them.

“He pinned me to the wall, lifted my leg, and plunged deep with all his strength. I like it when someone takes me like that—not letting me breathe… holding me tight, not letting me move. He was possessive, dominant… and I… oh, Adam, I wasn’t even pretending to resist. I was helping him, every shudder, every gasp a willing offering. His hands ruled me, guided me, and I felt myself surrender utterly in that. I screamed, scratched him, begged him to take me harder. And he… God, he listened.”

Adam closed his eyes, the scenes unfolding clearly in his mind. He didn’t dare say anything, afraid he might shatter the spell of her story.

“The orgasm hit me surprisingly quick. When he put me on the table, I was already done. But he didn’t stop. He laid me face down, pulled my hands behind my back, and whispered that I was his that night. He slapped my ass a few times… playfully… bit my neck gently, and filled me completely. Without withdrawing, without letting me move.”

Adam saw that her face radiated memories, and he was surprised that no shame touched her.

“He was so hard, so deep, I thought I’d faint from pleasure. Then the rhythm slowly built up. It wasn’t fast, but long and powerful. And God, when he came inside me, no warnings, no asking… just pure, blunt possession, I felt myself shatter and fall apart in a way only he could make happen. I was his! I was his yesterday, but I am always yours!”

Adam licked his lips, breath ragged. He looked at Eve with a hunger she adored. He had her exactly where he wanted.

“And afterwards?” he asked, voice low, almost threatening.

Eve chuckled softly. “He held me in his arms. He was so tender! And he told me I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever had.”

Adam closed his eyes, the images vivid in his mind. Eve smiled beneath her brows and leaned slightly toward him, almost whispering:

“But you know, Adam… it was just sex. Nothing more. I liked it, but… you are everything to me. I belong to you. Only to you.”

Adam reached out and gently lifted Eve’s chin with his fingers, holding her gaze steadily before softly kissing her lips and caressing her head.

“How about you hit the shower? To wash all that down... and then meet me in the kitchen—you must be hungry.”

They shared a laugh, the easy, playful energy folding around them as Eve slipped out of bed, ready to start the day their way.