This time I’m driving. All those nights we spent under the starry sky with her head in the crook of my neck, our shoes off and our toes feeling the warmth of the silky summer air were nice, and there’s more to come. I’m going to make her mine, and I know how much she wants it.

We hop into her truck after a delicious breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes. I even helped make them. Maybe I just added one ingredient to the mix, but that’s helping. They wouldn’t have been the same without the chocolate chips. They would have been good, but lacking something special for Christmas morning.

“What do you want to listen to?” I ask, clicking on the radio. “Classic rock, Christmas tunes, pop, hip hop, country. The world is your oyster.”

“Do you feel like just talking?” she asks, peering out the window. By now the roads have been cleared, and I feel confident that we’ll be able to get to my house without any trouble. I need to wish my dad a Merry Christmas, and I want to bring home my girl to see him. They’ve met a million times before, but I want to remind him of what a good girl I have. Plus, I’m hoping we can entice him to come over to the Murphys for dinner.

“Absolutely,” I say, shifting into gear and pulling carefully out of the long driveway. When I come back later I’ll quickly shovel and throw down some salt. I don’t want Jess’ old man to do it. “I think we have a lot to talk about, anyway.”

We make our way steadily up the small hill at the end of Jess’ street. I should have done a better job of getting the pile of snow out of the bed of the truck, because the weight feels a little heavy in the back, but we’re off and on our way in no time at all.

“Well, what do you want to talk about?” she asks, looking over at me but then shifting her eyes back to the road. She seems nervous, but there’s no need.

“I’ve got you, babe. No need to doubt my driving ability. You think a boy from central New York can’t drive in the aftermath of a storm?” I laugh and glance over at her as her expression warms up a little and she relaxes her hands in her lap.

“Guess I’ve spent too long on the West Coast, maybe.”

“So what was that about you maybe transferring?” I ask, pulling onto the main drag. I honk as we pass Derek showing his last tree to an eager customer, and he waves back at me. In the light of day, it seems like last night’s storm is a distant memory. The roads are clear and everything’s been plowed and salted. There’s even a good amount of cars on the road, people picking up last minute things for the holiday.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I was thinking about it.” Her voice is a little brighter than it was before, and as I look over at her gorgeous, fresh face, her beautiful lips and sparkling eyes, my cock starts acting up again.

I pull onto my street and into the driveway. It’s the house I grew up in with my mom and dad, and now that it’s just me and dad the house feels bigger and more empty. Dad and I rarely eat dinner together, and he’s always working. He commutes down to the city every day for his job at a finance firm in Midtown. I think this was part of why mom left, but I never really got involved in their arguments. I tended to be out of the house when things really heated up between them. I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to face it.

The driveway’s been plowed and shoveled, and as I slow to a stop to grab my keys to click open the garage, I notice that his car is gone.

Jess and I tie our scarves around our necks a little tighter before getting out of her truck and making our way quickly toward the house.

“Doesn’t look like dad’s home,” I say, grabbing my phone and pulling up the last text I sent him. I reply, wishing him a Merry Christmas and asking where he is.

Jess steps tentatively into the foyer, peeking up the stairs and removing her coat. “I haven’t been at your house in a while, huh?” she says, hanging up her coat on the pegboard on the wall next to the door as though she's in her own home. A surge of possessiveness shoots through my veins when I see her make herself at home in the old house I grew up in. She belongs here.

I check the first floor, the kitchen, living room and dining room for my dad, thinking he might have left his car somewhere. But he doesn’t seem to be around, and I decide it’s all for the better.

“It’s a shame you haven’t been here in so long, Jess.” I circle around her and force her back against the wall, lifting her up easily in my arms.

Her lips meet mine frantically, our mouths crashing together in a long, passionate kiss. I grind myself into her body, squeezing her ass and pressing her into me. Her gorgeous, curvy legs wrap up around me and I hold her against the wall easily, hungrily kissing her and imagining our clothes off and my cock buried deep inside her wet pussy.

“You belong here now. Do you understand?” I groan into her hair, my steel-hard cock straining against my clothes.

“Yes,” she pants, over and over. “Yes. Yes.”

It was so easy to bring her off last night, her body absolutely melting in my hands. I know that she’s untouched, and I’m going to make myself her first and last.

I slip a hand down between us, feeling her ripe and soft pussy behind my fingers. I move and massage her clit softly, strumming against her wetness and pulling soft moans from inside her throat. Her head is tilted back and my mouth feasts upon her long, beautiful neck, licking and sucking until I can’t take it anymore.

Pulling my hand out of her panties, I scoop her up by the ass and carry her to the stairs. Her legs are wrapped around me so tight, and I move up the stairs fast and carry her to my bedroom.

Laying her down on top of my made up bed, I realize I haven’t slept here in a few days myself. Last night I was at Jess’, and the night before that I was passed out on a couch in some basement of a frat house where I was slightly too old to be partying anymore. The night before that I slept in my car because I was too drunk to drive home from the bar and it was too cold to walk. I was a fucking wreck before Jess came bursting back into my life, only leaving the house to do odd jobs or get fucked up, my only companionship a bartender and some regular whose name I can never remember who happens to love whiskey and beer as much as I do.

