Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 538

Harper.

I am floating on a fluffy white cloud of sleep. I feel warm, I feel at peace, and I feel loved.

Slowly, I begin to come awake. Gabriel is behind me, his arms around me in cuddle. He does this every time we sleep. Hold me tightly in his arms as if he is afraid that I’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

I wiggle a bit trying to get out of his arms. Instead of letting me go, he tightens his hands, which pushes me closer to his body.

I stop when I feel him. When I feel his unmistakable morning wood. My hormones surge, and I immediately want him. I want to feel him buried deep inside me.

We have a healthy sexual life, but there are those times where you just want more. With three kids, sometimes it’s hard to get uninterrupted alone time.

"Hmm,” Gabriel groans when I rub my ass against his groin.

The sound travels all the way down to my clit. I do it again, eliciting yet another sexy moan from him.

Gabriel starts peppering kisses along my back, shoulders, and neck. It’s been a couple of days, and I am craving him, craving his touch.

“You awake?” he asks, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The hand around my waist dips into my panties as he continues peppering me with small, sweet kisses. I’m already wet.

"Gabriel,” I moan when he uses my wetness to rub circles around my clit. As much as I love this, I need something more. “Please”

He doesn’t listen and continues his torturous administrations until I feel like I’ll go crazy with want. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he slips past my clit, and sinks a finger inside me.

He slowly pumps in and out as I clutch his other hand, using it as an anchor.

“More, I need more.” I struggle to get my brain working.

He adds another finger, making me moan his name.

“That’s it,” he whispers against my ear, before gently biting it. “Ride my hand, Harp.”

“I wish it was your cock, though,” I mumble as I feel the familiar tingle along my spine.

“Fuck, Harper,” he groans, rubbing his hardened cock against my ass.

Without thinking, I reach behind me, dip my hand inside his boxes and grab his cock. I start pumping my hand along his length, making him release a long and deep groan that travels all the way down to my clit.

I can feel the familiar build up as Gabriel fucks me with his fingers. I’m desperate for it. I’m desperate to ride it. He increases his speed and I increase mine, eager for us to find our relief.

It hits me and I crash with it as it washes over me, jolting my body over and over again until it finally dies down. I sink against Gabriel as I try to catch my breath. It’s only then that I realize that Gabriel is also breathing hard and my hand is wet.

I pull it from his boxers before facing him. He watches as I lick his cum off my fingers. His eyes darken, and that’s the only warning I get.

He smashes his lips against mine, robbing me of the ability to think and breathe. He pulls away, his eyes till staring into mine.

There is a pause before a flurry of movements under the sheets.

“Gabriel?” I stare at him in confusion, not taking my eyes off him.

He doesn’t say a word, as he brings me close, so that there is barely any space left between us. He kisses me, his lips travelling from my mouth to my neck to my breast.