The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the sunlight had already filled into the room. My room with Michael faced the sea. I could see the waves crashing against the beach through the window. It was just like Michael's endless conquest of me yesterday. Every violent impact brought me endless pleasure.
I groaned, my entire body exuding a sense of indulgent laziness.
I'd been making love with Michael a lot these days. He shouldn't have been so excited yesterday, but he was. Probably because I deliberately provoked him too much. Last night, he obviously lost his sense of propriety, which also caused me to be covered in his scent. He was like a beast drawing his territory.
I grabbed the sheets and sat up. The images of last night flashed through my mind, making me blush. At the same time, I felt my body ache. I couldn't help but sigh. It was too much.
I turned my head to look at the other side of the bed. Michael also seemed to have just woken up and was putting on his clothes.
