Free Her Immortal Love by Diana Castle Page A

just over.” He moved on top of her and smiled. “Now, where were we?”
    Sliding her arms up around his neck, she slid her fingers through the silky warmth of his dark hair.
    “You were just about to fuck me,” she whispered, a sexual boldness she had never felt before welling inside her.
    He grinned. Gently kneeing her thighs apart, he slipped one arm beneath her hips, smoothly lifted her up and thrust his cock deep inside her.
    She gasped. It had been over a year since a man had last been inside her. She didn’t count her dildo. Tristan’s cock strongly stretched the muscles of her pussy as he eased deeper inside her. She moaned when he began to move; slow, restrained strokes that coated his cock with her juices. He slid one hand up to her breasts. With the other he once more took hold of her wrists. He played with her nipples, rubbing and pinching them as he increased the speed of his thrusts, his other hand firm about her wrists, his hips grion between her thighs.
    She tossed her head back and forth. “Don't stop. Please, don't stop!”
    “What, sweet?” he grunted. “What don't you want me to stop?”
    “Don't stop….” She shuddered as his cock firmly pierced her pussy. “Oh, God, don't stop…fucking me.”
    He smiled down at her. “Don't worry, sweet, I’m not going to stop fucking you until you come. Until you scream.”
    He lowered his head and gripped one of her stiff nipples with his teeth. Lydia’s hips surged off the bed. Lifting her legs, she curled them around his waist and pulled him deeper inside her.
    Tristan groaned. Lydia wrapped her arms around his heaving back. As she softly whimpered toward climax, tears gathered on her lashes. In all the years she was married to Douglas, not once had she climaxed during intercourse.
    But here she was, coming in the arms of this handsome, sexy younger man. Maybe there was something to Saffron’s claims about younger men.
    “Let me hear you, sweet,” Tristan groaned, his hard body slamming against hers, his sweat slicking her skin. “Let me here you come.”
    Lydia was pretty much used to remaining quiet during sex as Douglas had preferred it that way. But as another climax tore through her, she cried out. Sensing that Tristan was now driving himself toward his own release, she dug her nails into his back as the hard bones of his pelvis ground against her softness.
    Oh, goodness.
    She climaxed again. Harder and deeper than she had before. She cried out as the hot pulses of her orgasm rippled through her. At her cries, Tristan moved faster, his cock hammering into her pussy. Then he stiffened and, with a deep, shuddering groan, collapsed heavily on top of her.
    She held him close as his body relaxed against hers. She rubbed her cheek along his warm shoulder. She’d never been fucked by any man but Douglas. He’d taken her virginity that cold November night twenty years ago in his dorm room when his roommate had gone home for the weekend and, once, they had married, she’d been with no other man but him. Now, just having had sex with Tristan, she knew it was truly over between her and Douglas. As for Tristan, was he her future? Or just a passing moment in time?
    He lifted his head from where he had buried it in her neck and looked down at her. “Are you okay?”
    Lydia's eyes widened. “What? Are you kidding? You were amazing.”
    “I was, wasn't I?” He winked at her, which assured her she hadn’t just had sex with an egotistical jerk.
    She rubbed her hands up and down his arms. “Yes, you were.”
    He touched the tip of her nose with his finger and grinned. “You weren't so bad yourself.”
    She punched him on the arm.
    He laughed, his eyes lighting up as he did so.” Shall we?”
    She blinked up at him. “What? Again?”
    He darted a glance at the condom packets on the nightstand. “Why’d you think I brought those with me?”
    She felt him hardening inside her. Younger men. She could get used to this.
    She moved her arms around his