Hello, Kenzo

Together, We Are Stronger

"Wake up!" I yelled as I tried hard to help Kenzo out of the car, but he was too heavy; I could not even move him an inch.

He only flinched and rolled over to the other side. My frustration kicked up, and my brows furrowed as he was too drunk to even pay attention.

"Get up, or I'll have to leave you outside, or you can see yourself out of my life and our child," I threatened, my voice filled with anger and desperation. I couldn't believe Kenzo had let his drinking problem get this bad. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized that I had reached my breaking point.

He rolled back to face me and tried so hard to move up, though it was hard for him. He let himself fall out of the car and almost crawled to our apartment. "Now you see! You should see how pathetic you look!" I cried watching him with so much desperation.

I stayed behind and begged for him to stop. I thought we were doing fine, but seeing him in this state was only breaking me. He was not doing well; it must have been so hard for him.

"Kenzo, stop! Please, stop!" as he stumbled, face flat on the ground. I rushed over to him, tears streaming down my face, and helped him, but he brushed my hand off him.

"I will be a better father; I will be a better husband."

He was crying too as he struggled to catch his breath as he struggled to lift himself and continue to crawl to our apartment. "Kenzo, please!" I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation. I couldn't bear to see him in such pain, both physically and emotionally. The weight of his promises hung heavy in the air as I watched him crawl away, feeling utterly helpless.

I rushed to catch up with him and opened the door for him. He leaned against the door by the doorstep, panting and sweating profusely, his tears mixing with the sweat on his face. I gently guided him inside, offering a shoulder for support as we made our way to the couch. His body trembled with exhaustion, and I could feel the burden he was carrying. It was as if the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders, causing him to crumble under its immense pressure.

"Stella, I'm sorry!" Kenzo mumbled as he uneasily fidgeted on the sofa.

"Stay, I'll clean you up!" I managed to breathe some words between my sobs, but it was more than a mumble.

"I'm sorry!" He tried to hold my hand but ended up puking all over.

"Kenzo!"

I knelt and let out exasperated cries; I couldn't believe what was happening. The sight of him vomiting only added to the already overwhelming emotions that were consuming me. Time seemed to stand still as the reality of the situation sank in.

"I badly wanted to give up, but I cannot, right, baby? I am sure we'll be fine!" I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination as I rubbed my stomach. As I wiped away my tears, I reminded myself that we had faced challenges before and had always come out stronger. With a deep breath, I reached out to hold Kenzo's hand and helped him up.

"Come on! We are cleaning you up!" I said, trying to sound cheerful despite the heaviness in my heart. Kenzo looked up at me with teary eyes but nodded and allowed me to lead him toward the bathroom.

I removed his clothes and let him in the tub with the cold water running. "I'll clean the living area, then I'll come back for you, OK? I'll make it quick!"

I rushed back out and cleaned up the mess in the living area as fast as I could. My mind raced with worry and concern for Kenzo. How had things gotten this bad? I couldn't help but blame myself for not noticing the signs earlier. As I scrubbed the floors, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that weighed heavily on me. I knew I had to be strong for Kenzo, but my own emotions threatened to overwhelm me.

As soon as I finished, I ran back to the bathroom, and I saw him sleeping. "Hey, baby!" I slowly crouched beside the tub and ran my hands through his hair, kissing his forehead. The guilt still lingered, but in that moment, seeing him calm, I knew I had to push past my own emotions and be there for him.

"Now, let's clean you up," I whispered as I switched on the microphone to play soothing sounds, and I removed my clothes to join him.

I picked up the body wash and began to wash his whole body, and I could feel the tension leave his muscles as he started to relax into the relaxing motions. He winced and slowly opened his eyes and blinked as he looked around blearily. I rubbed his arms and legs, and then took the body soap and began massaging his skin. When I worked my way from his toes, to his thighs, and finally, over to his shoulders, he stopped my hand and pulled me gently closer to him.

He whispered, looking intently into my eyes as he stared into mine for what felt like forever until I finally broke down and wrapped my arms tightly around him. "You're hurting so bad, I'm so sorry!" I muttered into his chest. He hugged me close as I clung onto him, holding him tightly as I continued to cry.

"No, I am sorry for being so weak!" he whispered as we both broke down into tears.

He gently helped me move, my back facing him and caressed my shoulders, then slowly down to my hips. My stomach tightened in anticipation as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against his chest, letting out a sigh of relief when he pressed soft kisses on my neck and shoulder. I relaxed further in his grip, enjoying the warm bath and gentle touch.

I heard his breathing turn raspy and heavy, and before I knew it, his hands invaded my bare chest, pleasuring me with slow, sweet, loving touches. I shuddered, moaning lightly as his fingers traced my n*****s and his lips latched on my neck.

"Kenzo~" I breathed. My heart pounded against his as we kissed passionately and his hands moved to the center of my breasts, kneading them. My moans grew louder with every sweet movement. I whimpered, unable to control myself.

Kenzo's hands went lower to my waist, and I arched my back against him, making him grind against me. He nuzzled my neck and nibbled lightly with his teeth. I moaned louder, unable to hold my excitement back any longer.

His fingers dipped into my wet folds, stroking me gently, teasing my most sensitive parts. He sucked on my collarbone, as his other hand cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it slightly while pressing against my breast harder.

His breath was warm as it tickled my earlobe. "I want you, Stella..." he murmured, his hand squeezing roughly to my core. I squirmed under his touches. I bit my lip as pleasure spread like wildfire throughout my body. I squealed at the intensity of the motion. I couldn't take it anymore. I felt him twitch and shudder violently within me. I bit my bottom lip hard, biting my tongue to keep from screaming aloud.

He helped me face him and he positioned me so that I would be fully seated on his c**k and he wouldn't have to bend over very far to reach the top of my p***y. He leaned forward and kissed me deeply as he pushed my hips forward forcefully, entering me as easily as a fish going into an aquarium.

He pushed into me slowly, savoring each inch as his hand held me firmly on the hips, keeping my body from moving any farther. He rocked his hips in rhythm with his thrusts until he felt me getting used to his pace and height. Then he quickly sped up and slammed into me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through me, filling my entire body in exquisite waves.

We both groaned in unison as our bodies became completely engulfed with passion. Our pace increased rapidly as we lost control and climaxed together. A mixture of heat and pleasure coursed through us. My orgasm was so intense, it left me completely breathless and limply limp in his hold. Kenzo remained still, taking several breaths and holding me closely, trying to get his body under control as well. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging desperately to him. The room felt quiet as if no one else could hear our moans echoing through the walls.

"Don't ever let me go!" He whispered and helped me out of the tub and went to sleep.