Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0538

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.

I can't stop the loud moan when he latches onto a nipple and sucks it into his mouth.

His hand travels down my waist, to my hips, then to my thighs, before he hoists my leg up, putting it on top of his hip bone. I then feel his hand at the juncture of my legs before he slowly pushes my panties to the side.

"Gabriel," I moan when I feel his naked, hard and throbbing hot cock against my opening.

He rubs himself against me, coating his dick with my juices. Fuck, he feels so good.

I feel the tip and anticipate his penetration. He had the tip in and was slowly pushing inside me when the door bangs open.

I gasp in shock and pull away from him just as a small body jumps on us.

"Merry Christmas!" he shouts happily in a sing song voice.

"Fuck." Both Gabriel and I groan in irritation.

Couldn't he have been an hour late or something. If there's someone in this family that likes cock blocking us, it's our second born, Andrew. But we call him Drew.

He may not know how much of a cock blocker he is, but it doesn't matter. He does it.

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" he screams, it's so loud that for a moment I hear nothing but the ringing of his voice. "You don't have to shout, Drew," Gabriel grumbles. "We can clearly hear you without you bursting our eardrums." Drew doesn't seem to listen. Instead, he's bouncing up and down on the bed, happiness radiating off of him.

Gabriel moves under the sheets, probably trying to adjust himself. I sit up and lean against the headboard before grabbing my overactive and hyper child. The last thing we need is him accidentally hurting his dad by stepping on his dick or something.

"I tried stopping Liam, but you know how he gets when he's excited," Lilly walks in with our two-year-old. She's the only one who calls him Liam. Maybe because of the man who raised her for the first few years of her life before he was tragically taken from us.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Lilly just turned thirteen a few weeks ago. Andrew is five, and our youngest, another boy, Theo, is two years old. "Mama" Theo screams when he seems, pushing his arms towards me so that I can take him.

Lilly walks towards us, takes Theo off her hips, and places him in my arms. The moment he is with me, he melts into my arms, placing his head against my chest.

Lilly hasn't changed much, except for maybe getting more mature. She's always serious, especially around her siblings. The only one who can get her to loosen up a bit is Sierra.

Andrew is hyper. I don't even know where he got his personality from, given that the men he was named after weren't like that. He's always getting into trouble, and most of the time it seems as if he's pumped full of energy drinks. He's always on the go, never calm or in one place. Let's just say he's a handful.

Theo is a mix of his siblings. He has his moments, and his temperament is mainly dependent on his mood.

Maybe it's because he's a baby, either way, I can't wait to see his personality develop.

"Come on up, Lilly-Bear," Gabriel motions for our only daughter, and she doesn't waste time. She scrambles up, heading straight for her father.

You guessed it; she is still very much a daddy's girl, and I don't see that ever changing.

*Merry Christmas, My Loves," I tell them.

"Merry Christmas," the chorus.

Gabriel pulls me towards me and gives me a kiss. "Raincheck?"

"Definitely"

I smile at him. I am happy, and my heart is full. That's all I ever wanted.