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.

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

Her breath hitched.

whispered near her

it. Every second. Every stroke of your hand. I enjoyed every fucking

and arousal warring on her

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

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

um..." She stammered. "I only came

pressing two fingers to

lips parted beneath

me stroke my cock. You were touching yourself while you

heat flashing over her

thing between us?" I dragged my fingers slowly down from her mouth to her throat. "It doesn't lie. You can say anything you want-but your

no strength in

letting my weight sink into the mattress as I adjusted, closer, hunting her breath, her reactions-her

found the shell

find out," I

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

rush. I

betrayed her. She arched slightly into my touch, her nipples

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

picked out for

she muttered, but her voice

with a dark laugh, dragging my hand lower. "You're still playing games with

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

her legs slowly, savoring

revealing the slick heat waiting for

her slit-God, she was soaked-and I stroked

dragging a deep, trembling moan from

my mouth as I leaned

breathed, voice thick with hunger. "Wet. And

it, baby?"

hovered there instead, my fingers brushing close enough to tease but never satisfy, feeling the way her hips arched instinctively toward my

She needed more.

it to her.

wanted her

to touch you?" I

lower lip trembled. She bit down hard, trying to

her legs tense, her

My fingers dipped just

"Say

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

I growled, the sound guttural from my chest.

hips bucked into my hand, chasing the rhythm. Her moans spilled freely now, no longer soft, no longer shy-just raw,

so responsive, so fucking beautiful

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

sliding along

Your pussy's been waiting

cried out again as

slickness, then teased

finger in slow and deep, then pulled back, teasing her again until She

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

beneath me, losing control, her body vibrating

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

She nodded, breathless.

your words," I said, my

did... I touched myself for

purred, and slid two fingers inside

mouth fell open, eyes wide as she arched off the bed. I curled my fingers just enough to tease the spot

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

pussy taking my fingers?

added a third finger, stretching her,