"Do you have everything?" he asked, making sure nothing was left behind. "I think so," Carol replied, double-checking the bags. "You look very smart today, Brett." He smiled, smoothing down his shirt. "Thanks. Tomorrow is a year to the day I met Santana. I'm surprising her with a special weekend getaway." Carol's face lit up with a warm smile. "That sounds wonderful. I hope you both have a lovely weekend."
"Thank you" Brett said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Hopefully, James keeps his cool this weekend." Carol laughed, crossing her fingers. "Fingers crossed."
After saying a quick goodbye to the boys, Brett headed inside to finish packing. He wanted everything to be perfect for Santana. With the bag packed and everything ready, he took a moment to survey his home, ensuring everything was in order before he left to pick her up from work.
The drive to Santana's office was filled with anticipation. Brett couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he told her about the surprise. When Santana finally emerged from the building, Brett's heart skipped a beat. She looked radiant, even after a long day at work. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and a smile spread across her face as she approached the car. She opened the door and jumped in, immediately noticing the cologne he was wearing.
"Oh, you smell nice" she remarked, putting on her seatbelt before turning to look at him. "Wow, Brett Pierce, look at you" she said, giving him a kiss. "You look handsome." Brett smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "Thanks," he said, returning the kiss.
Santana squinted her eyes playfully. "Which woman do I have to kill that's got you dressed up for a date?" she teased. Brett laughed, shaking his head. "You," he said, kissing her again. "The boys are with their grandparents, and we're going to celebrate our anniversary." She looked confused for a moment. "Our six-month anniversary?"
"No, our first date anniversary," Brett clarified with a grin. "Where are we going?" she asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. "It's a surprise," Brett replied, putting the car in drive and starting the two-hour journey to the resort he had booked. He had spent weeks planning this trip, wanting everything to be perfect for Santana.
As they drove, they talked about their day and shared stories, the conversation flowing easily between them. Brett loved these moments with Santana, the simple joy of being in each other's company. The scenery changed from urban to rural as they left the city behind, the landscape becoming more serene and picturesque.
After a couple of hours, they finally arrived at the resort spa hotel. It was nestled in a lush, green valley surrounded by mountains, the perfect setting for a romantic getaway. Brett parked the car and turned to Santana, who was looking around in awe. "This place is beautiful," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "I'm glad you like it," Brett said, his heart racing with excitement. "Let's get checked in."
They made their way to the reception, where they were greeted with warm smiles. Brett had outdone himself this time, booking a suite with its own personal swimming pool and whirlpool tub.
As they entered the room, Santana gasped in delight, her eyes widening as she took in the luxurious space. "This is amazing, Brett," she said, hugging him tightly. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, holding her close. He could feel her excitement and it made his heart swell with happiness. "I wanted to make this special for us." Santana pulled back slightly, a playful smirk on her lips. "And sexy?" she teased. Brett laughed, nodding. "Of course," he said. "Sexy is a given."
He had thought of everything. Knowing Santana's love for a good indulgence, he had pre-ordered a pizza and a bottle of her favorite white wine, which should be arriving in about half an hour. As he shared this information, Santana's eyes lit up even more.
"Pizza and wine?" she said, her voice filled with excitement as she tucked into the chocolate-covered strawberries that were laid out on the table. "Are we eating pizza in the tub?" Brett eagerly nodded, watching her enjoy the strawberries. "Absolutely," he said. "What better way to celebrate?"
Santana laughed, shaking her head in amusement. "I wish I'd known," she said, glancing down at her dress. "I would have worn something fancy." Brett smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "You look beautiful," he told her. "But if you mean what's under the dress, I'm sure it's perfect."
With a playful wink, Santana made her way to the bathroom to start filling up the tub. Brett followed, admiring the way she moved with such grace and confidence. The bathroom itself was a haven of relaxation, with a large whirlpool tub surrounded by candles and plush towels. Santana turned on the taps, adjusting the water temperature until it was just right.
As the tub filled, Brett set about making the room even more inviting. He dimmed the lights, creating a soft, romantic ambiance, and placed a few more candles around the room.
The knock at the door signaled the arrival of their pizza and wine. Brett quickly answered, tipping the delivery person generously before bringing the food inside. He placed the pizza box and wine bottle on the side table near the tub, along with two glasses.
Santana emerged from the bathroom, her dress now replaced by a plush robe. She smiled at Brett, appreciating the effort he had put into making this evening special. "This is perfect," she said, her voice soft with gratitude.
Brett poured them each a glass of wine, handing one to Santana as she stepped into the tub. The warm water enveloped her, and she let out a contented sigh. Brett quickly followed, settling in beside her. The whirlpool jets created gentle waves, and the bubbles added a touch of whimsy to the experience.
