Warren backed away then led her back to their room. It was a gorgeous room with white curtains on a sliding door, which led to a huge balcony. The bed was large and also adorned in white and tan. The scent of the island filled the air, and Leslie was sure she could live in that paradise forever.
"You are such a wanton woman. How did I ever get so lucky?" Warren growled against the side of her neck as he slammed the door to their room closed. He wasted no time reaching behind her and pulling the string to her top. The fabric fell away with no effort at all, leaving her breasts exposed to him. Warren's heated eyes flared and darkened with lust as he advanced on her. Fear and excitement rose in her, and she found herself backing up toward the balcony. "Oh, I see, my naughty woman wants me to fuck her on the balcony where everyone can see and hear her. I like it."
Picking her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked toward the open balcony doors. With the way it was built, it was actually hard to see them, even when they were standing on the edge. However, she was sure the sound would still travel just fine. Warren set her down on the edge of the balcony and continued to kiss her as if trying to suck her soul out through her lips. Using her feet, she began to work his shorts down his legs so he would be free of them.
With her body screaming for him to be inside of her, Leslie couldn't help but roll and rock her hips against his now exposed cock. He was already hard and thick for her. Feeling him rubbing against her, even through the thin fabric of her bikini, had her moaning and begging for more. Warren liked to keep her on the edge and toy with her as long as possible before giving in to her. She could feel her wetness soaking through her bikini and knew he could feel it too.
Their kissing continued in that passionate and nearly violent way he liked to be with her. His arms held her tightly to ensure she wouldn't fall as he began to thrust against her. She could hear his deep breath and soft moans and knew he wanted her just as badly as she desired him. It was a mutual frenzy of lust between them. Leslie ran her hands up his back to his shoulders, letting one sink into the hair at the nape of his neck.
As he quickened his motion against her clit, she could feel her body building up with anticipation of her first orgasm of the session. Warren never stopped until she had come so many times she lost count. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and she held on tightly as he worked her.
"That's it, my lovely. You know you want to come for me. Let it out. Let everyone hear you scream out for me." His command sent a shockwave through her body, and within moments, she was screaming out his name and writhing in his arms.
His hand moved between them, pulling her bikini bottoms to the side and out of the way. With one hard thrust, he filled her completely, making her already quaking body spiral into another hard orgasm. She looked up into Warren's eyes and saw his need and passion filling them as he thrust hard and fast into her body. He looked at her then down between them, loving to watch his body enter hers. She had noticed it was something he did often—watched himself fuck her.
Her body tightened. She felt him grab her more tightly and pull her into him. They moved like the ocean waves, fluid and rolling, their moans filling the air and riding the breeze out to everyone on the beach. The thought of people watching them had her even more excited, and she knew he would make her release again soon.
Grabbing tight to her ass, he lifted her again and carried her into the bedroom, never stopping his motions. She gripped to his shoulders, using him to move against him as they made their way to the bed. As they fell to it, he began to hammer into her, fucking her as if he were trying to fuck through her. He leaned in sucking and nibbling her breasts and nipples as his hands moved all over her body. With every move he made, he seemed to become more frenzied in his lovemaking.
Pulling out of her, he flipped her over and lifted her hips, slamming back into her before she could even catch her breath. The change of angles had her screaming out for him over and over. "Yes, that's it. Scream my name. Tell the world who makes you fucking come."
His voice was tight, strained with his own need to release. His fingers gripped to near bruising levels a moment before he slammed so hard into her she was sure he hit the end of her. He roared as he released deep into her body, making her shudder and writhe against him. The euphoria she felt every time they had sex was unlike anything she had ever felt. Even Adam couldn't compare to the type of lover she had found in his brother.
***
The amazing colors of the fish they found as they swam in the beautiful Pacific Ocean were breathtaking. Leslie was still floating around on cloud nine from their earlier play, but she was also very enthralled by their excursion. He had rented a boat, choosing to have them sail on their own rather than having someone watching their every move. Once they had found the reef, Warren had put down anchor so they could get out and swim.
The ocean water was warm but had mixes of cool that washed in with the current. It was different from the Atlantic but nice all the same. Warren swam close by, pointing out different fish and plants he thought she would enjoy. They had snorkel gear on, so they wouldn't have to emerge from the water every couple of minutes, and Leslie had even taken some deeper dives to get a closer looks at things.
Hawaii was magical. When she finally surfaced again, Warren was watching her, treading water nearby. "So, is this what you wanted?" he asked with a huge grin on his face.
"Yes, this is wonderful. I don't think I ever want to go back home," Leslie groaned, leaning back and floating in the water.
The boat was close by, and she was sure they would be heading back to it soon. Warren had made sure they had plenty of food and wine so they could enjoy a picnic while watching the sun set. For how forceful and dominant he could be in bed, Warren was also just as loving and romantic when showing her a good time.
"Well, we could, but it would be hard for us to actually run the company from here. It is all the way on the other side of the country," he teased, swimming over to her and kissing her lightly with his salty lips. She moaned at the taste of him then wrapped around him. The change in buoyancy had them sinking a bit, and she separated them so he wouldn't drown. She found it funny how much more work he had to put into keeping afloat.
