Page 91 of Reluctantly Rogue

“Keep those gorgeous eyes open and on us,” he says. “You close your eyes, it all stops.”

I swallow and nod.

The buzzing resumes, with him dragging it down over my mound, making small circles, but still not low enough to hit my clit.

He runs a hand down one of my thighs. “Right here,” he says as he gives me a little pinch and I gasp. “I’m going to mark you right here.” It’s a spot high on my inner thigh. Obviously, no one but me will ever see it and it makes a hot swirl of need go through me.

“Oh yes,” I say, unable to keep the words in.

He gives me a very pleased smirk in the mirror.

His hand travels up, and he finally cups my pussy. “Want to mark this too.”

With his hot hand cupping me and the vibrator just above my clit, my entire pelvis clenches, and I feel myself get even wetter.

“Oh, God,” I half moan, half gasp.

“Definitely will take a little nip here,” he says, pinching one of my outer folds.

It sends a shock of sensation through me. Then he tugs, opening me.

“Goddamn, Duchess, your pussy is so gorgeous,” he rasps.

I don’t know what to say to that. I don’t know if that’s a compliment that you say thank you to. Which is fine, considering I don’t have any oxygen in my lungs to form words.

Then he drags the vibrator down over my mound, my clit, pausing there only momentarily, and then down to my opening. He circles it with the tip.

“So wet, so needy. You need some pressure here. This little thing isn’t gonna do any good,” he tells me.

I shake my head from side to side, only vaguely registering what he’s saying. He’s saying something about me needing more down there, and that is true.

I haven’t had sex before, but I know how it works. This empty aching inside? I very much want Jonah to use his cock to make that feel better.

“Need more,” I tell him.

“Oh, I know, baby, I’m going to give you what you need,” he says.

He circles my opening and then slides the vibrator partway inside. I whimper. The sensation is nice, but it’s definitely not enough. Then he turns the vibrations up.

I grip his thigh. “Jonah!”

“I’ve got you,” he promises. “You just let go and feel. Whenever you need to come. I’ll tease you later.”

I don’t know what that means, but I shift against his hand and the vibrator. It’s not enough though. I want the vibrations against my clit.

“Move it up,” I plead. “My clit. Please.”

“God you’re magnificent,” he tells me against my neck, his beard against my skin sending sensation skittering down my arm and across my chest, tightening my nipples further. “I love that you’ll tell me what you need.”

“You need to listen,” I say, squeezing his thighs.

He chuckles against my neck, then moves the vibrator. Suddenly it’s pressing against my clit.

“There?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp, with pleasure and relief.

“You still need more,” he says against my ear. “You need to be filled up.”

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