They clinked their glasses together in a toast. "To us," Brett said, his eyes locked on Santana's. "To us," she echoed, taking a sip of her wine. The rich, full-bodied flavor was the perfect complement to the luxurious surroundings.
For a while, they simply enjoyed the warmth of the water and the comfort of being together "This is amazing," she said, her voice filled with contentment. "Pizza in a tub. You really do know how to spoil a girl."
After they finished eating, they sat back in the tub, letting the warmth of the water and bubbles soothe their muscles. Santana rested her head on Brett's shoulder, laying on top of Brett feeling completely at peace. "This is perfect," she murmured, her eyes closing as she savored the moment.
Brett wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. "I'm glad you're happy" he said. "That's all I ever want" kissing her bare shoulder as his hands roam greedily over her breasts. A low groan escapes from deep within him as she notices his arousal. "I can feel you" she whispered into his ear. "I can't help it" Brett breathes out, his desire for her consuming every inch of him.
Santana turned in his arms, straddling him in the tub as she pressed her body closer against his. His hands immediately went to her hips, pulling her even closer as they both moaned at the contact. Their lips collided in a fiery kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as Santana expertly stroked his throbbing arousal with her hand.
Brett's hands moved up to cup Santana's breasts and he gently squeezed them before rolling her nipples between his fingers, causing a shiver of pleasure to run through her body. They broke their passionate kiss for a moment, panting heavily as they gazed into each other's eyes, both filled with desire. "I want you, Santana" Brett said, his voice husky and deep with longing. "Then take me" she replied, her own voice thick with need and urgency.
Brett didn't waste any time as he lifted Santana up as she positioned him underneath her as slowly lowered herself onto his hard length, moaning at the sensation of being completely filled by him.
Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, their breaths mingling as they kissed and touched each other passionately. The water sloshed around them as Santana rode Brett harder and faster, her nails digging deep into his shoulder as he grasped her hips and drove her harder and faster.
In a bold move, Brett reached between them and began to rub Santana's clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as he continued to slam down on him. Santana's moans grew louder with every thrust of Brett's hips and with the added stimulation of her clit, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge. "I'm going to come" she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. "Come for me, baby" Brett encouraged, his own need growing as he watched Santana lose control.
With a loud moan, Santana reached her climax, her body shaking as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Brett continued to thrust into her, extending the intensity until he also found release. Santana collapsed onto Brett's chest, her body still wracked with aftershocks. Brett wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he kissed her forehead gently.
Santana lifted her head to look into Brett's eyes and she could see the same emotions reflected in them. She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before resting her head back on his chest. They stayed in the tub until the temperature began to drop and they reluctantly climbed out. Brett reached for a towel, wrapping it around Santana and pulling her into a warm embrace. She laughed, a light and happy sound that made Brett's heart swell.
Without warning, Brett lifted Santana over his shoulder, causing her to squeal in surprise and delight. He carried her into the bedroom, her laughter filling the room. With a playful grin, he gently tossed her onto the bed. Santana bounced slightly on the mattress, her eyes sparkling with joy.
Brett leaned over her, his eyes filled with affection as he brushed a strand of wet hair from her face. She couldn't resist pulling him down for a kiss, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. In one swift motion, he flips Santana onto her front, as both his hands trail down her back and squeezing her ass possessively. "You drive me wild, Santana" Brett breathed in between kisses to her neck his voice husky with desire. "I've never met someone as sexy and as beautiful as you." His hands roamed over every inch of her exposed skin, setting off sparks of pleasure that coursed through Santana's body.
She gasped when she felt his tongue teasing at her entrance, his hands gripping her ass tightly. He wanted to taste every inch of her, to make her lose control as his tongue dove deep inside of Santana, eliciting a loud moan from her. Santana's fingers dug deep into the sheets, anchoring herself as waves of pleasure crashed over her body, leaving her trembling and wanting more.
Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as Brett's tongue found all the right spots within her. Her breathing became more erratic as she felt herself reaching the edge, but just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Brett slowed down and eased off.
Santana let out a frustrated groan at the loss of contact, but before she could say anything he dragged her to the edge of the bed. Her legs dangled over the side as he positioned himself between them, firmly gripping her ass. She moaned as she felt him hard against her thigh. With one hand still holding onto her ass as Brett used his other hand to guide himself inside of her.
She moan as he filled her completely, their bodies moving together in a perfect rhythm. Brett's hands moved from her ass to grasp her hips, forcing her closer as he drove himself deeper into her. With each movement, Santana's fingers dug into the sheets, her back arched as Brett's lips trailed kisses between her shoulders. Brett's name fell from her lips in a breathless chant, driving him to quicken his pace even more.
