“You’re wearing a lot of clothes.”

Duncan smiled at his girl, recovered from her non-bout of morning sickness, who was now lying on her back in the center of her bed in nothing but lingerie that had his mind reeling. She was waving her finger up and down at him, as if he was in twelve layers and a thick winter coat, as opposed to the jeans and T-shirt he was actually wearing. “You think?”

“Compared to me, yeah.” She smiled at him, and moved her finger so that it was no longer waving at him but stroking along the cup of her purple lace bra. It was a coy move and hot-as-hell, watching as she hooked her index finger inside and lowered it just enough to reveal her hardened nipple to his eyes.

“So, you’re definitely feeling better, then?” he asked, needing to make sure she was ready for what he had in store. Which, honestly, was mostly just a lot of kissing.

And touching.

And caressing.

Okay, yeah, and fucking.

After all, they’d just verbally confirmed their relationship. Now it was time to do it physically. And after that, they could become Facebook official.

That was as good as married, these days.

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, the exasperated noise making him laugh, “I’d be feeling a lot better if you’d get naked and get in this bed with me. Your girlfriend.”

“You like calling yourself that, huh?”

“Hmm?” She didn’t respond, instead moving her hand from her breasts down, circling her belly button, and continuing to the waist of her panties. “Maybe I won’t wait for you to get undressed.”

Andrew swallowed, a thick lump forming in his throat at the same time as his dick thickened behind the denim of his jeans. “Touch yourself, Kitten.”

That she understood his command was a near miracle, given that his voice was barely a croak. Shit, he needed to get control of himself, but the visual she was giving him—her blonde curls laid out over her pillow, breasts pushed up in her purple bra, one of which was spilling over from where she’d played with it.

And that hand.

It was pushing underneath the elastic of her panties, and the way his view of exactly what she was doing was hidden by the material somehow only made it hotter. More obscene.

He groaned, placing a hand over his straining cock, stroking himself through the rough material and staring, intently, unwaveringly at the movement of her fingers. “Fuck, yes.”

“Take of your pants, Andrew. Now.” Her words were demanding, but her voice was pure sex kitten.

And he wasn’t going to keep her waiting. His Kitten wanted his pants off—they were gone in the blink of an eye. His shirt, the same.

Soon, he was kneeling on the end of the bed, his eyes still locked on that spot between her legs, focused on that hand that was doing to her all the things he wanted to be doing. “My turn?” he asked, reaching forward to take over, only to be rewarded with a small slap to halt him.

“Nuh-uh. You made me wait. Now, you watch.”

Jesus Christ.

“Can I”—he cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the need that had his vocal chords constricting—“can I?” He gestured at his erection, a bead of pre-cum formed on the tip proof of exactly how turned on he was.

He’d never before asked permission in the bedroom. He’d always given the commands, had always taken what was freely given—control—but he found in this moment, he didn’t care who was in charge, as long as a hand was stroking him.

Soon.

She nodded through a moan, closing her eyes briefly in enjoyment before letting them spring open to watch him. He gave her a show, first gripping his tip, using the moisture that had formed there to glide his hand down to the base and back up again.

It felt good. Nearly too good. The combination of her watching him while touching herself made the experience heady—though perhaps that had to do with the fact all his blood had rushed to his dick.

“So hard,” Ashton murmured, echoing his thoughts. “I want.”

He smiled at her about-face—she’d been torturing him when she’d started rubbing her fingers over her clit, and lower, but now she was the one looking tortured. Shaking his head while mouthing “No,” he released himself and gripped the sides of her panties, making short work of sliding them down her thighs so he had an unobstructed view of her pussy.

It was wet, glistening with her arousal and his mouth watered at the thought of licking her there. Instead, he brought one hand back to his cock to stroke again, faster this time, while the other came to rest on her thigh, forcing her legs a little wider. He gave Ashton a small nod, a non-verbal command that she keep going.

And she did. He jacked himself as she used two fingers to circle her clit, dipping them down to her entrance and pressing them inside, fucking herself while watching him tunnel his dick into his hand.

Over and over and over, until conscious thought fled entirely and he was nothing but sensation and need. “Ash,” he mumbled, the words warring with his need to come. To release himself over her, mark her. “Are you close?”

Her head bobbed frantically, her nod uncontrolled like the rest of her body, which twisted and twitched and turned as her climax threatened. Her fingers flew, experts at playing her own body. At giving her what she needed to come.

On some level, he knew he should stop. Still her hand on her pussy, and the one that had moved to pinch and squeeze her nipple, and replace them with his hands, with his dick, but he was too far gone.

He knew he’d never get enough. He knew he’d be able to have her again, tonight and every night, so he let himself get lost in the moment, chanting her name as his hand squeezed tighter around his dick until cum shot from the tip.

It landed on the back of her hand, her wrist and higher up, at the curve of her belly and the sight of it moving with her as she peaked, biting her lip and arching her back in pleasure, caused another wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure to wash over him.

Which was nothing compared to the feeling he got when she locked her eyes on his, raising the back of her hand to her mouth, watching him as she licked his cum away, looking like his every fantasy come to life.

Probably, he thought, because she was.