After the plates have been scraped and the dishes stacked up high in the sink, I flop down onto the couch beside Chris and snuggle into him.

“I can’t believe there are hardly any leftovers,” I say, patting my stomach.

“That’s because everything went right in there,” Chris says, poking me on the side of the rib.

“Hey!” I lean up and sneak a kiss onto his cheek, the soft stubble of his beard tickling my lips. I look over at the tree, wishing granddad were here, but this is turning out to be a pretty good Christmas after all. Maybe he really was watching over me when I stopped my car in the middle of the road like a crazy lady and Chris ended up rescuing me. I thought it was a bad thing at the time, but maybe it’s going to all end up okay.

“It looks nice outside, babe. Want to go for a ride?” He slips a hand around my shoulder and tugs gently on a lock of my hair, sending goosebumps across my skin. I turn the idea over in my mind and nod. “We can play that old mix tape someone made for you,” he adds.

“You may have grown up, but you’re still emo. You know that?” I press against him and then get up to retrieve my keys from the counter.

“Wait, you really think that about me?” he asks, smiling and pushing his hair back from his face as he stands up. “You think I’ve grown up?”

We make our way outside and to my truck. The weather is mild now, and the piles of snow are melting into puddles. It makes me think of spring, when everything melts and allows the grass and trees to get ready for the heat of the summer.

I turn on the truck and we start off, unsure of where we’re going. I turn on the radio and flip off the station playing 24-hour Christmas music in favor of that old mix tape instead.

“Yeah,” Chris says, putting his hands behind his head. “I remember this one. Makes me think of driving to the liquor store for a bottle of wine for us after a long day in the auxiliary library where they housed all the science and math texts.”

I sigh, wondering where the years have gone. “Yeah. That was nice. I remember how good you were at math and how you always had to help me with those stupid prerequisite classes.”

Chris turns the music down and points over to a clearing in the trees at the side of the road. It’s a lookout point off the main road, giving motorists a chance to take a break from driving and take in some of the gorgeous sights of the rolling hills. I always love coming here in fall, but at night there isn’t much to see. “Do me a favor and pull over here?”

I signal and check my rearview mirror, pulling over into one of the parking spaces painted in bright yellow lines. “What’s the matter?” I ask, shifting into park.

“Nothing.” A shadow from the moonlight coming through the trees dances on his face, his eyes hungry and needy. He reaches over and puts a hand between my legs, kissing me deeply on the mouth, his lips devouring me. “Come here, baby,” he says, reaching over me to unbuckle my seatbelt.

He guides my hips over the center console and I slip easily into his lap, straddling him with a knee on either side. Chris starts to unzip my pants, but I stop him.

“I need it right now,” he growls, his fingers grasping at the zipper. “I need to taste that sweet little thing.”

“Not yet,” I say softly, dropping down in front of him and working nervously on his belt. His ripped, flat stomach coaxes my pussy and I tighten up at the sight of his body. “This is what I meant when I said you’ve grown up. I never knew you to work out, Chris.”

“It’s not from working out,” he says, weaving his fingers through my hair. “Turns out doing physical labor will do this to you.”

“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.” I kiss his sexy stomach and pull his zipper down, reaching into his boxers to grab his cock. I’ve held it before, but not in a long time, and I’ve never put my mouth on it before. It’s so big and sturdy, and I part my lips slightly, kissing it gently as his hips rise ever so slightly and excruciatingly slowly to meet my mouth. My pussy is already soaked, and as I open up to take him into my mouth, he groans as my tongue licks up and down his full length.

“Fuck, baby. You see what you do to me?” He pushes his hips up slowly into my mouth, his large hands grasping fist-fulls of my hair and guiding me down softly onto his cock. His head is dripping salty wet precum, which I lick up lustfully with a swirl of my tongue around the tip. “Fuck, yes.”

Chris pulls his cock out of my mouth and I meet him halfway to kiss him, both of my hands on either side of his lap. “You’re making me rock-hard, sweetheart. I can’t let it go to waste. Put that pussy on my lap,” he says, quickly undoing my jeans and yanking them down my ass. I feel beautiful in his caring hands, and I kick off my jeans and panties and grab his cock, feeling the tip rub against my opening.

“No, baby. I’m not going to fuck you yet. I want you to rub that pussy all over my cock. Use me to get yourself off. And I’m not going to touch you until you beg me for it.” His words send aching heat into my clit as the cab of my truck steams up from the inside.

I shudder deep inside and move myself so my wet slit is up against his hard cock. Somehow this feels even more dirty than just having sex in my truck in a public place, even though we are on the side of a pretty deserted road. Having his dick up against me in this way makes me so vulnerable, and so alive.

Moving my hips in long, slow strides, I drag my pussy along the full length of his big cock, my lips getting more and more soaked with each pass, my aching clit barreling toward a sweet, heavenly release.

“I don’t know if I can go much longer,” I whimper, throwing my arms around Chris’ neck. I open my eyes and see his mouth open in front of mine, and he nips my bottom lip between his teeth. My eyes flutter closed at the little pinch of pain swirling in my head with the maddening pleasure between my legs.

“Don’t you stop until that pussy pops all over my hard cock. Don’t you dare stop.” He wraps his tough fingers gently around my throat, making my eyes fly open in surprise. My heart thumps so hard in my chest and I can practically feel it pounding in my throat, behind his fingers. “Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” His commands send my hips moving faster, my clit throbbing and aching with heat. I press my fingers against the buttons on his shirt, clumsily and shakily, desperately trying to open them, needing to feel his skin against me.

“You want this cock inside you, don’t you?” he says, pushing his hips forward, meeting my tempo. “You want this thick thing to spread your cunt open and make you come over and over, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I cry out, the heat in my clit bordering on unbearable. “Please.”

“Please what?” A mischievous glimmer flashes in his eyes as his fingers dig gently into the delicate skin on my throat.

“Please fuck me, Chris. I need it,” I plead with him, begging for him to take me right-fucking-now.

He shifts and reaches down, pushing his cock straight through my pussy, burying himself deep inside with one hard thrust, sending me over the edge. My lips contort into a moan against his mouth, and as he slides his tongue past my lips, he pulls my head back gently by my hair with one hand and grasps onto my ass, squeezing with the other.

“Who is the only man who can do this for you, baby?” he growls, slapping against my pussy. “Who?”

“You, it’s you,” I cry out. I can’t take it. He’s too good, too big, too everything. My walls contract wildly around his cock, and I feel him explode deep inside me, giving me everything he’s got.

“I’m your last,” he says, pushing my damp hair away from my face. “Your first and last, aren’t I, baby?”

I collapse against his chest, our bodies impossibly slick and damp. He holds me and I hold him back, too content. Too happy.