Impulse: Book Four
"Impulse: A sudden inclination or urge"
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It had been two weeks since Tori had asked Brett to move in with her. They had spent the last two weeks packing Brett's things and planning the move. Victoria wanted to be there when the movers brought Brett's things to the penthouse. However, Brett was emphatic about doing it by herself. Tori had been so attentive the last two months since they had been together. She knew that her tall business woman had many issues that needed her attention at work and didn't need anymore added responsibilities, no matter how willing she seemed to be. So Brett decided to schedule the mover to come while Victoria was at work.
It was a cool March Friday evening when Tori stepped out of the elevator of her penthouse. She had expected to see boxes strewn all over, but was surprised to see everything in its place. Looking around the penthouse, she searched for any signs of her new roommate.
"Honey, I'm home." It was a great feeling to be able to say that. Her dreams of sharing a life with Brett were finally coming true. The anxious woman waited for an answer, but she didn't receive one. She felt a pang of disappointment as she continued to search her home for her partner. Maybe the movers couldn't move her today. Tori searched the whole bottom floor and decided to go search for Brett in their bedroom. She climbed the spiral staircase that led to the master bedroom and again was disappointed when she approached the slightly ajarred door and didn't hear a sound. She pushed the door open and stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of the view before her.
"Hi," came the smokey voice of her young lover.
Victoria stood at the door in bewilderment, unable to move a muscle or speak a syllable. The best she could do was look on in wonder and swallow in surprise.
"How was your day at the office, dear?" Brett was enjoying the look on Victoria's face. It was a rare occasion to render the great Victoria Hull speechless, but a vixen named Brett Montgomery knew exactly what buttons to push to extract such a reaction.
Tori heard the words but her brain functions were unable to process a response. This was Brett's first official day in the penthouse and Tori was planning on celebrating the occasion with her. Brett obviously beat her to the punch and the tall executive was knocked out.
"Do you plan on standing there all evening or are you going to give me a proper hello?" Brett gave Tori a come hither look and spread out on the bed to wait for her lover to snap out of her haze.
Letting out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding, Tori looked around the room for a moment and saw the candle lit dinner that Brett had prepared in the corner of the room. The new resident had lit the fireplace and spread little tea light candles around the chamber. Rose petals cast over the bed and all over the floor. Somehow, Victoria's legs had carried her to the side of the bed and Brett was smiling beguilingly up at her.
Brett wore a ribbon that barely covered strategic part of her body and had a bow tied at the cleft of her breasts. There was a note at the end of the bow that simple said, "PULL."
Not one to disobey orders, Tori reached for the tip of the bow and untied the silky fabric. The bow fell open and the ribbon that surrounded her lover fell haplessly to the bed. Brett stretched back and Tori was helpless to stop the call of the beautiful blonde's body to her. She stepped out of her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Brett sat up as Tori straddled her and they ensued in a heated kiss that rivaled that of the flame that was burning in the fireplace. Hands frantically traveled everywhere and Brett made quick work of the clothes that kept her from the soft silky skin of Tori's body. Before they knew what was happening, the two were naked and carried away with the tide of their two bodies crashing against each other.
The sound of Ravel's Bolero filled the room as the two lovers lounged on the couch in front of the fireplace. They had made love in various places around the room and had shared the sumptuous meal that Brett had prepared.
Tori was drawing tiny circles on the small of Brett's back and was contented to lay there with Brett in her arms for the rest of the night.
"Thank you for tonight my love." Tori placed a tender kiss on the top of Brett's head and Brett snuggled even closer enjoying the feeling of their joined bodies and the hypnotic caress of Tori's foot running up and down her leg.
"You're welcome. I wanted to make tonight very special." Brett tipped her head up and their mouths met.
"Mmmm...You certainly have. But wasn't that my job? I mean you're the one who's moving in. I'm supposed to welcome your arrival." Running a finger along Brett's check, she smiled and locked eyes with Brett's bright beautiful green ones.
"Please. It's not everyday that a girl is swept away by a Princess and is taken to the castle to live happily ever after. I can't tell you how it feels to know that you and I are going to wake up and go to sleep in each other's arms everyday. To know that when we say ‘we're going home', it will be together. You've made me the happiest woman in the world. A little Chicken Marsala and linguine can hardly make up for that." Brett adjusted her head on the older woman's shoulder and let out a contented sigh.
"A mighty fine Chicken Marsala it was my love. I was just dreaming about it." Tori licked her lips and Brett's heart warmed at Tori's enjoyment of her culinary skills. "Is there anymore? That was wonderful." Tori's stomach chose that moment to rumble and they both laughed.
"There's a whole lot more downstairs. I'll go get some more for you." Brett tried to get up but was stopped by Tori's arms around her.
"One moment.... I'll go get it when I'm finished singing your praises." Tori sank even deeper into the warmth that she shared with Brett and they shared tiny nips and kisses between words of love.
"You don't owe me a thing, Brett. Just having you here, sharing my life with me is all I will ever need. You have made me....hands down..... the happiest woman in the world." Tori captured Brett's lips and they savored each other thoroughly forgetting the food as they chased the rest of the night and a portion of the morning delighting in each other's arms.
TO BE CONTINUED. Installment Twelve
Impulse: Book Four