Gaia
I could still taste Dawson on my tongue as we loaded up the car with my luggage. My panties were drenched inside my jeans, clinging to my body and I squirmed with discomfort. I wanted to mount him right here and now, tradition be damned.
Once my father’s bag was nestled beside all three of mine in the trunk, Dawson opened the passenger door for me, and we drove out of the parking garage. I tried to distract myself with the radio, but I couldn’t stop wiggling, trying to get some kind of relief from the burning arousal.
Dawson glanced at me knowingly. “You okay over there?”
“Yup!” I responded as brightly as I could manage.
Dawson gave me a sexy smirk. “You can’t lie to me, baby. I can smell how aroused you are
