Free Her Immortal Love by Diana Castle

pushed them apart and lapped at her cunt.
    She exploded in a molten sensation of total and utter release. Her climax gushed hotly through her, a foaming wave of pure pleasure. She climaxed again, her heels digging deep into the mattress, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Ever since her divorce, her only orgasms had been self-inflicted.
    It felt utterly marvelous to finally come as a result of being pleasured by a man. Especially a handsome, younger man who seemed to know a lot about how to eat pussy.
    Tristan moved his head from between her quivering thighs. Before she could say a word, he slid up her body, cupped her head in both his hands and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. He thrust his tongue deep into the warm recesses of her mouth in the same way he had thrust it inside her cunt. His groin lay moistly atop of hers, the hard length of his cock pressing against her leg.
    She wrapped her arms about his neck and returned his kiss just as greedily, just as hungrily. When was the last time she’d kissed anyone like this? She couldn’t remember. She didn’t think she ever had. Tristan’s kiss consumed her, burned her. She moaned passionately against his mouth, their tongues twisting against each other in a fiery dance of lust.
    He lifted his head and looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire.
    “Now?” he whispered.
    Lydia’s breath rasped in her chest and she was about to say, yes, now, please, yes!
    Then she remembered. Protection.
    Wasn’t she supposed to ask him to wear a condom? She doubted she could get pregnant but there was still AIDS. There were still STDs.
    Noting her hesitation, his eyebrows lifted. “What’s wrong...?” He stopped, a look of chagrin falling across his face. “Damn. I’m sorry. I completely forgot.”
    He quickly rose from the bed. “I think I have...” He stopped then nodded. “Yes. I do.” He smiled and pointed at her. “Don’t go anywhere.”
    He strode from the bedroom and into the hallway. She pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down at her naked body; her breasts, her stomach, her pussy. The pussy that Tristan had so expertly pleasured with his fingers and mouth. She was still feeling sweet aftershocks from her climaxes. And what climaxes they had been! She smiled and threw back her head, her hair tumbling down her back.
    And now she was about to be fucked. And not just by anyone. She was going to get fucked by a younger man who also happened to be the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on. And he wanted her. He wanted a woman whose husband of seventeen years had left her for a far younger woman.
    Saffron would be so proud of her.
    Tristan returned to the bedroom holding what Lydia could see were condom packets.
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I honestly forgot.” He laid a couple of the foil packets on the nightstand. The one he still held he ripped open and pulled out the condom. “It’s been sometime since I had to use these.”
    She wondered what he meant by sometime. Weeks? Months? She doubted it was years. She couldn’t imagine anyone as good-looking as him going very long without a lover.
    “Were you in a relationship?” she asked before she could stop herself.
    But that wasn’t the question. The question was how long ago had it been? She didn’t think she was up to dealing with any emotional baggage from a recent, former girlfriend. She’d watched Saffron deal with that and it wasn’t pleasant.
    He slid the condom down his cock. “I was. But it’s over.” He climbed back on the bed. “Better now?” he asked, smiling.
    Lydia didn’t want to pry, but she was curious about this relationship he’d mentioned. Saffron had warned her that once she started dating she had to be careful of men who were on the rebound from past relationships.
    “Did it...end badly?” she asked.
    He quirked a dark brow at her. Fearing she had crossed the line, she started to apologize, but he spoke before she could.
    “No, not badly. It’s