Sexual Healing by Cairo, Allison Hobbs

always so gentle, so passionate. But this, this . . . this kiss felt so much different than all the others.
    She’d kissed him more than a thousand times over the last two years, but she couldn’t remember the tenderness in his kisses being this intense.
    What the hell was going on here?
    â€œI’ve missed you, baby,” he said in a gruff voice, his erection pressing into her stomach. Arabia attempted to pull away from him, but he held her tighter, pressing himself into her, making his intentions clear. “My dick is so hard for you. I can’t wait to make love to you.” He smoothed a hand down the side of her hair, staring down at her. “I want to be buried so deep inside you that I feel your heartbeat on the tip of my dick.”
    Arabia blinked, surprised by his words, wondering what poetry book he’d borrowed the line from. She looked up at him through her lashes, feeling sensual pleasure slog through her veins. Surprised by her body’s response to his touch, she couldn’t wait much longer, either. She needed this. Needed to make him feel like he was the only man she desired, if only for the moment.
    She caught his waist and eased up on the balls of her heels and covered his mouth with hers. He groaned into her mouth, gripping her ass and cupping her there as his tongue tangled with hers.Ravenously, Arabia licked into his mouth, tasting him; a mixture of peppermint and wet heat that caused her cunt to clench, and her juices to seep into her laced thong.
    Damn him.
    She couldn’t deny it. Theodore was extremely desirable and one hell of a sexy man. Which was why she had pursued him, preyed on him, until she was able to eventually break his resolve. Still, he hadn’t wanted to cheat. He had been committed to his marriage, even though it was loveless and sexless, ’til death did them apart.
    But . . .
    Arabia reached between them and tugged at the drawstring of his pants. She seductively slid to her knees, dragging his pants down over his narrow hips with her.
    Theodore’s dick sprung out, its tip glistening with arousal. Arabia licked her lips, then flicked her tongue along its slit, before swirling her tongue over and around the crown of his cock.
    And mmm, God—his precum tasted so sweet. She wrapped her delicate hand over his shaft and squeezed it gently in her fist, caressing it, before her tongue peeked out from between her sumptuous lips and swiped over the head of his dick.
    â€œShit, baby,” he hissed, feeling every drop of his blood rushing straight to his now-painfully-hard cock. God, she hadn’t even sucked him into her mouth— yet , and he was already about to come. “That feels so good.”
    She moaned and licked her lips. Then looked up at him through her lashes and licked him again and again, swiping the tip of her tongue along his piss slit, then wetly swirling it around his dick’s bulbous head.
    â€œUnh. Shit,” he murmured as the moist flick of her tongue caused hot pleasure to ricochet through his body. He loved her wet, velvety mouth. She was such a good dick sucker.
    Arabia leaned back a bit and took in the sight of his beautiful cock—arrow-straight, golden-brown, veiny, and thick—and prayed he wouldn’t come until she had him wedged snugly down in her neck. She gripped it, again, and cupped his scrotum.
    He grunted.
    â€œYou like that?” she asked all coy and vixen-like as she stroked him, her hand sliding up and down the length of him. She had to admit, she loved having power over his long dick.
    â€œFuck, yeah.” She kissed the tip of his dick. Then licked it, again. “Suck it, baby. Put that big dick in your mouth.” His hands delved into her hair as he tried to guide his cock into her mouth.
    Arabia looked up at him, with raised brow. He had her all kinds of fucked up. She sucked dick when she wanted to, the way she wanted to. Not when someone told her to,