The day was very rainy and Louisa was in bed with Michael.
"You're a hurricane!" He said to her, panting. "Damn, I love it!"
Louisa laughed hard. Michael and her had been enjoying more time together and he was even less grumpy when around the kids.
"I'm the hurricane?" She lifted her body and supported her weight on her elbows. "You are the hurricane!"
"And how do you feel about it?" He asked, smirking. Michael was now much more wild than before. Savage. He had never been a slow-pace type of man, but now, he was much more… fierce.
"I love it." She leaned down to kiss him and Michael's hand was on her waist, bringing her to be on top of him. "Michael!"
"What can I do? I'm always ready with you." He caressed her denuded upper body, making her moan in pleasure. "Ride me."
