"I know you didn't want me to make too much of a fuss for your birthday, but I didn't just make you a birthday cake...I have a few little presents for you as well." I'm playfully dragging Doug across the conversion, taking him to where my small retro sideboard is. With a smirk, I open a draw and take out two neatly wrapped presents. "I hope you like them?"

Doug takes the gifts from my hands, smiling down at them as he does. "Frankie, you didn't need to buy me presents?"

Shrugging gently, I smile whilst tilting my head. "I know, but I wanted to."

Deciding to open the smallest present first, Doug puts the bigger one down on the top of my sideboard. "Okay, let's see what we have here, then?" He rips the gold wrapping paper, to then meet with a layer of black tissue paper. Once free of that, he studies the key ring that's held slightly up in the air with his fingers. "Isn't this our first selfie together?" His brown eyes crinkle around the corners with his natural smile, fondly remembering the picture that I had taken of us really not that long ago.

Standing closer beside him, I nod. "It is, I thought you might like a copy of it?"

Bringing me snugly against his hip, Doug lovingly kisses my temple. "Of course I would." His fingers softly then squeeze my waist, gifting me with yet another kiss.

Reaching for his second present, Doug seems reluctant to let go of my waist, but has to so he is freely able to properly open up his next present. "I wonder what this is?" His fingers are squeezing the soft present, an expression of mischief present on his insanely handsome face. Again, he rips open the gold wrapping paper, then proceeds to rip into the black tissue paper beneath it. "What is this?" Slowly, he pulls out a white T-shirt. Holding it up in front of himself, he starts reading the slogan on the front of it:

Laughing loudly, Doug peeps over the top of the personalised T-shirt, laughing even more loudly once he sees me. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist." I cheerily apologise to him, grinning widely.

With his cheeks high and his brown eyes so attractively bright, Doug is still laughing. "Seriously, I am only letting you wear this in bed, people will think I have put you up to wearing it, if you have it on in public." He's studying the slogan over and over, unable to not laugh every time he does.

Running my hand down the length of his arm, there's now a flirting tone to my voice. "I will happily wear it in bed for you." Suggestively slips right off my daring and playful tongue to him.

Putting down the T-shirt, Doug hooks his fingers into the front pockets of my jeans and drags me close against him. As soon as I am closer than close, he is gazing down at me with a silent intensity.

I watch his eyes studying my face—my eyes, my nose, my lips, my cheeks, my chin and then back up to my forehead and my hairline—until he finally needs to touch me. "I never thought it possible that one person could make me so happy." His tender caress along my jawline is featherlight and unrushed. "You, you make me so happy, Frankie." His stare longingly deepens, like he needs just a few more moments to collate all of his thoughts. "The moment I first heard your singing voice, I knew that one day you were going to be mine."

My cheek is now enjoying being cradled in the palm of his loving hand, so it falls deeper into it. "You have one more present." Is what I quietly tell him with a seductive little half-smile. As hard as it is, I start withdrawing from the closeness that we were intimately just sharing.

"Where are you going?" Doug asks, cutely now looking completely confused.

"It's just in here."

"In the bathroom?" Doug asks louder from behind me.

"It is." Is all I tell him, before I completely disappear from out of his confused sight.

Once inside, I start taking off my clothes with a smile reaching the farthest corners of my mouth.

It's a sassy smile.

A brazen smile.

A determined smile.

Now naked, I excitedly find the thick black ribbon that I had hidden earlier inside my bathroom cabinet. Bringing it from around my back and then to where my rib cage is, I secure it by tying the ribbon into a big black bow just below my cleavage.

There was once a time that I was ashamed by my own body—my overweight and unhappy body. Now that slimmed down and much happier body, is about to confidently flaunt itself to the man who I know would love it whether it was big or small.

Doug loves me.

He loves the inner me, and that me, just so happens to now love my healthier and slimmed down outer version of me.

Knowing that a man loves me for who I am now, yet would have equally loved the me I was before; is wonderfully freeing.

It's liberating and freeing.

I have never felt more sexy, than when I am with Doug.

He is why I am doing this.

He is why I feel brave enough to do this.

Doug has unwrapped himself to me.

He has unwrapped all of my own insecurities.

He has also unwrapped all of my doubts about myself and about us.

Now, I want him to unwrap my need for him.

Wearing just the black bow, I meander from out of the bathroom.

Hearing the squeak of its door, Doug is busily looking at the films that we might watch on Netflix. "What do you fancy watching, then?" With the remote in his hand, Doug happens to casually glance over his shoulder at me. His eyes almost pop out of their sockets, just as the tv remote clumsily slips from between his fingers. His jaw is now slack, unable to say a single word because he is only able to stare at me.

