Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel)

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.

I lowered myself even more. "I'm here," I murmured, brushing hair away from her face, “because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... or the show you put on for me."

Her breath hitched.

"Yeah," I whispered near her ear.

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

Color heated across her skin-guilt and arousal warring on her face.

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

"Is it?" I challenged. "Because you were just in my room, Clairessa. You thought I didn't notice, but I did. I knew it was you the second I smelled your perfume. The second I felt you watching."

"I... um..." She stammered. "I only came to—”

I cut her off, gently pressing two fingers to her lips. “Shh. No need to lie, baby."

Her lips parted beneath my fingers, trembling.

"I caught 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 do."

She gasped softly, heat flashing over her like a wave.

"I've told you before... this 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 body tells the truth."

"Lies," she breathed, but her voice had no strength in it. It was faint, desperate.

I crouched lower on the bed, letting my weight sink into the mattress as I adjusted, closer, hunting her breath, her reactions-her surrender.

My mouth found the shell of her ear.

"Let's find out," I growled.

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

I didn't rush. I didn't need to.

Her body already betrayed her. She arched slightly into my touch, her nipples grazing against my fingers.

I 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. "The lingerie

I picked out for you?"

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

"Maybe," I echoed with a dark laugh, dragging my hand lower. "You're still playing games with me?"

My fingertips skimmed down her body in featherlight strokes her belly fluttered, her thighs twitched-and then I reached between her legs.

I slid her panties off her legs slowly, savoring the way the delicate fabric dragged

across her skin before revealing the slick heat waiting for me.

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

length of her, dragging a deep, trembling moan from her throat.

A smirk curled at the corner of my mouth as I leaned into her ear.

"You're dripping," I breathed, voice thick with hunger. "Wet. And it's all for me, isn't

it, baby?"

I 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 arched instinctively toward my hand.

She needed more.

I wasn't giving it to her. Not yet.

I wanted her to beg.

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

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

"Gabriel...” she whimpered, her legs tense, her back arched.

"I want to hear you say it." My fingers dipped just enough to tease her slit-wet,

swollen, pulsing. "Say it, Clairessa."

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

"Sweet," I growled, the sound guttural from my chest. "That's right."

I circled her clit now-slow, controlled strokes-and her hips bucked into my hand, chasing the rhythm. Her moans spilled freely now, no longer soft, no longer shy-just raw, real.

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

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

I stroked lower, my fingers sliding along her soaked entrance. "You're dripping for

me, baby. Your pussy's been waiting for this."

She cried out again as I coated her

in her own slickness, then teased the

rim of her entrance, dipping one- finger in slow and deep, then pulled back, teasing her again until She whimpered.

"God, 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. It's mine."

She was squirming beneath me, losing control, her body vibrating with need.

"Tell me the truth," I demanded. "Did you touch yourself for me that night?"

She nodded, breathless.

"Use your words," I said, my tone sharp.

"Yes," she gasped. "I did... I touched myself for you."

"Good girl," I purred, and slid two fingers inside her.

Her mouth 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. Her whine Broke something in me.

"You feel that?" I whispered against her throat, licking just under her ear. Then I pushed in again, slower this time.

"That greedy little pussy taking my fingers? She knows me. She remembers me."

Then I added a third finger, stretching her, filling her deeper.

As her greedy little body swallowed every inch, her heat gripped me tight, her

walls contracting with every stroke.

She was panting now, moaning my name.

"I know your body better than

anyone," growled against her throat. It remembers me. It begs for

me. Just like this. That desperate moan-the one only I can drag out of you."

I twisted my fingers just right at her sweet spot, and she cried out, her legs

trembling.

"Gabriel... yes... don't stop..."

"Fuck..." I groaned, the sound feral in my throat. “That's what I wanted to hear."

I kissed her neck, just below her jaw, then whispered, "Good girl."

Then just when her body started to tighten—I pulled out.

She gasped, wide-eyed, desperate, her hips searching for the friction I'd taken

away. But I pulled my hand away. Her cry was half frustration, half need.

"Fuck, Gabriel."

And just then...

I kissed down her body, sliding lower until I was between her thighs. Her scent hit

me hard, and I groaned again.

"You don't know how long I've needed this..."

Then I buried my mouth in her.

Her scream echoed off the walls the moment my tongue swiped through her slick

folds.

I flattened it, licking deep, then pulled back to suck her clit-soft at first, then harder-until she was thrashing under my mouth.

Her hands flew to my head, fingers burying in my hair as she moaned, wild and breathless. "Gabriel-oh my God-"

I didn't let up. I slid my tongue inside her entrance, tasting the heat, drinking in

everything.

She was so fucking ready for me.

My thumb replaced my mouth on her clit, pressing and circling just right, at the

same time my tongue swirled and filled her-

She shattered.

She came with a broken cry-thighs squeezing around my head, her whole body bucking as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

I kept going, slowing only when I felt her pulse start to settle beneath my tongue.

And when I was done—when I'd tasted every last drop of her—she was panting, wrecked, and beautiful.

I crawled up and kissed her-deep, rough. I wanted her to taste herself on my

tongue.

Her eyes met mine-glassy, hungry.

"I want all of you," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Now."

My cock throbbed at her words, the way her lips parted, her body laid out beneath

me like a dream I'd been dying to touch again.

She had no idea what she just invited.