Homeless Heart

Chapter 39

Lizzie

My birthday arrived, and Phin had kept his promise of keeping it low-key. We sat and devoured my favorite pizza, and we drank several bottles of wine. He'd even made me brownies from scratch, avoiding a cake with too many candles on it. Phin didn't usually drink much, but for tonight's celebration, he made an exception. I couldn't imagine my boyfriend being any sexier, but a slightly drunk Phin was off the charts hot.

I'd told him not to go to any trouble, but I was a little disappointed there was no gift. Given my love of gifts, I hoped that Phin was saving my surprise for bedtime.

As I sat lazily on the sofa, Phin cleared up then headed to the bedroom. I assumed he was brushing his teeth, but all of a sudden "You Can Leave Your Hat On" came on my stereo. Lord have mercy, he was going to strip.

“Is this my present? I love it!” I clapped and then got comfortable lying back on the sofa and watched the doorway in anticipation of my beautiful boyfriend doing a private dance for me. My body tingled in anticipation of what was would happen after his dance. I wolf whistled and yelled, "Come on then, what are you waiting for, Magic Mike?"

He stepped into the doorway with his shirt unbuttoned, his chest on display, the top button of his jeans undone, and pulled down low on his hips. Happy birthday to me! I could see that little bit of hair that led down to the promised land. Standing there with his hands above his head leaning on the doorframe, he was shiny so he must have put some baby oil on. He flexed his arm and ab muscles, and he arched his body off the entranceway. He started moving, showing me what I was in for, and I liked it. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and I think my mouth was hanging open. He slowly stalked over to me like a lion, and my body hummed like a live wire.

My mouth was dry, so I licked my lips, trying to find some moisture. I wanted to touch Phin so badly, but he stayed at the end of the sofa out of my reach as he slowly began to peel off his shirt to the bluesy rock music.

He threw the shirt at me and it hit me straight in the face. I took the shirt and held it up to my nose and took a deep breath. I would love that smell forever; he was all man and clean clothes. Keeping his shirt up under my nose hiding my grin from him, I continued to watch him dance. He began to slowly pop open the rest of his buttons on his jeans. Like any good stripper, he was wearing some red silk boxers, which I had bought him as a joke. I think he was avoiding turning around because of the scars on his back, so he just moved from side to side as he pushed his pants down his legs. To his bare feet! This was a hard move to pull off and look sexy, but Phin made everything hot. He stood there dancing for me in his silk boxers, so I finally broke the tension by demanding, "Take them off."

His wicked grin changed to a passionate need, and I didn't think I would be able to stay put. Before he could get them down, I crawled across and sat on the arm of the sofa. He was between my thighs, and I pushed those boxers down with my feet. In a few seconds he was naked in front of me, all oiled up and shiny, looking so sexy I couldn't control myself.

I felt his shiny chest and pulled on his nipples with my mouth. Kissing and sucking on them as his body reacted to my touch. My hands went up to his hair as I kissed my way up his chest. When I looked up at him his eyes were heavily hooded with need and want; he wouldn’t last much longer without having me bent over this sofa.

He pulled my face up to his, and he kissed me hard, his tongue, and his lips were fierce, and I was ready to let him take over now. I was so wet for him that it wouldn't take any foreplay on his part to get me more prepared for him. "Need you," was the only comment I could eke out.

He picked me up and bent me over the sofa saying, "Baby this isn't going to be gentle it's got to be hard. I hope you are ready for me." He stroked between my legs, and he was pushed inside of me in seconds, and I loved it.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Phin held my hips and pumped into me, hitting that legendary spot, making my legs quiver and weaken. I was lucky I had the sofa to prop me up. One of his hands moved up to my breasts, which felt so good as he twisted and massaged them. He leaned down and bit on my neck as he furiously moved into me, driving me over the edge.

"Happy birthday, Lizzie."

I couldn't hold out any longer falling over the edge with Phin slumped against my back. "Phin, this is the best gift ever." I tried to catch my breath as I felt his release slide down my leg.