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We had a good time, staying until around four, when David needed to get back to take his meds and rest, worn out from having a good time. Before we left, I swore I heard my dad say something about him seeing David tomorrow but figured I just misheard them. My mother asks me to stop over to take some stuff from my room tomorrow and offers to make us dinner and I'm quick to agree. I ask her if she'll make her chicken parmesan with tortellini, making her laugh in agreement.

After taking David back to the home, ensuring he was in bed and his medicine taken care of, we bid him good night and left. Sarina had been quiet most of the ride, I noticed. Her brow was furrowed in thought, her lips slightly pursed, eyes lost and focused on something not visible before us. Something was bothering her.

"Hey, Sarina, is everything alright?" I ask her once we've gotten back to the apartment.

"Yes, of course." She says, not meeting my eyes, trying to brush off my question.

Seeing that she's not wanting to talk about whatever it is, I leave it alone.

"You want me to run you a bath, or would you like to shower together?" I ask her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her shoulder.

She melts into my arms, "A bath sounds divine, but I need something to eat after having the lemonade from earlier." She breathlessly laughs and sighs, "You're parents are great, you're really lucky you know that?"

This must have been what was on her mind earlier, "They're not perfect but I can't complain too much. They both like you and David, I know that much." I breathe in her scent and loosen my hold from around her waist as she turns in my arms.

"How can you tell?" She quirks a brow up at me, the skin between her eyes bunched in question.

"Because they didn't kick us out after a little while and let you put me in a hold after tackling me earlier." I smirk, licking my lips, "Which I'll remember that later..." I give her a quick peck on the lips, before releasing her.

I speak like a knight declaring his intentions to a crowd, "But first, I must feed my fair lady love!"

I open the fridge as she giggles, "I'm going to take off my shoes and jewelry. I need to pick up a few items from the store tomorrow before we come back home. Can you make a list of what we need in the fridge?" She asks as I start taking out a few items.

"Sure thing, honey." I wink at her as she giggles down the hallway. I quickly assemble some soup and hot sandwiches, heating them up by the time she comes back out to set the table and get us something to drink.

After we eat, I run her a hot bath in my second bathroom and let her soak while I'm finishing up some research for a new client I got this week. I'm finished before Sarina is out of the bath, so I pull my brother's stuff in the tote over to me.

I open it up to see his football jersey, number 84 and hold it up. I remember him wearing this thing, standing tall, all proud in it's green and white glory. He was so proud making the team as running back and then later in the season making quarterback. How excited he was that morning of the game, talking about afterwards he was supposed to meet someone he had been talking to and really liked.

Not wanting to remember that night, I folded his jersey back up and set it aside. I pulled out a folder full of his POGS that he collected over the years. Laughing I set those to the side, I hadn't remembered POGS in a long time. There's some books in here too, all of them were fantasy, sci-fi and books on different places in the world that he wanted to visit eventually. The Giants Causeway, the Cliffs of Moher, Norway, New Zealand, the Marble caves in Chile, Tianzi Mountain in China, all places he never got to see.

"No wonder that thing was so heavy. That's a lot of books."

Sarina's voice startles me from my thoughts, making me drop the book on Norway that I had just picked up out of the tote.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Sarina apologizes as she comes over to me, donning just her silky, white, kimono robe. Her damp hair falling in drying, natural, golden curls.

I sit back in my chair, opening my arms as she comes to stand in front of me as I rest my arms around her waist, laying my head against her stomach and breathe in her calming scent.

"Do you want to go through this alone?" Sarina inquires, her hands running through my hair as I hide my face in the fabric of her robe.

"No." I shake my head, slightly nudging the fabric open and placing my nose on the bare skin of her stomach.

She giggles, sweetly, "You're breath tickles."

I place a soft kiss on her skin, making her hum and tense in anticipation of my next move. I part her robe, sliding my hands under the fabric, feeling her soft, supple, silky, skin, enjoying it's cool touch from her bath against my warm hands.

Her breathing hitches, my eyes darting up to look at hers and meet her gaze that promises so much if I keep touching her like this. I nuzzle my nose against her belly button, letting my warm breath caress the sensitive skin under it. Legs start to shiver and tremble in front of me, so I run one hand down her side and hip, caressing the outer edge of the back of her thighs. Her stomach begins to lightly bob, as her breathing quickens, my hand making slow trails on her skin, while my lips press another soft kiss lower on her stomach. I move my to the front of her, sliding it up between her legs, slowly leaving a tremble inducing trail up to the apex of her thighs, adorned with her soft, curly patch of hair.

She subtly parts her legs giving me easier access, letting me run my fingers over her lips, making her moaning a little whine at the soft touch. She's already wet and ready, the slick on my fingers evidence to that. I run my finger between her lips again, it slipping between her lips with ease, letting the wetness guide it up to her clit. The second my finger felt her hard little nub, her trembling legs buckled, but her hands gripped my shoulders, holding herself up as she let a short, beautiful cry of pleasure escape her lips. That sound makes my blood rush through me, knowing those sweet cries are made because of me.

"You're so sensitive..." I say quietly, leaning my head back so I can see her facial reactions.

"I'm still sensitive from your birthday." She gasps as my finger slowly and gently swirls around her engorged clit.

"I can feel that you're still sensitive.. I should probably stop and let you recover. I don't wish to hurt you." I say, removing my hand and lean back in my office chair.

At that, she growls fiercely. "Oh no you don't." She leans down and removes my belt and has my pants open and cock out before I even realize what she's doing.

I'm about to say something when she straddles my lap and drops herself on my cock, piercing herself with a loud moan.

"Sarina!" Even I can feel how swollen and sensitive she is from the way she engulfs my member, "Baby... don't hurt yourself.." I'm cut off as her lips silence mine and she begins to slow move herself up and down my length.

She feels absolutely amazing. Her body is perfectly molded for me, but right now, it's divine.

She leans back from our kiss, staring into my eyes, searching, as she continues to move on top of me.

"Fuck, Sarina... I'm not going to make it very long." I gasp out.

She smirks in response and begins to rock her hips on me, "Oh... yeah..." She says sweetly, sounding like she's caught between moaning and affirmation.

I untie her robe and bring one of her breasts to my mouth, running my tongue around her nipple and sucking hard.

"Oh, yeah!" She cries, grinding herself harder on my cock as she grips the back rest of the chair, pressing her tit into my mouth.

I groan and gently pivot my hips to meet her pace, doing everything in my power not to lose it and cum before her. I release her nipple and try to take a deeper breath of air, but Sarina's mouth replaces the air. She kisses me deeply, whimpering against my lips, feeling her tighten on my cock.

When her lips pull back from mine, I feel it coming, "Sarina.. I'm going to .."

She slams her mouth back on mine and begins to go harder and faster. Her hot, wet, center, squeezing my cock like a vice. My vision goes dark, all around her, to where all I can see and hear is Sarina. Her cries as her flushed, glowing face and deep large eyes look into my soul, as she sucks my life through my cock with her delicious center.

Fuck, she's beautiful.