Revenge #4 by JJ Knight Page A

nostrils to see what will happen. He swats my hand away and rolls onto his side. In this position, the snoring stops.
    Good to know.
    I curl up in front of him, my back to his body.
    We’re spooning now. I really like spooning. I’ve never had a boyfriend, so this is all new to me. It’s a wonderful feeling, with his hot skin at my back.
    He moans in his sleep and nuzzles the nape of my neck. His chin is scratchy. His leg moves, pushing between my legs. His knee strokes up and down my inner thigh.
    We’re both naked. His whole body shifts again, and my back arches. My butt presses against his hard length. I feel even more naked, if that’s possible.
    He starts kissing the back of my shoulder, while cupping my breasts with his hands. I sigh and curve back even more. He nuzzles my shoulder and neck. My body responds to his touch, as quickly as a match being struck.
    He squeezes my breasts, slipping his fingers around my hard nipples. With a little pinch, he coaxes them harder. I’m relaxed and excited, tensing and releasing with every breath.
    “Good morning,” he growls.
    “Same to you,” I whisper.
    He pulls his top hand away from my breast, strokes down my body and over my hip. He grasps me between my legs.
    My breath catches in my throat. He finds my nub and strokes me with skilled fingers. Now he’s playing me, the pleasure like the vibration of notes. As he gently strokes me, he presses himself against my lower back with more urgency.
    “Hold still,” he commands. He gets a condom and returns to the same position, spooning me. I can feel the squeaky friction of the condom against my lower back. He returns his hand to between my legs, and in a few seconds I’m in bliss again.
    Just as I’m about to go over the edge and climax, he moves his body down. He presses the tip inside me. I’m so wet from him touching me that he slides in easily. He restrains himself to just the tip. Most of his length is still between my thighs. I’m surprised by how good this amount feels.
    He loops his arm over my side and finds the place for his fingers from that direction. I moan and steady my hips, unsure of how to move. He whispers for me to relax and let him do everything. I lower my eyelids halfway and settle into a comfortable state. The soft pillowcase feels good under my cheek. The sheets are luxurious. The hotel room in the early morning light is gorgeous.
    My body is suspended in a state of aching anticipation.
    He keeps rocking into me, each precious thrust allowing him deeper.
    I can feel the tension in his entire body rising. He’s impossibly hard inside me.
    My breath catches as I start to peak. One more swirl of his fingers and one more plunge inside, and I explode.
    I reach back with one hand. I grab his hip as I bear down on him. I gasp and moan over how amazing he is, my voice trailing off into giggles.
    He murmurs something that sounds like a question. I’m not sure what he’s asking, but I say yes.
    He pulls out of me, and I hear the elastic snap of the condom being removed.
    I’m on my side, and he rolls me onto my stomach, face down. I listen carefully, unsure what’s happening next.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he growls. “The curve of your hips, and your back, and that ass, oh that ass.”
    One of his hands sweeps down the center of my spine, and then squeezes one cheek and then the other. He strokes his palm back up my spine again to play in the space between my shoulder blades.
    His breathing gets ragged, and I feel something land on my back. Hot and wet. I bury my face against my pillow and hold still.
    After a moment, he says, “So beautiful.”
    He grabs some tissues and cleans my back.
    I roll back over and look at his face for the first time since he woke up.
    He’s sitting cross-legged on the bed. I put my hand on his thigh and caress his skin. He has some dark hairs on his calves, but this part of his leg is almost smooth.
    “That was really sexy,” I tell him. “Did you have your