Sienna

After we cleaned up and dressed up, Jaxon drove me home slowly, the rain still tapping gently on the windshield. The car smelled faintly of his cologne and the wet leather seats, and I could feel my cheeks heating every time he glanced at me, the corner of his lips twitching into that soft, knowing smile.

When we pulled up in front of my house, I fumbled with my seatbelt, blushing from how hot the two rounds of sex we just had was, I could still feel how hard his dick was going in and ...