There's a little more urgency. A little more intensity.
Our lovemaking is always amazing, but after the thaw, when apologies flow and love and affection reassert their primacy, it's a little...more.
Pent-up emotions surge. Our touches are a little more meaningful, our kisses a little more passionate, our cries a little more longing. My thrusts are a little harder, your moans a little louder. It's a little rawer, a little more animalistic.
When we finally collapse, the bedding is sodden and disheveled, our bodies wet and sticky.
There's nothing quite like make-up sex.