115 Door bell

Work seemed to be getting heavier with patients, that I was starting to consider offering another doctor an office room in the building. Jack Brown at the hospital had called me recently asking if I'd be interested in letting some of the newly graduated doctors get some experience in my office before throwing them into the ER situations and the mental health facility which could be a bit overwhelming at first.

It'd been three months since David's memorial and Sarina was working hard on getting the second floor sound proof at the moment for the above tenants. That way all the remodeling that was going to be taking place would not be a disturbance. She had been searching for a wedding planner that matched her personality and aesthetic vision too, which by the excitement she was expressing this morning, may have been found.

God, I hope so. I would marry her at the courthouse if she'd let me, just so I could say she's my wife already. I just wanted to say those words to her, MY WIFE. Thinking about it gave me excited chills and sent my heart into a fast samba beat. She'd be my wife soon enough.

Gripping my chest, I sigh and look down at the computer with the forms I've been filling out to place an advertisement in the medical journal. I shake my head of my thoughts and get back to work. I finish the advertisement and put up a few on job search sites, until my lunch time is over.

I get a message that my one thirty is here and I have them sent in. I didn't check my schedule to see who it was so I have my clipboard out with just paper and my computer open to click on their file. In walks Tori which is a relief, she'd been making progress and I was thinking of letting her know that I didn't think she would need my help much longer. As she grew closer though, I could see something weighing on her mind.

"Hey Tori, take a seat. Something troubling you?" I ask noting how she's chewing on the inside of cheek.

She nods, "Yes. However, it's my issue to worry about. Business deal that's become complicated is all." She forces a smile but her eyes are still troubled.

We start our session and she seems like she's regressed a bit. It could be from the stress of the business deal but I decide to not let her go until I know for sure. We make her an appointment for next month and I finish up my day.

I hurry home so I can wrap my arms around my beautiful woman. I pull into the drive and see her car, which puts some pep in my step as I enter the house.

"Oh lucy! I'm home!" I call out to her and I get a giggle in return from her popping her head out of the kitchen.

"In here!" She waves towards me, blushing.

"You won't be for long..." I say striding into the kitchen to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me as she is chopping up veggies for dinner. "How was your day, dear?" I ask, laying kisses on her neck, taking a deep breath of her smell from just behind her ear.

"It went well, I found our planner, who's been amazing so far. She gave me a list of venues for us to go over and photographers that she works with, that have great portfolios." She sets the knife down and turns in my arms, wrapping hers around me, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I missed you though." She whispers gently against my lips.

I hum and smirk in reply, "Good to know I wasn't the only one today." I lay a gentle kiss on her lips and pull back from her. "Do you want some help with dinner?" I ask her, heading to the sink to wash my hands.

"Sure, pull out the chicken from the fridge please and cut it up in to strips." We make dinner together and take a seat at the table.

"So how was your day?" Sarina asks.

"I filled out some advertisements to hire another doctor on at the office. My days have been full and I'm not wanting to bring work home with me too often. I want to make sure my time at home is fully dedicated to my wife later." I wink at her.

Sarina turns beat red, but bats her eyelashes at me, "I can only imagine what that dedication will entail."

"I could give you a preview...?" I offer, smiling as I take a sip of my drink.

I see the way she's responding, fidgeting in her seat, batting her eyes, breathing quicker, eyes dilating when she looks at me.

"Finish your dinner, dear. You may need the energy to keep up with me later." She winks at me, and lifts her fork to her mouth for a bite. "They finished the sound proofing today and put the new ceiling up. I'm glad that's done."

"That's great! How is Art enjoying the extra help in the back now?"

"He's all caught up on everything and has been happily working on his own designs again. He's happy to hear I'm expanding the workshop by twenty feet. Everyone's excited about the art gallery expanding and the classes being moved upstairs too. They're more excited at the opportunity to have a place to put their artwork up in the gallery. I think I'm going to have some moving walls instead of fixed ones though. So we can put up what we want and adjust as needed." Sarina continues to explain everything, excitedly.

