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says. “With you, I’m up for anything at all.”
    I melt at his soft words, realizing that it is up to me to take charge, me to set the tone for our new sexual relationship. He is simply too nice, too kind, too much of a gentleman to make the first moves. It’s in him … I’ve experienced that part of him, but his deep down goodness is getting in his way.
    Boldly, I put my hand on his thigh . His muscles tense and he inhales quickly. I squeeze and feel the strength beneath my hands as I work my fingers down his knee. On the return trip up his leg, he glances over at me and his blue eyes darken. That’s all I need to become more daring. I run my hand between his legs and over the bulge in his pants.
    “Kate,” he breathes. “What are you doing?”
    “Adding a dash of spice,” I say as I lean over and lay my head on his shoulder.
    My shaking fingers reach his belt and slowly unbuckle it, force the button apart and slowly ease down the zipper. He lifts his hips up to help me and soon all that is left between his erection and me is the soft cloth of his boxer shorts.
    Easing the material aside, I find skin … hard but soft, and I begin to stroke his length up and down. A bead of moisture appears at the top, and I can’t resist moving my head down to lick it away.
    His deep throaty growl seems to erupt from his toes, as one hand leaves the wheel and finds its way into my hair.
    “We’ll have an accident , you’ve got to stop,” his shaky voice says even as he pushes my head back down into his lap. I smile … Jekyll and Hyde … the good man and bad boy … at war in our SUV. Who will win?
    I open my mouth and suck on the head, flicking my tongue around the smooth edge. I press down further, taking more of him into my mouth and then begin a steady pace of up and down. I suck hard, using my tongue, allowing it to twirl and whirl around his hardness.
    A truck passes by and honks its horn. I don’t care, let them watch … and the realization that I really don’t care, that fucking my man with my mouth is more important than what the world thinks is a complete and total surprise. I’ve never done this before, have always shied away from displays of public affection, but here I am giving a blow job to my husband on a busy highway in broad daylight.
    “ Slut,” the Bitch in My Head snarls at me.
    “ You’re doing great ,” purrs my Inner Goddess. Once again, my voices are competing against each other. Who will win, I wonder of myself this time.
    Ethan ’s hand tightens in my hair, creating a pain-pleasure mixture that sends bolts of lightning into the apex of my thighs. That delicious feeling spurs me on, and I increase my speed, with Grandma Sex Goddess’ words ringing in my ear.
    “Pressure, warmth and wetness is the key , my dear,” Grandma had explained just before demonstrating the proper blow job technique on a thick, skin-colored dildo. “Hold your hand close to your mouth for pressure and allow the warmth and wetness of your mouth do the rest.”
    Up and down, up and down, with my tongue twirling and mouth sucking and hand adding the pressure. The pace is frantic … his hips pick up their own speed as he thrusts deep into my throat. The head of his penis thickens, and I realize he is about to come. He pulls desperately at my head, knowing I have always had a revulsion against swallowing.
    “Had,” I think firmly. “I used to have a revulsion, but not anymore. I can do this, I can accept every part of this beautiful man.”
    When I don’t lift my head, when he realizes I am going to finish the job, a mighty roar of my name issues out of his throat as he spews forth his very essence into my mouth. He stops … completely stops moving, and I hear nothing except his desperate gasps for breath. I swallow … that wasn’t so bad … and my Inner Goddess nods her approval. I don’t dare look in the direction of the Bitch, I’m sure her head is over a toilet, gagging at the thought. I don’t care