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 been able to stop thinking about

Her breath hitched.

I whispered near her

Every stroke of your hand. I enjoyed every fucking

heated across her skin-guilt and arousal warring on

head. "Don't. This...

Clairessa. You thought I didn't notice, but I did. I knew it

stammered. "I

gently pressing two fingers to her lips.

lips parted beneath my

you in the act," my gaze dropped to her mouth. "You were watching me stroke my cock. You were touching yourself while you watched. You wanted me. You still

softly, heat flashing over her like

you before... this thing between us?" I dragged my fingers slowly down from her mouth to her throat. "It doesn't

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

the mattress as I adjusted, closer, hunting her breath, her

found the

find out," I

trailed down her neck, slow and

I didn't need

body already betrayed her. She arched slightly into my

with my knuckles, the silk barely concealing her creamy, perky breasts. "Do you like it?" I

picked out for

swallowed hard. "Maybe..." she muttered,

laugh, dragging my hand

featherlight strokes her belly

her legs slowly, savoring the way the

her skin before revealing the slick heat waiting

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

a deep,

my mouth

with hunger. "Wet. And

it, baby?"

to tease but never

She needed more.

it to her.

wanted her to

you?" I rasped, deliberately

She bit down hard, trying to keep herself quiet, but

legs tense, her

it." My fingers dipped just enough to tease her

"Say

panted, finally breaking. "Yes...

sound guttural from

hand, chasing the rhythm. Her moans spilled freely now, no longer soft, no longer shy-just

body was trembling beneath mine, so

that?" I leaned closer, breathing her in. "That ache in your body? That's mine. I put

fingers sliding along her soaked

pussy's been waiting

again as I coated

own slickness, then teased

finger in slow and deep, then pulled

pressing my forehead to hers. "I know the way you moan. I'd

me, losing control,

I demanded. "Did you touch yourself for me that

She nodded, breathless.

words," I said,

gasped. "I did... I touched myself for

purred, and slid two fingers

fell open, eyes wide as she arched off the bed. I curled my fingers just enough to tease the spot I knew would drive her insane, then pulled back.

licking just under her ear. Then I pushed in again, slower

fingers? She knows me. She

third finger, stretching her, filling her