"By the way, I told Lirael that we'd go over and watch Richard so she and Lance can have a date night. I hope you don't mind?"

I shake my head, "Of course I don't. I didn't have anything planned and I know they both need some time just for themselves. It'll be nice to watch him."

"Maybe I'll get the chance to hear you sing again.." Sarina says under her breath, but I heard her loud and clear.

Stunned, I sit and stare at her for a moment, "When have you heard me sing?" I try to think back and don't know why she would say something about me singing.

"At David's memorial. You were singing to Kara." She avoids looking at me, playing with her food, "You have a great voice and that moment kind of stuck with me."

She likes my voice? That has me shifting in my seat, embarrassed and a little proud. No ones heard me sing since high school and that was when my voice was still changing.

"Um.. Thanks? I didn't realize you were even in the house at that moment. I haven't sang around anyone since my voice finished changing in high school. I don't really sing in front of people." I laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck.

"That's a shame." She purrs at me over her glass, "I found your voice to be very ... sexy. The whole sight made me want to pounce you right there." She lets out a confidant laugh, "It's making me wet just thinking about it."

She winks at me and I swear I feel like a teenage boy again, as I become flustered, unable to respond to that, making sounds that never form into words.

"I.. uh.. well.. um.. shit." I set my fork down and lean back in my chair, shrugging unsure of how to even respond to her, it's caught me so off guard.

Sarina stands and struts to me, her lips thin trying to suppress her smile before she sinks into my lap. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and in her most sultry voice whispers, "What's the matter? You seem flustered? Cat got your tongue?"

I grab her hips and keep her down as I rotate her ass on me. "I don't think it's a tongue this kitty is trying to catch." Her ass rubs over my growing erection, unmistakable as it tries to stay near her warmth.

Giggling, she wiggles her hips harder on me, making me groan and my head fall back, her hands catching it from hitting the back of the chair. Still gripping her hips, I turn her body, making her face the table. Pulling her skirt up to her hips, I push her forward over the edge of the table. I hear the clinking of her pressing the plate of food out of her way, as I move her panties to the side.

She wiggles her hips at me again and I give her ass a playful smack.

"Hey!" She giggles, looking over her shoulder at me, a light flaring up in her eyes. I smirk back at her before sliding a finger into her wet folds that eagerly let me in. I watch her lids grow heavy as her mouth drops open in a quiet gasp. My pinky plays with her clit, making her face forward with a light cry and heavy breathing. My other hand undoes my belt and gets my pants undone, as Sarina lets out little cries and moans, her hips moving against my hand.

I press the chair back and stand behind her, removing my hand and teasing her entrance with my cock. "Would you look at that... looks like kitty just might get what it was after." I tease her, sliding my cock in between her lips, her arousal slickening my stiff dick.

"Meow..." Sarina chuckles, spreading her legs to make it easier for me to enter her.

My short barking laugh, fills the room as I reach around her and rub her clit as I press forward into her body.

Her hands grips the edges of the table as her breathing increases. "Fucking hell, you have a fat cock baby. I love how you fill me up with it, it feels amazing." Sarina whimpers, her hips moving back against mine.

I run a hand up her back, sliding my fingers up through her hair to the crown, grabbing a thick handful of it, right at the scalp. I grab her hair and pull her body back against mine, making her take all of my cock with groan escaping us both. We hold still for only a moment before I begin rocking my hips into her.

I'm taking her nice and slow and hard, at the pace I want. Her back is arched, her head up high, little cries and whimpers of pleasure soak me like her slit soaks my cock.

"Oh, yeah.. fuck me, daddy." She gasps, her dark, heavy gaze thrown over her shoulder at me.

Damn, why is that so fucking sexy?!

I begin pounding her harder, her body tightening up on me, "Oh fuck, baby." I gasp as she begins shaking, her legs going weak as he she lets out a strangled cry of release. I release her hair, her head falling to hang between her arms that are now braced against the table.

Pounding into her slick folds, her body still tremoring, I find my release, just as the door bell rings.

"Fuck..!" I gasp, my orgasm happening but boy did that door bell fuck it up in my mind.