"True, but it is nice to fantasize," Leslie answered, turning to swim back to the boat. She was ready to get on the deck and soak up the last of the sun for the day.
"Oh, I know all about fantasies, and yes, it is worth it." Warren helped her get back into the boat and used a towel to dry her off. The sun was already starting to set over the ocean, and Leslie was tired. With the time difference, it was much later to her body than to her eyes.
Leslie lay down on one of the lounge chairs, and Warren poured both of them some wine so they could enjoy the sunset. With a sweet smile, she looked over to where Warren was moving about the boat. "Thank you so much. This has been wonderful, and I needed it so much. I couldn't have asked for a better vacation."
Chapter Twenty
Sharron had called as soon as Leslie got back from her vacation with Warren and asked if she was still interested in taking a day with her at work. In all honesty, Leslie hadn't thought much about going up to Sharron's work the whole time she had been away. Being back and relaxed though, the idea of heading over there and seeing if going to work would help her sounded fun.
"Yeah, I can do that. What do I need to wear?" Leslie asked, working on her omelet while she talked on the phone.
"Business casual. If it was something you would feel comfortable wearing up at SkyFinn, then it is something you can wear here. I don't wear suits all the time. It makes people uncomfortable. Oh, I can't wait to have you up here; I think it is going to be fun for us to work together." Sharron nearly squealed on the other end of the phone.
Leslie laughed, finishing up her conversation before taking a seat so she could eat her breakfast. Her skin still had that beach sting to it, and the scent of the tropics permeated from her hair. It was a different sensation, though, from Florida,
and she had enjoyed it immensely. Excited for her plans, she rushed down to her room and started to go through her clothes, wanting to pick the perfect outfit for the next day. She got so lost in going through pantsuits and dresses, not wanting to be too formal but also not wanting to be too casual, that she lost track of time.
The sound of the door opened and closed, bringing her back from her distraction, and she jumped at the sound. No dinner was cooked, and she was in the middle of a pile of clothing. Feeling upset over not getting anything done, she dug herself out of the pile and headed down the hall to meet up with Warren. "Hey, I'm so sorry. I didn't get anything done today. I got on the phone with Sharron talking about going with her to work, and then I was looking through clothes."
"What do you mean going to work with Sharron? Why are you going to work with her?" Warren asked, his face screwing up in confusion as he took off his jacket and set it on the hook before unloading his pockets on the small table by the door.
"Remember, before we went on vacation? Sharron offered for me to come and work with her for a little while. She thinks getting out of the house and actually doing something might help me get better and take my mind off of things," Leslie explained. She watched as he got comfortable then walked with him toward the kitchen. She was sure she could find something to cook up easily without having to worry about it taking too long.
"No, I forgot about that. I don't know. I have kinda grown used to you being home when I get off work. Sharron works long hours sometimes. I'm not sure I would like you being out late," Warren protested, taking a seat at the counter. His words were in direct opposition to what he had said before their vacation.
"I don't think she plans for me to work long hours. Just something part time for while you are at work so I am not home alone all the time. Being stuck in this house isn't really good for me." Leslie pulled out the stuff to make a quick stir fry. She knew it would take less than fifteen minutes and would be filling.
"Maybe, but I still would rather you be here. You know Sharron is just going to pull you and have you doing more and more before long. She is always at her office staying late. I'm sure she wants you there so she doesn't have to be alone, and so she can get her work done faster. I just worry about you getting sucked in and then not having any time for yourself." Warren unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt and started to roll his sleeve up his arms. It was a common thing for him to do and always seemed to draw Leslie's eyes. How was it he had such a strong effect on her? Even Adam had never made her feel this wanton and frenzied.
"Warren, I'm not going to let that happen. I know you want me around, and I know you enjoy coming home to dinner. But I also need to have a life of my own. I can't just sit here," Leslie added, trying to explain her reasoning for it.
As she put the meat in the pan with a little olive oil, garlic, salt, and pepper, the aroma quickly filled the air, making her realize just how hungry she was. Leslie found her mind racing, thinking about the right thing to do. Warren had been the one to help her through all of this. He had been the only one there for her throughout the loss of Adam. Even though Sharron cared about her, she had never had time for her. However, Leslie had pretty much spent all of her time in this house. She had to find something about herself that was more than just being someone's woman.
"You say that now." Warren stood and walked around behind her. Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her and looked deep into her eyes. "You stayed home for Adam. You had no problem being a housewife to him. Why suddenly is it so important for you to get out of the house? What makes me so different? I just want you here for me like I have been for you."
Leslie felt her breathing stop for a moment as she looked up into Warren's eyes. They were filled with jealousy and possessiveness, things she had never thought to see in him. Warren had always been such a free spirit. Why would it matter to him so much if she spent a few hours out of the house working?
Blinking a couple of times, she bowed her head and broke his hold on her by turning around. The meat was starting to char, and she didn't want it to burn, so she began to stir it with her wooden spoon as she let his words sink in. He was only asking her to be the same kind of woman to him that she had been for Adam. It was the truth. Working had never been important to her before.
