Then Tess reached to the side to the zip of her skirt. Once it was down, the fabric slid off the curves of her hips to puddle to the floor.
She stood before me in only that damn lacey bra and a matching pair of panties. Deliberately, she cocked a hip, eyeing my very obvious erection. It was everything I could do not to unzip and give myself a hand while she was putting on her show.
“You like what you see?” she asked, coy.
“You know I do. Come here.” I patted my lap invitingly.
Tess pretended to pout. “But I need to throw my clothes in the washing machine.”
I rose to my feet, going to her. “You can do that after.” Then I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
She didn’t even pretend to resist. Lifting her mouth to mine, she melted against me, all softness and skin. I clutched her hard and then turned to push her to the couch.
She landed with a little laugh… a laugh which cut off into an appreciative growl when I pulled out a condom from my pocket.
“Turn around,” I said roughly as I unwrapped the condom from the foil. “Lose the panties.”
The lacy fabric came down, and she turned, revealing her supple, beautiful ass in all her glory.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Rolling on the condom, I positioned myself behind her. Tess was bracing against the cushioned arm of the couch. She needed all she could get because I entered her hard, taking her pussy from behind.
She moaned low, bowing her head and lowering her back to stick her ass up higher—giving me all the access that I needed.
I gripped her hips and took her hard and rough. My hips snapped quickly, striking spots that made her squeal one moment and moan the next.
Fuck… she was so tight, so hot. I knew this already, but it surprised me every time.
Gripping her hips, I pulled her up just a little more so I could fuck her with abandon.
“Beck!” she moaned, her only warning before her tight pussy clenched and unclenched around me. She was coming.
It was too much. My own pleasure drove me forward, slamming into her before I came as well.
As the last of the orgasm passed, I slumped over her.
It was scary how quickly I had become addicted to her.
50
Tess
“Ah!” Vera stepped into the elevator with us. “Did you come back for the afternoon yoga session?”
“You guys do yoga here?” I asked.
“It’s not that kind of yoga,” Beck said to me.
“What kind is it? Bikram yoga? Hot yoga?”
“It’s naked yoga,” Vera said. “Done outdoors in the elements. Don’t worry, it’s easy to get confused. The HOA president said we had to wear clothes traveling to and from yoga, but that really harshens my chakras after yoga. I need to let my elements be balanced and breathe.”
She turned to Beck. “For your brother’s campaign platform, I want him to explicitly list out that he’s going to remove the yoga clothing ban.”
“I will inform him,” Beck said carefully.
“Good man!” Vera patted his arm and stepped off at the amenity level.
“Is Greg really going to be the HOA president?” I asked Beck. “It seems like it’s a bit below Greg’s pay grade.”
