Younger Man Older Woman Romance Novels & Stories

I meant every word. Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her chest. She pulled back and slapped me, tears welling up in her eyes. "Don’t do this to me. I’m scared I might fall in love with you. "You’ve been on my mind since I last saw you. But why? Why would I fall for my son’s friend?" Hearing this, I felt my resolve strengthen. I held her tightly. "Is it because of the age difference?" Seeing Claire nod, I pressed, "Does that really matter? If we care about each other, why should age get in the way?"

“Oh, are you her employer? All right, I understand, sir. I just want to ask for help so that her husband brings my basket." His cheeks were getting redder. “I said she is not married. She doesn't have a husband yet and only has a mate. But that man is not her mate. Her mate is…” “Alright, alright!” The old woman interrupted. Looked like I was not the only person who couldn't stand the nagging Alpha Cedric. She trudged on and screamed when she saw a young man approaching her with an old man. "Oh, you came with my husband?" The young man carried the old woman's basket while she was holding hands with an old man whom I believed was her husband. They went hand in hand, get along very well, and l

It explained why he was hardly down except to discuss and eat with them. Her eyes caught a picture of a young woman smiling brightly into the camera with a baby in her arms. The muscular arms of a tall man with a firm look and a slight tilt of his lips were woven around them. If it wasn't for the look on his face, no one would've guessed he was older than her by a decent amount of years. The face of the young woman showed no worry, appearing to be free of stress, unlike that of the man, which displayed the mark left behind by experience.

All around her was a cloud of light, hazy smoke. “Take care of it,” the man urged as he stroked his cock. He grumbled, frustrated. “What is that old man up to?” he inquired, running his hand through his unruly hair. “I still want to fuck that girl; I like them when they’re young and innocent.” “You realize you can’t have her.” “Why not? She married him despite the age difference between them. She’s a gold digger and seems to have a thing for older guys.”

The man was a few hundred years old and he just said that he had only been with one woman. I blinked at him. “One.” Slipping his hand to the back of my neck, he captured my lips in a slow kiss that weakened my knees even more. His kiss was different than Keiran's. A lot different, but in a good way. The gasp that fell from my lips was swallowed by him when he gripped the back of my thighs and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist which was an action I instantly regretted. My pussy was pressed to his lower stomach.

While his good looks were above question, Renee also found his face familiar. He tried to turn down the woman's company even as he blushed slightly. "Sorry, I'm meeting a friend…" "Where are they? No one's around," the woman countered. She was at least in her forties, but there were faint wrinkles on her neck despite her decent upkeep. "Oh, he's, uh…" Clearly shy, the man smiled awkwardly before turning to leave. Probably liking the puppyish nature of the man, the older woman strode up to cut him off and pressed, "Come on, kid. Are you going to reject me so quickly? Now you're just breaking my heart…"

He was probably the same age as the girl. He kissed the back of the woman's shoulder and she turned around to kiss him. A sweet passionate kiss of young lovers in the dusk. He put his hand on the small of her back, she leaned closer to him. Their skin brushed against each other, she lifted one leg up and a wide smile bloomed across her face. They laughed at something he whispered in her ear. Olivia smiled. Young love was probably the only thing she missed from her younger years. They look like a handsome couple. Fresh out of college probably, or slightly older, but for them to be able to afford that trip, they must've come from a rich family, she thought.

“Yeah, because sharing the bedroom antics of past partners is a real turn on.” “You don’t have to go into detail. I’m interested. Was there someone?” He sighs. “Well… When I was in my early twenties, I dated an older woman for a while.” “What was her name?” “Gillian.” I don’t remember her. “When you say older…” “She was thirty-four. Ten years older than I was at the time. She was a yoga instructor, and I met her at the gym. We had a fling for a few months.”

His movements were akin to a cat’s, light and traceless. Inside the house. The old woman rushed to her son’s room and whispered, “Son, I’m telling you, if you don’t plan on making such a good girl yours, you probably won’t have the chance in the future.” The young man could not help getting nervous. He said, “Nonsense. I saved her life, and she said she would repay me. Once she gets better, I’ll consummate our relationship.” “But I met a man today. He was asking me about the girl. I think that man is pretty handsome. If you don’t plan on doing anything anytime soon, I’m afraid you won’t have the chance later.”

Addictive. Before I knew it, I leaned forward, my lips trembling, almost believing—almost needing—that familiar savoring taste of him. I pressed my mouth against the portrait. And that was when the door flung open and a woman—maybe in her sixties, with a face like a wrinkled apple—and a young man—barely in his twenties, still breathing like he had run a marathon, stumbled into the room. They froze. I froze too. My lips were still smashed against Caspian’s lips in the portrait.