Free Veiled Desire by Alisha Rai

down. The tiny scrap didn’t even put up a protest, falling down her legs. She shifted and stepped out of it.
    “You—you’re different.” He was. She didn’t mind him seeing her dressed less than modestly. For almost a year now, she’d deigned to wear things she only wore in private around him. It was as if her subconscious knew well before she did that he was entitled to see that much of her body.
    Neither of them spoke for a minute. Mason’s hand slid up her stomach, and he cradled her breast. “Would you call me a sexist if I said that I liked that?”
    “Would you call me a sexist if I told you I didn’t want anyone but me to see you without your clothes on?” she countered.
    “Touché.” Without any further warning, he picked her up.
    “My shoes…”
    “Leave them. They’re sexy.”
    Somewhat used to the ride from this morning’s shenanigans, she merely locked her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck, glorying in his strength. She wasn’t very heavy, but he really made it seem effortless.
    Since they were face-to-face anyway, she decided to test his strength by keeping his mouth occupied while he walked. Making a little hungry noise, she locked her lips over his. She didn’t have to coax too much. Within a second, his tongue was rubbing against hers.
    She felt the silkiness of her comforter against her back. Mason drew away from her. Her bedroom was completely dark, the blinds pulled, but Mason reached out and clicked on her bedside lamp. A soft glow lit the room.
    He stood between her legs, which dangled off the bed, looking for all the world like a conquering golden warrior about to claim his prize. With a quick jerk he shoved his boxer-briefs down his legs, and his thick cock rose upward from a nest of blond hair.
    “Bigger than I thought,” she murmured, staring at him. Without conscious thought, she rose on her elbows, ready to fondle him again here where she could see him and touch him at the same time.
    “Nuh-uh.” Mason shook his head and gently pushed her back down. “You touch me, and I won’t last two minutes.” He opened a condom and rolled it over his cock.
    “Where did you get that?”
    “Pants pocket.” He leaned down and sucked each of her nipples in turn, quick, hard tugs that surprised her after his almost languid behavior just a couple of minutes ago. He pulled away and studied the brown tips, his brow furrowed as if he were trying to figure something out. “I know I said I wanted to make love to you. But do you mind if I just fuck you first?”
    Her pussy clenched at the graphic imagery his words brought up. “Yes—oh!”
    He didn’t even wait for her to brace herself or anything else. In one motion, he pulled her farther off the bed and penetrated her.
    They both gasped. He twisted his hips, driving himself deeper inside of her. “Little more…please. Just take the rest.”
    She shook her head, certain he was speaking to her but unable to hear the words past the stretched, invaded feeling of her body. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, and she suddenly regretted buying the small vibrators while she’d been celibate. Had she known what Mason was packing, she might have gone for a bigger model.
    She’d been wet from their foreplay, but not wet enough. Mason stopped above her, his chest working as he tried to suck air in. “You’re not with me.”
    A flash of tenderness shot through her pain. Even though he was so obviously far gone with lust, Mason was thinking of her. “It’s fine.”
    “No.” He withdrew from her body, uttering a groan.
    “Mason, wait—”
    “Hush.” He spread her thighs wider and knelt between them. She had an inkling of what he was going to do, and then his tongue swiped up the slit.
    It didn’t take him long to arouse her beyond belief—she was apparently easy once a man had his tongue inside her. When he started to suckle her clit, lashing it with his tongue, she bowed off the bed and screamed, muffling