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.

hair away from her face, “because I haven't

Her breath hitched.

whispered near her

it. Every second. Every stroke of your hand. I

her skin-guilt and arousal warring on

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

I didn't notice, but I did. I knew it was you the second I smelled

um..." She stammered. "I

pressing two fingers to her lips. “Shh. No need

beneath my fingers,

her mouth. "You were watching me stroke my cock. You were touching yourself while you watched. You wanted me. You still

gasped softly, heat flashing over her like

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

voice had no strength

the

the shell of

find out," I

hand trailed down her neck, slow and sensual, drawing lazy, feather-light strokes between

didn't rush. I didn't

betrayed her. She arched slightly into my touch, her

silk barely concealing her creamy, perky breasts. "Do you like it?" I asked, my voice low,

picked out

swallowed hard. "Maybe..." she muttered, but her voice

dragging my hand lower. "You're still playing

her belly fluttered, her thighs twitched-and

her legs slowly, savoring the

revealing the slick heat waiting

trailed over her slit-God, she was soaked-and I stroked the

dragging a deep, trembling moan

the corner of my mouth as I leaned into her

with hunger. "Wet. And it's all for

it, baby?"

there instead, my fingers brushing close enough to tease but never satisfy, feeling

She needed more.

it

wanted her to

want me to touch you?" I rasped, deliberately stilling my

bit down hard, trying to keep

legs tense, her back

hear you say it." My fingers dipped just enough

pulsing. "Say it,

panted, finally breaking. "Yes... I want

sound guttural from my

the rhythm.

was trembling beneath mine, so

"That ache in your body? That's mine. I put

stroked lower, my fingers sliding along her

pussy's

cried out again as

her own slickness, then

one- finger in slow and deep, then

hers. "I know the way you moan. I'd recognize that sound any time,

losing control,

truth," I demanded. "Did you touch yourself for

She nodded, breathless.

I said,

did... I

purred, and slid two

my fingers just enough to tease the spot I knew

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

little pussy taking my fingers?

finger, stretching her, filling her