Page 72 of Man Seeking Woman

Chapter Seventeen

August

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“You almost ready?”I asked, buttoning my cuff and folding the collar on my shirt. “She wants us there for seven.”

“I'm just about ready. What do you think?” Ella stepped out into the bedroom, lifting her arms and spinning in a circle. “How does this look?”

Staring at her quietly, I just took her in. She looked stunning. A piece of art that was simple and elegant, a natural beauty that just stopped you in your tracks, and made you hold your breath.

Her dress was knee length with large flowers spotting the skirt. The top was ruffly, dipping down to her breasts, but not showing too much cleavage. Ella had pulled her hair back and created this swooping, spiral on top with her bangs. She looked like a hot actress who stepped out of the fifties, a young Diana Dors.

“Wow.”

“Seriously, what do you think?” Digging the tip of her toe into the floor, she twisted her leg as she held out the skirt of her dress. “It's not too much? Or is it not enough?”

“I told you—wow.”

Ella blushed, dipping her head into her chest and biting her bottom lip. “Thank you,” she said shyly. “But, I'm about to meet your mother, I want to look nice.”

“You look perfect.” Stepping to her side, I took her hands and wrapped her arms around my neck. “So perfect that I'm actually getting turned on. Do you have panties on under that dress?” Running my hand up her thigh, I felt nothing but bare skin.

“Nope, I hate panties, you're going to come to realize that.”

“I don't mind that at all.” Moving my fingers up her thigh, I gripped her leg and pulled it up over my hip. “I actually like this, it makes it easier for me to have my way with you.”

“Do you like it when I make it easy for you?” she asked, glancing up at me under hooded lids as she ran her tongue across bottom lip.

Tugging her into my waist, I held her tight, making sure her pussy was pressed against the bulge in my jeans. “You feel that? Can you feel how much I like it?”

Ella blinked slowly, her lashes fanning her lids like canopies as she peered up at me. I could see the fire in her eyes, I could feel the heat off her pussy as her arousal slicked her skin, making her nice and wet just for me.

Grabbing her other thigh, I scooped her off her feet and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock was hard, throbbing painfully against the course fabric. I knew we had someplace to be, but I didn't give a shit.

Driving my lips onto hers, I walked us both to the dresser and sat her down on top. Ella wriggled a little, lifting herself up and sweeping her hand across the smooth surface, shoving any objects that were stabbing her in the ass to the floor.