1 Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, “Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?”

2 The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden,

3 but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’”

4 “You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman.

5 “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”

6 When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

7 Then their eyes were opened, and they saw each other anew—naked, bare, alive in ways they had never known. And so it was in Eden, where the sun hung low and golden, that Adam and Eve stood beneath the Tree of Knowledge. The apple’s taste lingered on their tongues, sharp and sweet, its juice drying sticky on their skin.

8 Eve stepped forward, her feet sinking into the soft moss, her skin glowing, a warm honeyed tan. Her breasts swayed gently, full and heavy, the dark tips soft against her flesh. Her hair spilled down her back, brushing the curve of her hips, and she felt the breeze slip between her thighs where a faint heat began to stir.

9 Adam watched her, his breath hitching in his broad chest. His bronze skin gleamed with sweat, his dark hair falling in waves to his shoulders. His eyes burned, tracing her form—her shoulders, her waist, the soft mound of her belly. His manhood twitched, thickening against his thigh, the skin stretching tight as blood rushed hot and fast.

10 And Eve saw him, her lips parting in a soft gasp. His arms were strong, his chest broad and dusted with dark hair that trailed down to his navel. Below, his length stood firm, rising proud, the tip flushed and glistening. A flush crept up her neck, and she took another step, the heat of their bodies mingling in the stillness.

11 Then Eve reached out, her fingers trembling as they brushed Adam’s arm. His skin was warm, firm, the faint hairs prickling under her touch. He shivered, a ripple running through him, and lifted his hand to her face, tracing her jaw, then down her neck where the apple’s juice had left a sticky trail.

12 She tilted her head, baring her throat, and he followed the path—past her collarbone, over the swell of her breast, stopping just above the dark circle of her nipple. Her breath caught, a sharp intake, and her chest rose, pressing closer to his touch.

13 Adam’s hand lingered, his thumb brushing the edge of her nipple, and it hardened under his touch, a tight peak against the softness of her flesh. Eve’s eyes fluttered, a low hum of wonder escaping her throat, and she stepped nearer still, her bare breasts grazing his chest, the contact sending a jolt through them both.

14 His hands slid to her shoulders, gripping lightly, and she felt the strength in his fingers, the tremor of his own need. Her nipples rubbed against him, stiff and sensitive, and he groaned, a deep, ragged sound that echoed in the quiet of Eden.

15 And so they stood, pressed close, their nakedness a revelation. Eve’s hands moved, tentative at first, tracing the lines of his chest. Her fingers splayed over his skin, feeling the beat of his heart, then dipped lower, past the hard plane of his stomach, pausing at the edge of the dark hair below his navel.

16 Adam’s eyes darkened, his length pulsing as her hand hovered near. He reached for her too, his fingers sliding down her back, over the curve of her spine, resting on the swell of her hips. His touch was fire, and she arched into it, her body alive with a hunger she couldn’t name.

17 They laughed then, a nervous, bubbling sound that broke the tension, but it faded fast. Eve’s hand brushed his thigh, the inner skin soft and warm, and Adam’s breath hitched again. He pulled her closer, their hips nearly touching, and she felt the heat of him, the hard length pressing against her belly.

18 Her own heat answered, a slick warmth blooming between her thighs, and she shifted, parting her legs just enough to feel the air tease her there. Her inner thighs trembled, the sensation sharp and new, and she pressed her lips together, stifling a moan.

19 Adam’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Their breaths mingled, hot and fast, their noses brushing, lips so close they could taste each other’s air.

20 Eve tilted her face, her lips grazing his, soft and fleeting, and he chased the touch, pressing harder. Their mouths met—clumsy, eager, a tangle of lips and breath—tasting the apple’s sweetness, their naked bodies trembling with the first flames of desire.

21 And it came to pass beneath a fig tree, its broad leaves casting dappled shadows, that Eve stepped closer still, her breasts heaving, nipples stiffening in the breeze. She pressed her mouth to his again, soft at first, then fierce, tongues flicking out to meet, sliding together in a dance of heat and hunger.

22 Adam’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her tight against him, her breasts flattening against his chest. Her nipples scraped his skin, sending jolts of fire through her veins. She rocked into him, feeling his length press hard against her belly, hot and throbbing, and her thighs parted, the slickness there coating her skin.

23 His tongue plunged deeper, claiming her mouth, and she sucked it lightly, drawing a growl from his throat. Their breaths came fast, lips swollen and slick when they broke apart, and Eve’s hands wandered, splaying over his chest, brushing his nipples until they tightened under her touch.

24 Adam gasped, a sharp sound of surprise, and she lingered, circling them with her thumbs, marveling at his shudder. Her hand dipped lower, closing around his length, warm and firm in her grip. He groaned, hips jerking, the tip weeping a bead of moisture that smeared across her fingers.

25 Then Adam’s hands answered, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples until they stood tight and aching. Eve arched, a cry slipping free, and he squeezed gently, feeling their heat. His fingers trailed lower, over her belly, then slipped between her thighs, finding her wet and warm.

26 She guided him, parting her legs, and he stroked her there, clumsy but bold, his fingers grazing the tender nub hidden in her folds. Eve gasped, hips bucking, and he pressed deeper, slipping inside where she was molten and tight. She moaned, loud and free, her thighs trembling around his hand.

27 And so they pressed closer, sweat mingling where their bodies met. Eve’s grip tightened on him, sliding slow and firm, feeling him throb in her hand. Adam’s fingers moved within her, and she rocked against his touch, chasing the ache building low, her cries blending with his grunts.

28 He pulled his hand free, slick with her, and tasted her—a musky sweetness that darkened his eyes. Eve kissed him hard, tasting herself on his tongue, and her hand moved faster, stroking him until he swelled, his hips thrusting into her grip, a raw groan breaking free.

29 So it was beneath the fig tree that their desire took root, their naked bodies pressed tight, the garden bearing witness to their hunger. The sun sank lower, and they stood panting, eyes locked, their skin alive with every touch, every breath.

30 And they wandered from the fig tree to a place where a waterfall roared, its mist rising cool against the day’s heat. Eve knelt in the water, her hands sliding up Adam’s thighs, and leaned in, her breath hot against his length. She kissed the tip, then took him in, her tongue swirling slow and wet.