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don’t take my eyes of his. Very deliberately I wash and kiss across his pelvis, missing that part of him hardening and twitching as I bypass it. Down the firm line of his thighs. Up the inside. First with soapy hands. Then I run my tongue to the base of his cock, but I lift and let my hands rest on his sides as I lay my cheek against his lower abdomen.
    I nuzzle my cheek against him and his fingers move in my hair, lightly stroking me, asking for nothing, and tender. There are times we are so gentle and giving with each other—even in these moments of sexual rising—that I feel like my insides have been sucked out and into him.
    “I love the feel of your touch,” he whispers, and I grasp him lightly, in a feather glide, teasing the hard length of him with my fingers. His eyes close and I place my lips around him.
    “I want to make love to you,” he says through ragged breathes. I suck harder. He groans. Then I tease the tip with my tongue and swallow him fully.
    “Stop, Linda. I want to be inside you,” he murmurs, but I suck harder, flicking with my tongue, and he doesn’t move to stop me. I clamp my mouth around him, letting my tongue twirl around his cock, teasing, then moving away from that little spot near the head of his erection that gives me instant control over him.
    I feel his fingers in my hair, trying to ease me off him. No Jack, you need a good blow job. You’re fucking tense as hell. I don’t like this uncharacteristic tension beneath the surface of him, but I sure as hell know how to get rid of it.  I suck harder, pushing him deeper.
    “Linda…” he moans, even as I feel his body flex within my hands holding onto him, his eyes widening as he thrusts into my mouth.
    His hands grip my hair. He cries out and stills. My mouth lightens around him as I swallow and then I kiss my way slowly up until I’m standing. I touch my lips to the underside of his jaw and smile. It’s not an act I usually enjoy, but with Jack there is no sexual act I don’t enjoy. How could I not love this with Jack, I wonder, staring at his closed-eyes-content expression, feeling him melt into peacefulness against me, feeling myself fully turned-on by my own power and giving him carnal pleasure.
    “There. Loose, and ready to go on stage,” I whisper, satisfied with my success.
    His eyes open and glitter at me. He frowns, studying me speculatively. I tense. He doesn’t look like a man who has just gotten a blow job. What nerve have I hit in him now?
    He steps out of the shower and wraps a towel around his waist. His cock is tame, but something tells me that Jack is not. The most even-tempered man I’ve ever known is lately like walking a mine field. Jack’s mood is volatile tonight.
    After I shut off the water, he hands me a towel and goes back to the rack for another one to dry his hair with. Silence. I grab a second towel for myself, bend over in a movement that conveys I’m starting to get a touch irritated as well, and wrapped it around my damp curls. When I toss my head back up, securing the towel, I notice he’s moved away from me to the sink and is brushing his teeth. He fills his mouth with water and even the way he swishes it around in his cheeks says he’s not happy at present with me.
    OK, Jack, message received.
    “Why are you pissed off?”
    “I’m not,” he says complacently and starts to comb out his golden, wavy hair. After he drops the comb onto the counter, he runs his fingers through his hair and then turns to look appraisingly at me. “You shouldn’t have gotten your hair wet. We’ve only got about twenty minutes.”
    I grab his comb. “Well pardon me for being willing to take one for the team.”
    His blue eyes sharpen and meet me in the mirror. “Is that what you’re doing here, Linda? Taking one for the team?” He says that through practically gritted teeth.
    The color drains from my face. That was harsh and unkind. But I did phrase my flippant remark stupidly, a loaded comment full of