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.

her face, “because I haven't been able to

Her breath hitched.

I whispered

second. Every stroke of

her skin-guilt and arousal warring on

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

room, Clairessa. You thought I didn't notice, but I did. I knew it was you the second I smelled your perfume. The second

um..." She stammered. "I

two fingers to her lips. “Shh.

parted beneath my

in the act," my gaze dropped to her mouth. "You were watching me stroke

softly, heat flashing

dragged my fingers slowly down from her mouth to her throat.

but her voice had no strength

bed, letting my weight sink into the mattress as I adjusted, closer, hunting

found the shell of her

out," I

hand trailed down her neck, slow and sensual, drawing lazy,

I didn't

already betrayed her. She arched slightly into

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

picked out for

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

with a dark laugh, dragging my

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

panties off her legs slowly, savoring the

her skin before revealing the slick heat waiting for

she was soaked-and I

a deep, trembling moan

at the corner of my mouth as I leaned

hunger. "Wet. And it's all

it, baby?"

clit—yet. I hovered there instead, my fingers brushing close enough to tease but never satisfy, feeling the way her hips

She needed more.

giving it to

her to

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

lower lip trembled. She bit down hard, trying to keep herself quiet, but her body was screaming

she whimpered, her legs tense,

want to hear you say it." My fingers dipped just

"Say

finally breaking. "Yes...

I growled, the sound guttural from my chest.

my hand, chasing the rhythm. Her moans spilled freely

was trembling beneath mine, so responsive,

her in. "That ache in

fingers sliding along her

Your pussy's been waiting

out again as

slickness,

of her entrance, dipping one- finger in slow and deep,

that sound," I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers. "I know the way you moan. I'd recognize that sound any time, anywhere. It's

squirming beneath me, losing control, her body vibrating with

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

She nodded, breathless.

words," I

"I did... I touched

I purred, and slid two fingers inside

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

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

my fingers? She knows me. She remembers

finger, stretching