make my way down the hallway, setting it on the kitchen counter once I get there.
“Is this actually happening?” I ask Wade as I move behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his neck. “Are you actually cooking dinner tonight?”
Yeah, I realize to the casual observer that question sounds a bit condescending, but that’s really not what I’m going for here. Ordinarily, Wade enjoys cooking, and I like helping him out with chopping and dicing and whatever; but with a newborn and a six-year-old taking up all our time and energy lately, we haven’t exactly been putting much effort into our dinner routine. It’s basically been takeout and frozen dinners my mom’s been making for us.
Wade grins. “Uh huh. Baxter’s at your brother’s place hanging out with Wyatt…”
“And Ari?”
“Asleep. I figured you’d be home by the time she needs anything.”
“Good thinking. So what are we having?” I still have my arms around him and as I talk, I trail more kisses along his neck.
“Nothing fancy,” he says with a soft rasp in his voice. “Just bolognaise.”
“Mmm…I love your bolognaise. I especially love how it needs to simmer,” I say, practically purring the last word as my hand moves south, palming the outside of his sweats over his rapidly hardening cock.
“Jesus, B…”
This is it. This is our moment. With one kid out and the other asleep, it’s too good an opportunity to waste.
“What time did she go down?” I murmur.
Wade’s eyes flick to the clock on the wall opposite the kitchen. “About twenty minutes ago.”
“So we have about fifteen minutes minimum. An hour at the most…”
“B—”
“Shh…I can do a lot in fifteen minutes, Andy.”
He chuckles, tilting his head back to brush a kiss over my lips. “You’re such a romantic.”
“Oh, just watch me, babe. I’m going to romance the fuck out of this ass. With my dick.” I step back from him, giving said ass a playful slap, before reaching up into the cupboard above the refrigerator to retrieve a bottle of lube that’s been gathering dust.
When I turn around, I see Wade is no longer at the stove and is instead braced against the kitchen counter, his sweats already pulled down around his thighs revealing that incredible ass I can’t wait to get inside of.
With a grin, I step forward and brush my lips over his cheek. “You are so fucking perfect. Have I told you that lately?”
“Mmm…probably. But you’re on the clock, B, so…”
Right. Less talking…
I press one last quick kiss to his cheek before getting to work prepping his ass. I don’t spend much time on it; as he said, we’re on the clock, and after more than a year together I know Wade doesn’t mind being fucked with minimal prep.
I pull my fingers out and quickly apply some lube to my cock before lining up with his hole and thrusting forward, piercing his ring.
“Jesus…fuck,” I say with a groan as I push farther inside. I wrap my arms tight around him and rest my head against his shoulder; the sensation of being inside him again after so long is almost too overwhelming to bear.
“Fuck, B…Jesus…” Wade groans. I can see his grip on the counter is white-knuckled, his whole body seeming to tremble as I start fucking him in hard, powerful strokes.
I slide my hands under his sweater, over the heated skin of his chest. He groans again as I start tweaking his nipples, the sound going straight to my balls.
“Fuck, Andy, you feel so good,” I tell him, barely able to get the words out through a breathless gasp. “Missed this so fucking much.”
I wouldn’t trade what we have for the world; the family Wade and I have built together is the most perfect thing I’ve ever done in my life and I’ll protect it until my dying breath. But being inside him like this just makes it abundantly clear how important it is for us to carve out time for ourselves as well. Wade and I go far deeper than our physical connection, but that doesn’t mean that connection’s not important. We need to be able to make love, even if it is just in stolen fifteen minute blocks like this.
As if reading my mind, Wade reaches his arm back to wrap around my neck and, tilting his head back, claims my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. “I love you so much,” he murmurs.
“Love you too, Andy. So fucking much.”
I reach down to wrap my hand around his