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There was no way clothes were being removed in this position.
My fingers found her clit, her moans landing like honey on my tongue as she undid my belt and the zipper of my jeans. I bit down on her bottom lip, sucking hard as she pulled my cock free, stroking my length hungrily.
“Put me inside you, angel,” I begged.
She made a soft sound, tangling her tongue with mine as she raised up and notched my tip through her slick folds.
She was so warm and wet. I groaned into the kiss. “Fuck, you feel so good, Kenz.” My wife was my very own slice of heaven.
I savored the catch of her breath as she impaled herself on me, hanging onto her every sound, her every tremor, because they were the only things that kept me from losing my mind at the pleasure.
When I was sunk to the hilt, pressed to her womb, and stretching her sweet cunt to its fullest, she dipped her head next to mine, panting. I inhaled her bare vanilla scent, filling myself with her just like she’d filled herself with me.
“Time to show me how good you can ride your husband’s cock,” I rasped, my hand gripping her hips and giving them a little upward pressure.
That was all it took for her to move.
Up and down she worked along my bare cock, rolling her hips each time I was rooted deep and rubbing her clit over the coarse nest of hair at my groin. Meanwhile, her mouth held over mine, our tongues meeting in frantic swipes between heavy breaths.
The way we moved was too rough to keep kissing. The slap of our hips as we came together too hard and too hungry. My heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest. The way she took my cock it was as though she was made for me. Molded to every ridge and vein in order to draw out maximum pleasure.
“Fuck, I love you,” I ground out. I’d never wanted anything—anyone the way I did her.
Kenzie lifted up slightly, her movements pausing as her hands braced on my chest, digging the fabric of my shirt into my skin. “I love you, too.”
Her eyes glittered the way they held mine, a promise of forever.
“Move,” I ordered, roughly.
This time, she pushed back, allowing me to sink even deeper inside her pussy and hit her G-spot—a sweet whimper bursting from her lips as I did.
Emotion clawed at my chest. It had never been like this before. Each time a new layer—a new barrier peeled back between us, the way we came together changed. But this time… this time, there were no more barriers. It was only the two of us. Two selfless hearts who’d done everything to try and make this marriage about anything but what it was—love.
She clutched my shirt like it was her reins, tugging on the fabric as she ground her hips to mine, burying my cock to the hilt with each drive. Her movements grew frantic, my hands having to guide her hips as her head tipped back, her body clawing for the orgasm that was almost in reach.
“I love you,” I ground out and slid my hand to where we were joined, finding her clit and squeezing it tighter as she lowered herself once more, giving her the most pressure when my cock rubbed her G-spot.
“Zeke!”She shattered over the edge of her orgasm with a sweet cry that filled the car.
Her body convulsed around mine as I thrust into her clenching heat once last time, a ragged curse tearing from my mouth as I came hard. The cabin of the Jeep filled with our moans and heavy breaths for long minutes until Kenzie collapsed on my chest, and I held her to me.
After several minutes, I found her left hand and held it up, my fingers entwining with hers and the rings we both wore.
I’d fallen in love with her. There were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. And I was going to take every day to prove to her that our temporary solution was something I didn’t want to live without.
Like the Eiffel Tower in the middle of Paris. It was supposed to come down when the World’s Fair was done, never meant to be more than a fleeting entertainment. Until it wasn’t. Until it was the most iconic piece of the Parisian skyline.
I cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. She was my Eiffel Tower. The most iconic piece of my life. And no matter what happened, I wasn’t going to let her go.
* * *
The first thingI did the next morning was text Addy that we needed to talk. It was time my sister understood—time I let her understand.
“Thanks for coming,” I said gruffly, joining my sister at the table in the front corner of Roasters coffee shop.
Addy looked like she hadn’t slept a wink last night, and I wasn’t surprised. Neither of us carried the weight of guilt well
“Don’t thank me,” Addy replied, standing and hugging me tight. “I was a giant bitch.”
