"Get comfortable while I go get your surprise ready," Tessa says in the most seductive voice as she makes her way to the bathroom.

While she's in the bathroom, I quickly strip down to my boxers before she finally opens the bathroom door.

"Ready or not... Here I come!" Tessa calls from the bathroom.

As she comes into view, I can practically feel my eyes pop out of my head at the sight in front of me.

Tessa walks out of the bathroom wearing... I don't actually know what the fuck she's wearing, but it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It looks like she's wearing some sort of slutty dress, made of sheer red lace, with a pair of red panties underneath.

"What do you think, Mr. Scott?" Tessa asks as she twirls around. "Was this worth the wait?"

"Wow. Just... wow. Tess, baby, you look... wow."

"I'm guessing that means you like it?" She giggles.

"Fuck... What is that you're wearing?"

"It's called a négligée. It's French and was expensive, but I wanted to do something special for you this weekend."

"Well, I like it... a lot."

"I thought you might." She gives me a naughty smile as she moves closer to me.

"You'll definitely need to buy more of these."

"I love the positive feedback." She smiles.

"Well, baby, you do look amazing."

"I wasn't talking about what you were saying. I was talking about..." She gestures to the growing bulge in my boxers.

"Oh. Well, I'm definitely ready to rip those panties off of you."

"Allow me." She smiles at me before starting to shimmy her panties down her thighs.

"Mmm. That's quite a view."

"Hardin..." She starts to blush.

"Don't get shy on me now, baby."

Tessa goes to take off the rest of that sexy whatever it's called, but I stop her. "Leave it," I demand.

"What?" she asks, clearly confused.

"You're going to leave that on while I fuck you."

"R-really?" she asks shyly.

"Mmm-hmm. I thought seeing you naked was the sexiest thing ever, but seeing you in that sheer red lace nightgown with no bra or panties underneath... Holy fuck."

"Hardin, you're embarrassing me." She blushes.

"Tess, you have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?"

"Hardin..."

"Come over here. I'm going to show you just how fucking turned on you make me."

"O-okay," she says quietly as she walks toward me and goes to lie beside me on the bed.

"No, baby, I want you on top. I want to watch you."

"Oh."

"Don't be shy."

"Okay, Hardin," she almost whispers.

I quickly remove my boxers before lying back on the bed. I help Tessa to straddle my body before slowly guiding her onto me. "Fuck... I've missed feeling you. Are you okay, baby?"

"Mmm-hmm," she hums quietly.

"Fuck, Tess..." I hiss. "You are the sexiest woman on the planet," I say as I slowly run my hand up her thigh. I caress her tattoo before gently grabbing onto her hips as she starts to ride me.

As Tessa very slowly moves up and down, I can't help but pull my bottom lip between my teeth. The view is exquisite. Her full chest and hips look heavenly in that sheer red lace number she's wearing.

As she starts to feel more comfortable, she begins to move at a faster pace. I watch as her body jiggles in all the right places. "Baby, you look so fucking hot riding me," I encourage her.

"Hardin..." she quietly moans.

Watching her enjoying my body, looking like that, might be the hottest thing I've ever seen. I can't help myself when I move my hands to massage that full chest of hers.

"Mmm..." Tessa lets a small moan escape her lips.

Moments later, Tessa starts to rock her hips back and forth. I move my hands back to her hips and help guide her movements. I'm mesmerized by her beauty in this moment. Her eyes are closed, her hair is wild and her cheeks are flushed.

"Hardin!" she almost screams as she finally reaches her climax.

"Fuck..." I mutter to myself. I continue to guide her movements through her orgasm and I know I can't hold off any longer. I start to thrust into her until I find my own release. "Tess..." I hiss as I ride out my orgasm with her.

After we both come back to reality, a sweaty, breathless mess, I help Tessa off me and bring her to lie beside me. "Tess, that was..."

"I know." She blushes.

"We have got to start doing it that way more often." I chuckle. "You seemed to really enjoy yourself," I say as I brush the hair away from her face. "I love when you scream my name."

"Oh, gosh! You don't think anyone heard us, do you?" She covers her face in embarrassment.

"So what if they did? We're leaving soon." I laugh. "You know what would have made that better?"

"Wh-what?" Tessa asks shyly.

"If I was trying to knock you up."

"Hardin!" Tessa hits me with a pillow.

"Come here, baby." I chuckle as I pull Tessa toward me and kiss the top of her head.

After cuddling together for a little while longer, Tessa and I have a shower together before packing up and heading downstairs to check out.

"Hardin, I can't wait to give Betty this 'Home Sweet Home' sign!" she says before dragging me with her to say our goodbyes.

"I hope you two enjoyed your stay. I'm going to miss having you around, dear," Betty says.

"We really did! I wanted to give you this as a thank you for everything this weekend," Tessa says as she passes her the gift.

"Thank you, dear. This is so thoughtful of you. I think it would look perfect here," Betty says as she holds it up against the wall. "And this is for you, Tessa." She hands Tessa an antique box.

Tessa opens it up to find a beautiful blue antique brooch. "I can't accept this!" she says in shock. "It should be kept in the family."

"We don't have any children. I want you to have it to wear on your wedding day. It can be your something old and something blue."

"Thank you so much!" Tessa says with tears in her eyes as she hugs Betty. "We don't have a date set yet, but expect an invitation in the mail as soon as we do," Tessa promises with the sweetest smile.

"I can't wait." Betty returns her smile. "You two have a safe trip home."

We both say goodbye before walking toward the foyer. Unfortunately, I'm stopped in my tracks when I see that woman again.

"Hardin, what's wrong?"

"I almost made it without running into that horrible woman again," I groan.

"Who?"

"That one." I gesture in her direction.

"That's the woman you've been running into all weekend?"

"Yep, that's her." I roll my eyes.

"Hardin, that's not just some rude woman."

"I know. She's a total bitch!"

"No... I mean... that's my mother."