Jess scoots back on the bed and sits up against my headboard, propping up some pillows behind her. We’ve been in this bed together before, but not like this. The only time I’ve had my cock out in this bed, I was thinking of her and replaying the memory of her smile and her kiss over and over inside my head.

“Don’t hide,” I say, kicking my shoes off and untying my tie. She’s moving a pillow in front of her and squeezing it close. “I want to see you.”

She slowly moves the pillow away, and even with all her clothes on she’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My girl gets on her knees in front of me and lifts her grey sweater over her head, revealing her perfect breasts inside a pretty white lace bra. Through the delicate fabric her nipples are standing erect, tempting me to rip the lace away and devour those pretty pink peaks.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I say as she throws her arms around my neck. I push her back and crawl between her legs, taking a perfect handful of each of her breasts in my palms, squeezing gently and capturing each nipple between my fingers. “I need to see more of you.”

I kiss down between her breasts and to her stomach, caressing each side of her as her waist cinches in at her narrowest part and then flares out to perfect, curvy hips. My lips travel down below her belly button and to the top of her jeans, when I look up and smile at her. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back even though I’m not touching her where it counts.

“Look at me, Jess,” I whisper, kissing her stomach. Her eyes fly open as I slowly unzip her jeans and pull them down her hips and ass, keeping eye contact with her. I want to go slow and make her feel everything, but I need my cock to be inside her and feel her come fast and hard.

I look down at her pussy and at the lovely white lace panties she’s chosen. “You wear these for me to show that you’re pure?” I say, pushing her knees up and apart and kissing inside her thighs.

“I did wear them for you,” she responds, breathily and hushed. “But not to show that I’m pure. Because they’re pretty.”

“You’re not pure?” I say, tracing a finger along the soaked white lace. My heart leaps into my throat. I want to tear the panties off her and pummel my cock deep inside her wet cunt. “What do you mean you’re not pure?”

“I’ve thought of you doing every last dirty thing to me over the past year,” she confesses, her hands over her face, muffling her voice. “I’m not that pure.”

“Baby,” I say, my cock growing impossibly harder. “Show me. Show me what you did when you thought of those dirty things.”

“What?” Her hands fall to her sides and she props herself up on her elbows to look at me. Her pretty hair falls down in her face, and she looks like a fucking angel. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I want you to show me what you did when you thought of all those dirty things. Did you touch yourself?” I drag a finger up and down between her legs as she lets out a shudder and closes her eyes.

Her lips part. “Yes.”

“Then show me.” I sit up on the bed and kick my pants off and shed my shirt. “Show me.”

Jess sits up, bringing her legs together and passing her hand over her body, from her neck down to her pussy.

Reaching out, I put my hands on both of her knees and spread her legs open. “I want to see everything,” I command.

Her fingers dip down into her panties and rub slowly. “This is what I’d do,” she says softly. “I thought of you all the time.”

I reach down into my boxers and wrap my hand around my cock, grazing up and down. “Only me?” There’s fire in my belly and pure desire in my heart.

“Only you.” She nods and I cross the distance between us, scooping her onto my lap and capturing her wrist in my hand. I slowly bring her fingers to my lips, tasting the sweet nectar from her pussy.

“I’m going to make that pussy mine. And only mine.” I look deep into her eyes and I know she’s ready. She gives me a purposeful nod and I slip her panties down and toss them aside. She puts one knee down on each side of my lap, and I slowly guide her down onto the tip of my cock. “Okay?”

“Yes,” she says, biting her bottom lip as she lowers herself down slowly with my help. “That’s nice.”

Her wet cunt opens up for me, and I feel a little pressure against the head of my cock as I pull her down farther. “Does it hurt, baby?” She’s impossibly tight around me, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“A little,” she says, steadying herself against my chest. “But it’s okay. I want to keep going.”

I slip my cock all the way inside and stay there for a moment, kissing her pink lips and holding her. She moves up a little and grinds against me, her fingertips playing on the back of my neck.

“Good girl,” I say, kissing her forehead and slowly starting to glide my cock in and out of her. I feel so content, so good inside. Reaching to unclasp her bra, I let the fabric fall away from her and capture one of her hard nipples between my lips.

I reach to pull her ass toward me while reaching down to massage her clit. She’s taking my cock so well, and I feel the heat of pressure starting to draw up deep inside me, ready to spill over at any moment.

Jess’ breathing picks up and she closes her eyes, leaning her forehead against my chest. “That feels so nice,” she moans sweetly. “I think…”

“What is it, baby? Are you getting ready to come all over my cock?” I press up into her and feel a new depth. She accepts all of me, her tight cunt spreading around me and wrapping me up perfectly.

She stutters a little, her breasts forming perfect peaks and her nipples becoming rock-hard. “Yes...I think so.”

I put my hand over one of her nipples, teasing it lightly while rubbing her clit faster. “Then come on my cock,” I moan, unable to control myself any longer, marking her with all of me as I come deep inside her.

“Yes, yes,” she says, her hot breath against my neck as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. I keep pumping as she comes hard, our bodies moving in perfect concert.

“That’s right, you moan and scream. You know this is mine, right baby?” I whisper into her ear, pulling my lips away from hers.

“Yes,” she cries out. “I know it’s yours.”

“Only mine, right?”

“Yes.” Her body collapses against my chest and I rock against her. The bright morning sunlight pours through the window. She’s mine.