Page 89 of Unraveling Rain
Chapter 24
Xander
Rain is still snickering when we enter the hallway.
“That funny, huh?” I ask, amused.
Rain loops her arm through mine, eyes dancing. “Sorry, Hotshot. That was funny as hell.”
I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her temple. I chuckle—yeah, itwasfunny.
Once we’re in my room, I give her a quick peck on her lips. “I’m going to take a quick shower. I’ll be right back.”
As I walk into the bathroom, I strip off my clothes and turn on the water. After testing the temp, I get in and let the water hit my foot first.
I hear the shower door open.
When I turn and open my eyes, I nearly forget how to breathe.
Rain.
Her long, wavy hair is down, covering her perky tits. She’s fully naked, save for a delicate trail of red hair leading down to her slit.
Holy shit. Rain MacAllister is going to be the death of me.
We haven’t had sex yet—not fully—but I’ve gone down on her more times than I can count, and she’s given me plenty of handjobs. And the more she does them, the more her confidence grows.
Rain doesn’t speak. Just drops down in front of me.
I swallow hard. “Babe, what are you doing?”
She licks the tip of my cock, and I groan.
“Rain,” I breathe, like a prayer.
“Shhhh,” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my shaft, licking my head again.
“Babe, I fucking love what you’re doing, but you don’t have to—” I say as I gently pull her head off my dick. My cock jerks in response, clearly mad that I took those juicy lips away.
“Xander, I want to do this. Let me.”
Those two beautiful gray eyes—lusty, confident, sure—stare up at me. I nod.
She takes me into her mouth.
“Fuck, Cherry.”
I brace myself against the tile. My knees feel like they’re seconds from giving out. Her lips slide down my length, taking me a little deeper each time. When I hit the back of her throat, I gasp. I want to thrust hard into her, but this is her first time giving head—I want her to set the pace.
She pauses there for a few beats, her chest rising and falling fast. I caress her cheek.
She pulls back just enough to say, “I wanted to see if Gigantor would fit into my mouth—and it does.”
I cackle. “Gigantor?”
“Xander, your cock is ginormous,” she says, matter-of-factly.
I shake my head, laughing. “You’re too much. And I love it. I loveyou.”
