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Empowered: Sonya will be available on Kindle and Smashwords (Kobo, Nook, I-phone, pdf…).
I chose today’s spoiler because the numbers haven’t given you a sexy one. As it is the final one, I have made it a little longer.
Tomorrow will be the official spoiler and blurb release. So EXCITED.
Empowered: Sonya, Random Spoiler 7
Graham leaned towards her and winked as he picked up the nightie from the end of the bed.
“Why don’t you use the bathroom first?”
When she came back, his only reaction was in his eyes, those eyes.
“Now, you make yourself comfortable while I use the bathroom.”
Quickly, she slipped under the duvet.
(Do I take the nightie off?)
Too late. Graham was back, undressed down to his boxer shorts. The thought of what they were hiding gave her a moment of apprehension. He stayed still, letting her look until she relaxed.
“Ready?” he asked. “Or do you want me to leave?”
She shook her head.
(I want you. But how.)
“Ok, lights off now or later.”
She was still staring at his bulging boxers.
“Before or after I get undressed?”
(Oh my, oh my.)
Sonya felt her body shake with something stupendous. It could be embarrassment, and fear. Yes, there definitely was fear, but she resisted asking him to turn the light off immediately.
(Did I really say that?)
When he reached for the waistband, she realised she had. So she watched. His erection was so powerful he had to free it before he was able to drop the boxers. Unashamedly, he stood in front of her.
She’d never realised that just the sight of an erection could have her quivering like jelly.
Then he moved to his trousers and drew out a foil packet which he placed on the bedside table.
(Wow, I’d completely forgotten about that.)
After he’d turned off the lights and slipped into bed beside her, Sonya suddenly wished she was anywhere but here.
(I can’t do this.)
But when he drew her to him and tucked her back against his front and sighed, her mind did a U-turn and she regretted not taking off the night gown.
“My sweet. You feel amazing. If this is all we do tonight, it’s already the best night of my life.”
“Don’t you want to have sex?”
The hurt she felt was as surprising as it was unexpected, robbing her of breath. She had to get away.
(Mistake. I knew it.)
“I don’t want to have sex,” Graham clarified, “because I want to make love to you.”
“Then why don’t you?”
There was a distinct wobble in her voice now.
“Because you aren’t ready. Now relax.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand, sweet?”
“You’ve had all those girls and I’m sure they all knew what they were doing. I don’t, so how can this be the best.”
“Because all the other girls were not you. They meant nothing. Rites of passage. You, you’re real.”
As if to underline that truth, his erection twitched, trapped against her back.
Instinctively, she arched her back and pushed against the tumescence, causing Graham to groan.
(I have powers.)
Which slipped her mind when Graham’s hand brushed across her stomach and settled on her breast. This time she didn’t quite freeze. Her breast swelled into his palm and she gave in. Graham held her, still but intimate, and gave her time.
Gradually, fear subsided and a sense of adventure surfaced. She arched again to test his reaction. His grip tightened for a moment before, through the material, he massaged her breasts and tugged at her nipples, changing sides, slowly, cautiously, until she felt she must surely combust.
Then her breasts went cold. His hand was gone. Moments later, new sensations had her reeling when his hand slid down her side and up her leg, under the hem of her gown until it came to rest directly on her tummy.
“Sweet, is this ok? Too fast? Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t go away,” she whispered.
“Lie on your back.”
She did, wondering what he’d do next.
He pushed the nightie up further until he’d bared her breast. Then the garment was gone and both breasts had attention. Graham’s hand was on one, his mouth on the other. Gently, he tugged, sucking one into his mouth and pinching the other with his fingers.
As amazing as this felt, Sonya became aware that her core, swollen and trembling, was rocking with need.
“Please,” she murmured, not sure what she was asking for, but there must be something to alleviate this ache, this need.