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.

“because I

Her breath hitched.

whispered near

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

heated across her skin-guilt and

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

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

She stammered. "I only

gently pressing two fingers to her lips. “Shh.

beneath my fingers,

gaze dropped to her mouth. "You were watching me stroke my cock. You were touching yourself while you watched.

flashing

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 body

but her voice had no strength in it. It was faint,

weight sink into the

mouth found the shell of her

out," I

slow and sensual,

rush. I didn't need

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

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

out

she muttered, but

dark laugh, dragging my

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

slid her panties off her legs slowly, savoring the

the slick

her slit-God, she

dragging a deep, trembling moan from her

corner of my mouth as

voice thick with hunger. "Wet. And it's

it, baby?"

didn't touch her clit—yet. I hovered there instead, my fingers brushing close enough to tease but never satisfy, feeling the way her hips

She needed more.

wasn't giving it to

her

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

trembled. She bit down hard, trying to keep herself

her legs tense, her

it." My fingers

pulsing. "Say

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

the sound guttural from my chest. "That's

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

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

in. "That ache in

lower, my fingers sliding along

baby. Your pussy's been waiting for

out again as I

own slickness, then teased

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

to hers. "I know

me, losing control, her body vibrating with

I demanded. "Did

She nodded, breathless.

I said, my

did... I touched myself

girl," I purred, and slid

enough to tease the spot I knew would drive her

I whispered against her throat, licking just under her ear. Then I pushed in again, slower this

pussy taking my fingers? She knows me. She remembers

third finger, stretching her, filling her