"Look, it was just an idea. I don't have to do it. Sharron just thought it would be fun. I already promised to go up there tomorrow, so I will do that and then tell her I'm not really interested." Leslie's words came out low and distant as her mind drifted.
She could feel her heart racing. The idea of upsetting Warren really bothered her. It had never been like her to displease the people in her life, and it was very apparent it bothered Warren for her to go to work. She would just have to tell Sharron it wasn't a good idea. Warren was probably right. Before long, she would end up working long hours and not being home until late. That wasn't the sort of life she wanted to live.
Feeling a bit defeated, she started adding the vegetables to the stir fry. A mix of peppers, onions, mushrooms, and zucchini would do well with the strips of beef she already fried up, and the fragrance made her even hungrier than she had been before. Warren ran his hands up and down the sides of her body, keeping himself pressed tight to her, and she could tell he was growing excited with the fact he got his way.
Finishing off the food, she poured it all into a large bowl and then grabbed the tortillas, having to pull away from Warren to do so. He chuckled a bit then grabbed the wine. "I'm going to go change real quick while you finish setting the table. I will only be a second."
"Sure," was all she said as she put the food on the small kitchen table before getting plates, silverware, and glasses.
By the time the table was set and the wine was poured, Warren was back wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He looked a lot more comfortable, and when he walked over to her, he gave her a tight hug and soft kiss on the forehead. The two of them took their seats and began to eat, Warren telling her how his day went. Vivian had apparently put in a request for maternity leave. She was having trouble with fake contraction pains, and the doctor wanted her to rest more. Just hearing about Vivian brought down Leslie's mood.
"Oh, I'm sorry for bringing it up. I forgot that is a sensitive subject for you." Warren got up and walked over to her, giving her a hug and kissing the top of her head. "Please don't let it bring you down. I just knew you two had been such good friends before."
"It's fine. I shouldn't let stuff like that get to me so much. I'm sure one day, when the time is right, I will get my chance." Leslie smiled up at him and cupped his cheek before turning back to her food.
Warren returned to his seat and refilled both of their wine glasses before continuing with the conversation. "Well, in other news, we are taking on more contracts. By the end of the month, we will have three new clients, which is great. I think the firm is really going to start expanding. Never thought I would be able to pull it off."
"I always knew you had it in you. Everyone always doubted you, but you just needed some motivation and a chance to prove yourself. I never thought it was fair that everyone treated you like a little kid about things." Leslie finished off her food and sat back to sip her wine.
The look Warren gave her sent heat down her spine. It was a look of love and humility, something uncommon for Warren who had always been so prideful. Leslie could tell he appreciated how much faith she had in him, and it was the truth. She had always seen the best in him, and it had always bothered her that no one else could see it. Warren was the sort of guy that put his all in the things he did, and so long as he had the support of the people around him, he would do well. The fact everyone brushed him off as some sort of playboy goof-off had brought him down and been the reason he had been so unsuccessful with his life before.
Once her wine was gone, Leslie got up and began to clean up from their meal. Her mind was still racing with what to tell Sharron and how upset Warren had gotten over that. It didn't help how upset hearing about Vivian had ma
de her either. It was the first time in a long while she had let something bother her so much. Warren had been able to keep things at bay for her, but today had just not worked out.
Washing up dishes and wiping down counters, she got so involved in what she was doing she hadn't noticed Warren moving in behind her. He pulled her in close to him and breathed in deeply. His hard firm body pressed tightly to her, and he slowly began to rock back and forth, as if dancing with her without music. He said nothing as they moved, his face buried in the back of her neck. It was comforting and soothing, and slowly all the bad thoughts left her, replaced only with the feelings Warren had brought back to life in her. Her hands rose to rest against his, and she began to move with him.
Soft sounds of him humming began to vibrate against her neck, sending electricity down her spine. Her head fell back, and she pulled his arms more tightly around her. They pressed even tighter together as they danced together, slow and soft in the middle of the kitchen. With Warren's usual wild nature, this was such a different feeling that it had Leslie's heart nearly pounding out of her chest. She sighed contently and moaned softly with her happiness.
"I love you, Leslie. I have always loved you," Warren whispered against the back of her neck. Slowly he turned her so they were facing each other. She looked up into his eyes, heated with love and desire, and she found herself melting in his arms.
"I love you, too, Warren. I think I always have as well. I think that is why I felt so guilty for so long." A deep blush spread over her cheeks, and she turned so she couldn't see him.
"Don't look away, and don't feel guilty. There is nothing wrong with you loving me. There is nothing wrong with what we are doing, and I am going to prove that to you. I love you. It is why I want you here with me. It is why I came over to check on you every day. It is why I'm not going anywhere."
Leaning in, he kissed her, hard and deep, with all the passion he possibly could. Leslie's knees grew weak, and she nearly fell if not for his arms around her. He held her in place, keeping her tight against his body as the kiss grew deeper and ever more passionate. Leslie was sure she would explode from it all but never wanted it to end. When Warren kissed her like that, nothing else in her life mattered any more. It was why she had let herself fall for him. It was why she would do the things that pleased him. This passion was what she craved. His love was what she needed.
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