Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 216: Dripping Wet

Gabriel's POV

Clairessa's room was dim, but a golden light shone above the bed, casting a warm glow along her curves like a spotlight designed just for her.

I slid the duvet down slowly, revealing her inch by inch like unwrapping something

sacred. No-something sinful.

She was wearing it.

The red lingerie I picked out and laid on the dresser, knowing she'd find it.

Knowing if she put it on, it meant something.

That she still wanted me.

That she hadn't forgotten what I could do to her body.

And fuck... she hadn't just worn it—she owned it.

My eyes devoured her, and for a second I couldn't breathe.

The lace hugged her breasts, sheer enough for me to see her nipples-taut and begging. Her flat stomach rose with each shallow breath, trembling slightly.

The curve of her waist, the long line of her thighs. And those legs-long, smooth, spread just enough to tell me she knew what I wanted.

Heat surged through me, violent and immediate.

My cock throbbed painfully, already hard-again. I'd barely gotten myself off minutes ago in the shower, thinking of her... and now I was right back on edge, like I hadn't come at all.

Because I'd seen her.

She thought she was the only one spying.

But I saw everything.

Not at first, though.

I'd felt something-this pull, this presence just beyond the glass.

And then I caught her scent. Sweet. Soft. Her. It was unmistakable.

But I confirmed it when I caught her reflection-framed in the bathroom mirror, her eyes wide with raw need.

I knew if I turned around too fast, she'd bolt, so I played it cool. Pretended not to notice.

I stroked my cock with the water pounding down, watching her in the reflection, as her body trembled on the other side of the glass while she watched me stroke myself.

Then, as though she couldn't help herself-like she was losing control-her lips parted.

Her fingers slid underneath her dress, between her thighs, working her heat with slow, needy circles, matching and mirroring my pace, her hips rocking in rhythm with mine.

It wasn't just steamy-it was fucking intoxicating.

We were locked in a silent rhythm, both chasing the same fire, and I came hard in that shower, alongside her.

The only reason I didn't drag her inside with me was because when our eyes finally met, she panicked and ran.

If she hadn't... I would've pinned her against the tile wall, buried myself inside her, and fucked her like I'd lost my mind. Like a beast set loose. That's how badly I wanted her.

I hovered over her, arms braced on either side of her head, my body caging hers without touching her just yet. Her eyes-wild, wide-flashed with panic at first... then softened into something else.

Something darker.

Hotter.

I watched the war happen behind her gaze, and I leaned in until I felt her breath graze my skin.

"What are you doing here?” she whispered, voice shaky, guarded—but not pulling away. Not even close.

from her face, “because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... or the show you put on for

Her breath hitched.

whispered near her

Every stroke of your hand. I enjoyed every

skin-guilt and arousal warring on

whispered, turning her head. "Don't. This... this is

in my room, Clairessa. You thought I didn't notice, but I did. I knew it was

um..." She stammered. "I

fingers to her lips. “Shh. No need to lie,

beneath my fingers,

were watching me stroke my cock. You were touching yourself while you watched. You wanted

gasped softly, heat flashing over her like

my fingers slowly down from her mouth to her throat. "It doesn't lie. You can say anything you want-but your body

breathed, but her voice had no strength in it. It

weight sink into the mattress as I adjusted, closer, hunting her breath, her

mouth found the shell of her

out,"

slow and sensual, drawing lazy, feather-light strokes

I didn't

body already betrayed her. She arched slightly into

soft fabric with my knuckles, the silk barely concealing her creamy, perky breasts. "Do you like it?" I asked, my voice low, rough.

out

"Maybe..." she muttered, but her

dark laugh, dragging my hand lower.

in featherlight strokes her belly fluttered, her thighs twitched-and then

her panties off her legs slowly,

before revealing the slick heat waiting for

fingers trailed over her slit-God, she

her, dragging a deep, trembling moan from

smirk curled at the corner of my mouth as I leaned into her

I breathed, voice thick with hunger. "Wet. And

it, baby?"

to tease but never satisfy, feeling the way her hips

She needed more.

it to her.

her to

you?" I

She bit down hard, trying to

her legs

My fingers dipped just enough

pulsing. "Say it,

she panted, finally breaking.

growled, the sound guttural from

controlled strokes-and her hips bucked into my hand, chasing the rhythm. Her moans

was trembling beneath mine, so responsive, so fucking beautiful in

I leaned closer, breathing her in. "That ache

along her soaked entrance. "You're

baby. Your pussy's been

cried out again

her own slickness, then

in slow and deep, then pulled back, teasing her

to hers. "I know

squirming beneath me, losing control,

demanded. "Did

She nodded, breathless.

words," I said, my tone

"I did... I touched myself for

girl," I purred, and slid two fingers

bed. I curled my fingers just enough to tease the spot I knew would drive her insane, then pulled back. Her whine

I whispered against her throat, licking just under her ear. Then I pushed

taking my fingers? She knows me.

added a third finger, stretching her, filling her