The sound of skin slapping against skin continued to echo through the room as Brett slammed into Santana. Their moans and gasps filled the air, their bodies slick with sweat as they gave into their primal urges. His thrusts became more urgent, his hands gripping Santana's hips tightly as he drove himself deeper into her. She threw her head back in ecstasy and with a final deep thrust, they both reached their climax together, bodies shaking and breaths labored as they rode out their pleasure.
As Brett caught his breath, he collapsed onto the bed next to Santana as she ran her fingers through Brett's damp hair, smiling up at him with pure contentment in her eyes. "I've never felt this way before" she said softly, a hint of awe in her voice, "With anyone else." Brett's heart swelled with love and he leaned down to kiss her lips tenderly. "Me neither" he replied honestly, his voice full of sincerity. "I love you so much and I never want to be without you.
Santana awoke to the sound of voices murmuring in the room. At first, she was disoriented, unsure of where she was. The room was softly lit by the morning sun filtering through the curtains. Then she felt Brett's gentle touch, his hand stroking her head. "Breakfast is here," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm. She stretched, feeling an ache in her muscles from their late-night activities, and yawned, looking up at him through sleepy eyes.
Brett handed her a mimosa, the glass cold in her hand. He clinked his glass against hers with a smile, and they shared a quick kiss, a sweet connection that made Santana's heart flutter. "Come on" he urged, pulling her out of bed and guiding her towards the table set up with breakfast. The aroma of fresh coffee, warm pastries, and fruit filled the room, and her stomach growled in anticipation.
She took a sip of the mimosa, Brett pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, feeling a rush of gratitude for this man who seemed to know exactly how to make her feel cherished. As they began to eat, Brett filled her in on the plans for the day. "We're having a couple's massage in an hour," he said, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Right here in the room."
Santana's eyes widened in delight. "That sounds amazing," she said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. She felt a wave of affection for him, a deep sense of connection that made her heart swell.
After they finished eating, they lounged around the suite for a while, enjoying the tranquility of the morning. Brett put on some soft music, and they danced together in the living room, their movements slow and intimate. Santana rested her head on Brett's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and feeling completely at peace.
Eventually, there was a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of the massage therapists. Brett answered the door, greeting the two therapists with a friendly smile. They set up the massage tables in the living area, transforming the space into a serene retreat. The air was soon filled with the calming scent of lavender and eucalyptus, creating a perfect ambiance for relaxation.
Santana and Brett changed into the plush robes provided by the hotel and lay down on the massage tables. The therapists began their work, their skilled hands working out the knots and tension in their muscles. Santana closed her eyes, letting the stress melt away as the massage worked its magic. She felt Brett's hand reach out to hers, and she held it tightly, feeling a profound sense of unity with him.
After the massages, they were both in a blissful daze. They lay on the bed together, wrapped in each other's arms, feeling completely relaxed and rejuvenated. Santana traced lazy circles on Brett's chest with her finger, her mind drifting in a haze of contentment.
"Thank you for this weekend" she murmured, looking up at him with a smile. Brett kissed her forehead. "You deserve it," he said simply.
The evening soon came, and Santana and Brett got ready to go out for a special dinner at a Japanese steakhouse. The anticipation of the evening filled the air as they dressed up, Santana in a sleek black dress and Brett in a sharp suit. They both looked at each other with admiration, feeling the excitement of their anniversary celebration.
As they arrived at the restaurant, the atmosphere was lively and filled with the sizzle and aroma from the Hibachi. The chef performed his culinary showmanship right in front of them, creating an engaging and delightful experience. They laughed and enjoyed the spectacle, their faces glowing with happiness.
While they waited for their food to arrive, Brett took a moment to reflect on their journey together. "I can't believe it's been a year since our first date," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "It feels like just yesterday." Santana nodded, her heart full. "I know," she replied, her eyes shining with love. Brett turned to her, his expression becoming serious. He took her hand gently in his. "I love you, Santana. More than I ever thought possible."
Santana felt a slight panic rising within her as his tone shifted. "Brett" she began quietly, "you're not proposing, are you?" Brett leaned back, looking into her eyes and smiling, "No" he assured her softly.
Santana exhaled deeply, visibly relieved. "Thank God," she breathed out, but then she noticed the confusion on Brett's face. "Would you not want to marry me?" he asked seriously, looking a little nervous about her answer.
"Oh," Santana started, her heart racing. "Of course I'd marry you. I just haven't had my nails done, and my hair isn't great because I left some of my product at home." She blurted out the explanation, her voice a mix of nervousness and affection.
Brett burst out laughing, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I love you" he told her again, squeezing her hand. Santana joined in his laughter, feeling the tension melt away. "I love you too" she said, her voice softening.