Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 75: Touching Myself For Him

Gabriel’s command stunned me. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, and I was sure he could hear it.

Strip? For him? My cheeks burned, and my breath hitched. His request wasn’t crude–it was bold, intimate, and completely out of my comfort zone.

I sat up straighter, adjusting myself on the bed. I suddenly felt so self–conscious. Gabriel was experienced -he had been with women who knew exactly what to do, women who were confident and had mastered the art of seduction. I wasn’t like that. What if I didn’t live up to his expectations?

Slowly, I got up from the bed, my legs shaky but steady enough to stand. My mind raced as I tried to remember anything I’d seen or heard about women stripping for their men, but my brain felt blank.

I regretted not going to those dance classes Jess always begged me to try. My body felt stiff, and I was sure Gabriel could tell.

“Clairessa…” His voice was firm. “Eyes on me. It’s just you and me tonight. No one else.”

I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet his intense gaze. His eyes weren’t cold or judging–they were heated and full of hunger. The way he looked at me made me feel exposed but in the best way. It wasn’t just lust in his eyes. It was something deeper, something that made me feel like I was the only woman who existed

in his world at that moment.

This wasn’t about experience or perfection–it was about the way I made him feel.

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Chapter 75: Touching Myself For Him

My hands moved to the straps of my dress, my fingers shaking as I slid them down my shoulders. I swayed my hips slightly, trying to appear confident as the dress fell to the floor.

Now,

Stood in just my black lace thong. I ran my fingers through my hair like I was in a commercial, my hands trailing down to lightly touch my breasts.

I cupped myself, squeezing gently as I rolled a nipple between my fingers, remembering how his mouth felt. A sweet jolt of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped.

Gabriel’s body tensed, his eyes darkening. He tilted his hea Encouraged, I did it again, and I heard him take a deep, ragged breath.

slightly, as if to get a better view.

“You’re teasing me,” he gritted through his teeth, adjusting further into the sofa, as his hands

Enjoying the reaction I was evoking in him, my hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of my thong before slowly pulling it down. I wiggled out of the flimsy material, letting it fall to the floor.

Now completely naked, I stood before him, my arms instinctively moving to cover my breast and the v that disappeared into my thighs.

“Don’t,” he ordered, his voice strained. His hand lifted, stopping me. “Never hide yourself from me, Clairessa. I don’t want you to ever feel ashamed of your body–not with me.”

His words melted the last of my insecurities. I let my arms fall to the side and stood straight, letting him see all of me. His gaze roamed over my curves, his eyes dark with possession.

“This,” he murmured, almost to himself. “This is perfection.”

in my belly at his words. Gabriel made me feel beautiful, sexy–wanted Me

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Not even Adrian..

strange, maybe even wrong, to think about the son while I was here with his father, but I couldn’t stop the

small and insecure, always pointing out flaws I didn’t know I had. He’d say my breasts were too small or comment on other parts of my body, chipping away

eyes, his words, his touch. I could see

past could compare. Gabriel told

Gabriel’s sudden command made

I blurted, unsure if I’d heard him right.

a faint

to do. I’d never touched myself before, and now he wanted me to do it while he watched. But I didn’t

bed, lifting

he urged, his voice

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grew darker as he leaned back in his chair, clearly pleased. by what he saw. His eyes fixed on my wetness.

yourself for me,

My hands slid up my body, caressing my breasts before trailing down between my thighs. I hesitated for a moment before my fingers found my swollen clit. The first touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I let out a soft

in slow circles, and my eyes shut closed as the sensation grew. I imagined it

his voice strained. “Just

me, his chest rising and falling,

a moment, I thought I saw him adjust himself in his seat, his hand stroking his length, but I

my wetness before bringing them back to my clit. My hips lifted off the bed as

on the edge,

he groaned, his voice deep and commanding. “I’m the only one allowed to make you

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He hauled my hips towards him,

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get enough of me. He kissed deeply before trailing an invisible

right here,” he groaned, his fingers sliding across my length. The touch sent a shiver of electricity

me. I didn’t know what this man was doing to me, but it was unlike anything I’d

wet, Clairessa,” he murmured, his thumb finding my

you want, Clairessa.”

his voice

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hips to meet his touch.

as pleasure wracked

hear you use your words,” he teased, his fingers circled at my entrance, torturing me with the promise of what was

and experienced, so different from my own inexperienced touch. Every movement felt purposeful, designed to drive me wild. My body arched off the

I gasped, my hips lifting to meet his touch.

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