Page 21 of Blind Date: A Single Dad Baby Romance

But as one day without fucking Ellie became two, it was clear a hand job a couple of times a day wasn’t going to do it. On Wednesday, I caught Ellie as she was leaving for work and invited her to go with me to look at homes.

“I’m looking to buy a home for me and Mollie, and need someone to help me.”

“Rick or your parents won’t help you?”

“I need someone who really understands kids and what they need.” I was proud of myself for coming up with that excuse. It was better than, ‘I want to fuck you again and am looking for an excuse to be alone with you’. “My parents are watching Mollie tonight while I look. If the house is okay, I can take her to see it later.”

Ellie studied me, and again there seemed to be conflict in her eyes. What was making her feel unsure about me?

Finally, she nodded. “Sure. I’d be happy to help.”

“Great. My appointment is at 5:30 over in the Sandpiper neighborhood. We can drive over when you get home from school.”

“Should I meet you there?”

I shook my head. “Let’s drive together.” Jesus, I was in trouble that my desperation was so intense to be with this woman.

That evening, we arrived at the ranch-style home. Most homes for sale in the area were basic newer construction ranches with a southwestern feel. I much preferred an older home in an established neighborhood. This three-bedroom ranch built in the 1950s didn’t disappoint. It wasn’t huge, but it had three bedrooms, a front porch, and a large yard for Mollie to run around in. In fact, there was space to add on to the house later and still have a big yard, where I might be able to put a pool and still have room for Mollie to play.

“What do you think?” I whispered to Ellie as she stood with me in the master bedroom.

“I think it would make a great home for you and Mollie if you like it.”

“Mr. Mathers? I need to take this call,” the real estate agent said from the hallway. “You two take your time and I’ll meet you outside when you’re done.”

I nodded. When she left, I tracked Ellie to where she was checking out the master bath. Through the whole tour, I’d had this strange sensation in my chest, that grew in each room we saw. This must be the house for me and Mollie, and yet each time I thought of that, Ellie was in the picture too. I’m fucked.

“This is a good-sized bathroom considering the overall size of the house.” She opened the shower door and leaned in until all I could see was her fantastic ass. My cock, already semi-erect, shot to full attention.

I stepped inside the bathroom and closed the door. She closed the shower door and looked at me with one arched brow.

“Just checking to see if it’s big enough for two.” I grinned when she gave me her ‘yeah right’ expression. I pulled her to me and kissed her as I pushed her toward the vanity. There was no doubt she could feel my erection.

“The agent will come looking for us.”

“Let her look.” My lips were on her neck and my hands were under her skirt immediately. “This is your fault.” I ground my cock against her.

“My fault?”

“I can’t seem to control myself when you’re around.”

Her expression was one of disbelief. While she hadn’t expressed any negative thoughts about herself since our first weekend, I sensed she was still unsure of herself. My job was to teach her about sex, but I wanted her to also understand how fucking sexy she was.

I turned her around so we were both facing the mirror. I unzipped her dress and pushed it down her body.

“Will.”

“Trust me.” I kissed her shoulder as I unclasped her bra letting it fall on the floor. Her panties followed. “Look in the mirror, Ellie.”

She did, but I didn’t see her appreciating her assets. Perhaps she was worried we’d get caught. Maybe I should have waited to do this lesson at her place, but she was standing before me naked and my erection wasn’t going anywhere until I was satisfied.

I reached around her and cupped her breasts. “You have fantastic tits, Ellie. Look at them. Round, pink…God, I can’t get enough of them.” I brushed my thumbs over the hard, pink nipples causing her to gasp. “Look at me, Ellie. Look at what looking at you – touching you, does to me.”

She lifted her gaze in the mirror from where she’d been watching me play with her tits to my face.

“Feel it, Ellie.” I pressed my aching cock to her backside. “Feel how fucking hard you make me.”

She gasped, and her hands reached behind her, pressing and rubbing my dick through my jeans.

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