Page 90 of Unraveling Rain
She winks at me and goes back to work. Her hand pumps while her mouth works magic—hot, wet, tight. Once my dick is where she wants it, she moves her head back and forth.
I let out a deep guttural moan and tangle my fingers in her hair.
She grips my ass and picks up speed. I’m not going to last much longer. The sight of her kneeling there, her gorgeous freckles wet and glowing, nipples hard, mouth full of me—
“I’m going to come,” I pant, trying to ease her off.
But she doesn’t stop.
One hand massages my balls, and that’s it—I lose all control.
My orgasm hits like a freight train. I grunt and brace myself against the wall as I spill into her mouth. She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Just keeps going until I’m completely drained.
“Fuck, Cherry,” I breathe, finally able to speak.
She chuckles. “That good, huh?”
I laugh, breathless. She’s throwing my own words back at me—and she’s right.
“You have no idea.”
I help her to her feet and kiss her deeply, tasting my cum on her lips. My cock jerks to life again. I’m already ready for round two.
“Thank you,” I whisper against her mouth.
She cradles my face in both hands. “I love you, Xander.”
I kiss her again, taking my time, exploring her lips like it’s the very first time.
“I love you too, Rain Melody.”
She huffs at the use of her middle name, and I nibble her bottom lip in reply.
“Let me wash you,” I murmur, grabbing her body soap, “and then we can get out of here.”
I take my time, running the suds over every inch of her skin. When I reach her tits, I linger—kissing and kneading—before I kneel to eat her pussy, worshiping her with my mouth until she’s trembling under the spray.
Once we’re clean and ready for round two, we step out of the shower. I towel off quickly but pause when I notice Rain biting her thumbnail, her eyes slightly unfocused.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looping the towel around my waist and stepping closer to place my hands on her hips.
She gives me a sheepish smile. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking… I’m ready.”
I look at her, not quite understanding.
She rolls her eyes, huffing. “You’re going to make me spell it out for you, huh?”
I grin, amused.
“I want you inside me,” she says plainly. Then, with a dramatic flair, “I wantGigantorinside me.”
I bark out a laugh. I know I shouldn’t—it’s a big moment— but that nickname is just hilarious. Still, I sober up quickly. This is important.
“Are you sure, Cherry? We’re in no rush,” I say gently, watching her closely.
She nods, steady. “I am. You’re my true love, Xander. I want you.”
That’s all I need.
