The Bowling Night (Real Couple Story)
I've been with Adam for what feels like a lifetime, but the spark between us still burns hot. We've always had this chemistry that transcends time, a connection that's both gentle and wild. That night, though, the wild side was calling out.
I found him in the kitchen, a glass of Irish Cream in his hand, his eyes scanning the room as if lost in thought. He didn't notice me at first, but as I stepped closer, I could see the tense line of his jaw. He had been having a rough day at work, and I knew just how to help him unwind.
"Hey," I whispered, my voice barely above a purr. He turned to me, his gaze locking onto mine. There was a hunger there, a need that mirrored my own. I stepped closer, close enough that our bodies were almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating off him and see the pulse quickening in his neck.
"Hey," he replied, his voice rough. I reached up, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling his soft skin. He leaned into it, his eyes closing briefly before he looked at me again.
"Tough day?" I asked, my voice soft. He nodded, his hand reached up to cup my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek.
"Yeah," he said, his voice low. "But you're making it better already."
I smiled, leaning into his touch. "Let me make it even better," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. His eyes darkened, his grip on my face tightening slightly.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I stepped back, my hands going to the zipper of my dress. I pulled it off slowly, letting it pool at my feet. I stood before him in just my black belt and stockings, and I could see the effect I was having on him.
"I thought we could skip bowling tonight," I said, my voice innocent. "At least for a little while."
He took a step toward me, his hand reaching out to trace the line of my waist. "And what do you propose we do instead?" he asked, his voice low.
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "I thought we could fuck like animals," I whispered. His breath hitched, his hand tightening on my waist.
"Is that so?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I nodded, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. He groaned, his other hand reaching up to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back.
"And who's going to be in charge?" he asked, his voice a low growl. I looked up at him, my eyes locked onto him.
"You are," I whispered. His eyes darkened, his grip on my hair tightened. He pulled me in, his lips crashed down onto mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.
His tongue forced its way into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me. I moaned, my body pressing against his. He walked me backwards, his body pinning me against the wall. His hands were all over me, his touch rough and demanding.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his fingers sliding in and out of me. He pulled his fingers out, his hand going to his belt. He undid it quickly, his pants and boxers dropping to the floor.
He was hard, his cock standing at attention. I reach out, my hand wrapping around his length. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. I stroked him, my thumb brushing against the tip, spreading the precum.
He looked up at me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Suck it," he ordered, with a low voice. I moaned, my body arching towards him. He thrusted into me, his hands fisting my hair as he fucked my face. I moaned as I touched myself with one hand, my other hand digging into his buttocks.
He pulled out, only to slam back into me. His thrusts were hard. My body was moving with his, meeting his thrusts. He reached up, his hand wrapping around my throat. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against my pulse point.
"You're my slut Eve," he growled, his voice low. I nodded, my body writhing under him. He released the pressure, caressing my hair.
"You want this?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
"Yes," I hissed, my eyes meeting his. He put my legs in the air and pushed in, filling me completely. I gasped, my head falling back as he began to move, his hips slamming against mine.
"Harder," I moaned, my hands moving to his hips, pulling him against me. He growled, his hands moving to my throat, his fingers wrapping around it. He squeezed, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to make me gasp.
"You like that, don't you my slut?" he growled, his hips slamming against mine. I could only nod, my eyes meeting his. He smirked, his hand tightening slightly as he continued to fuck me, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm.
He flipped me over, positioning me on all fours. He entered me from behind, his cock filling me completely. I moaned, the pleasure sending waves of ecstasy through me. He pounded into me, his hips slapping against my ass.
"Faster," I begged, my nails digging into the sheets. "Harder!"
He complied, his thrusts becoming brutal. I could feel every inch of him, could hear the wet sounds of our bodies meeting.
"You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his hand wrapping around my neck. I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure.
"Yes," I whimpered, my orgasm building. "Yes, oh god, yes, fuck me!"
He came with a roar, his cock pulsing inside me. I collapsed onto the bed.
"We should probably get ready," I say, my voice soft. He nods, his eyes locked onto mine.
We got ready quickly, our bodies still humming with our shared pleasure. We met our friends at the bowling alley, our hands entwined, our eyes locked onto each other. The night was young, but our encounter had left us both satisfied, both eager for more.
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