Using my hips with a far more exaggerated sway, in no way do I feel inhibited with each step that I take towards my Doug DiCarto.

This, is all for him.

This, is all because of him.

"Present first, film later." Is my quiet and demure answer to his previous question.

Doug still looks slightly stunned, but I can see the irises of his eyes now darkening with growing lust for me. The clumsy and cute Doug, soon becomes replaced with the horny and greedy Doug. "This is certainly a present that I'll never share with anyone." His voice is deeper, just as his stare on me is. "Get your naked Fenner ass over here." He's pointing down at the very point where he wants me. With our eyes lustily locked, I slowly bring myself closer and closer towards him. As soon as he can reach for me, Doug possessively does. I notice he is trying to control his breathing and his swallowing, while he's also trying to control where he places his hands on my audacious nakedness. "We are going to have to be really quiet." He is smirking with his whisper to me. "I want to remain in the good books of your parents, you know?" He's now starting to carefully untie the bow that's wrapped all around my body.

Blinking up at him with such false innocence, I wickedly grin. "I can do quiet, I just don't think my noisy bed can."

In one swift move, the ribbon is no longer around me and Doug has me lodged between himself and the side of the sofa. "Believe me, Frankie, we won't need the bed for us to have a good and quiet time."

The hairs on my sexy skin, bristle. "That's one of the many reasons why I love you." I whisper, thinking that I really need to start ridding him of his clothes. With eager and excited fingers, I undo his belt and start undoing the button on his jeans while I'm kissing him wherever I possibly can.

Scattering my neck and shoulders with sexy little kisses of his own, Doug is whispering between each adoring one of them. "Before I take my jeans off, grab the condom from out of my back pocket?"

Slipping my fingers inside, they find the condom right away. "Mmm, seems that you have come well prepared, Mr DiCarto?"

Cuddling me, Doug is grinning down at me now. "Well, I didn't think my gorgeous girlfriend wouldn't give me a birthday bang on my special day, especially as I won't see her until Sunday?" One of his dark eyebrows naughtily then arches, making him look unbelievably sexy as he continues to wickedly gaze down at me.

Determined to get his jeans completely now off, I start eagerly pushing them down past his masculine hips. "And you would be thinking right about your girlfriend." I agreeably tell Doug, watching him kick his denim free from the bottom of his legs. While he lifts up his tight black tee over his head, I stroke his sternum with only the tips of my fingers; sweeping them across his smooth skin with unhurried appreciation. This man is amazingly mine! Just suddenly pops right into my mind, wanting to just remind me how lucky I really am to have him.

When Doug bends down to take off his boxer shorts and socks, his mouth then proceeds to softly trace the skin on my legs, my thighs and my stomach, as they make their sensuous way back up to my parted mouth. As soon as our mouths are once again united, his defined arms sweep themselves tightly around my body and he lifts me up. With my legs wrapping themselves all around him, our deepening kiss is an aroused coming together of dancing tongues. Just as we are pleasurably naked and entwined, so are they.

"I love you." Is whispered against my mouth by Doug. As his tongue delicately teases my lips, he whispers more. "I am going to love you right, Frankie." Now, his lips brush enticingly slow against mine. "I'm going to love you right and I'm going to love you in all the ways that a man should love a woman." The soft tip of his nose is now doing gentle little circles around the end of mine. "My heart was empty before you...but now, it's so full." His mouth breathtakingly consumes mine all over again, but no matter how demanding his mouth is actually being, his lips are kissing me with such a sentimental gentleness to them, that I actually need to sigh. Softly laughing, Doug starts walking towards the sofa. He carefully sits down on it, with me still straddling him. "I could just sit here and watch you sigh like that all night long." He himself, now contentedly sighs with me sat so deeply in his lap.

Smiling, I start gently raking my fingers through his thick dark hair with my one hand, while the fingers on my other still have the condom held between them.

"I could do this all night long, too." I'm now kissing his shoulders, with maybe a few teasing little nips along the way.

Doug has his eyes contently closed, but his hands are caressing my back. "You'd better get that condom on, I really need to be inside of my girlfriend." His eyes dreamily start to open, then he dreamily starts to smile at me.

And while I am smiling back, doing what he has asked me to do, I can only think that I am the luckiest woman alive.

Physically, Doug will soon be inside of me.

But in so many other wonderful ways, he already is inside of me.

Inside my mind.

Inside my heart.

Inside my soul.

Inside the whole of me.

**The sweet and sexy track above is: WHAT LOVERS DO - MAROON 5 ft SZA 💋**