The cold weather hit their faces when he opened the bedroom door. The woman shivered, taking advantage of the darkness, then turned on the lights. She was exhausted, her feet were throbbing with pain. She stumbled on her heels, a hand grabbed her waist from behind. Her ribs that the dress was squeezing were sensitive, the woman sighed.

"It's over, we're home." said the man behind her. He turned off the fluorescent and light the corner lamp while the woman was putting her bag on her makeup table. She murmured a quiet thank you and his lips curved into a smile.

The man stripped off his black jacket and hung it on the hanger. He glanced at the woman's tired face while taking off his buttoned-up shirt. The makeup remover she poured into the cotton was quick to absorb, he quickly put his hand on her shoulder and said, "Can I take off your makeup?" She nodded.

"Here," he said and took her hand, helped her stand up, and escorted her to the bed. She was still in that uncomfortable dress and moving was getting more and more difficult. She watched his face when he cleaned her makeup off. His skin was home to bumps and it felt real. The shape of his lips was one of her favorite things about him. She licked her lips unconsciously and he noticed it. The man pouted his lips like he was about to kiss her and her tired eyes met his gaze. "You must be so tired," he said.

"I am," the woman replied. "I'm glad it's over."

"Me too. I can't bear to see you tired," He delicately touched her chin and rubbed his thumb across his cheek, she leaned into his hands. The man watched her glowing face under the orange light and looked at her eyebags.

"Shall we sleep?" he asked and she nodded. When she stood up to unzip her dress he also get on his feet and he was faster than her to do it. The fabric met with the floor, dropping from her shoulders, leaving her with her underwear. The man watched her for a while. "Look at you, so beautiful," he said quietly. She smiled, "I love you." he said before going away to close the windows, afraid of her being cold. He saw her sliding into the sheets when he turned back.

"Won't you be cold?" he asked. She shook her head. He quickly got into his pajamas and took his place next to her. He kissed her forehead, and then her cheeks as she turned her head to face the man. He kept kissing her, taking his time feeling her skin on his lips. He was placing dry kisses on her neck, careful to not wet her skin because she hated it. The woman sighed and he knew he was on the right track. His hands were always warm unlike hers, so he started to travel his fingers carefully on her half-naked body. Goosebumps started to appear on her arms and back, her hand rising to grab his cheeks to seek warmth. He pulled her closer, he knew she was cold.

"Should I warm you up?" he whispered. She chuckled, with small competitiveness in it.

"And how will you do it exactly?" Their faces were so closed that even whispering was loud in their ears. He smiled and left a peck on her lips. It was full of love and the woman can feel it every time he did that. So she got even closer, showing her trust in him. He kissed her under her earlobe and she shivered again, this time not because she was cold but she was feeling hot. He hold her chin and started kissing her, just to warm her up. The only sound was coming from their lips, they were lazy but it was still working out. When things started to get spicy, he pulled back, trying hard to let her lips go. "Is this warmth enough for you or..?" He couldn't finish his sentence because she pulled him in, kissing him a bit harder this time.

"Aren't you tired?" he teased her, receiving a small slap from the woman next to him. He pulled the cover over his back and got on top of her, bored of kissing her from his side. His elbows were holding him up, legs were caging hers. The woman slid her hands to hug his torso, cold fingers touching his skin under his t-shirt. He sighed quietly but it was enough to make her feel the butterflies. Her fingers kept touching him, her ego boosting up every time he shivered. She smirked into the kiss while her fingertips danced on his spine. He suddenly dropped his waist to meet her pelvis. She knew where it was going, she can feel it.

He kept caressing her sides, her tummy, and her hips while kissing her collarbones. She could feel the love spilling from his lips. He kissed the skin showing from her bra, didn't go that far to take it off. Going down from her sternum to her lower belly, he took his time there to make her feel loved, as she was a bit insecure about it. He looked up to meet her gaze, asking for permission. She nodded, her hands reaching his soft hair to pet. He smiled and removed her underwear, and then his pajama pants and boxer. He was ready, but he still wanted to go slow because she might be overstimulated from her exhaustion before.

She held his hands, pulling him to herself, making their lips meet. He held her one hand, the other one lowering to her inner thighs, getting dangerously close to where she felt hot the most. The man felt the dampness on his fingertips, being sure that she can handle him. Slowly pushing one finger inside, her breath got stuck on her throat. He shushed her with his lips. When she stopped squeezing around his finger, he added another and started moving slowly. By doing that, he was getting more and more aroused, but pleasing her was the most important thing right now.

When her hips started to shake a little bit, he removed his fingers. He was quick to replace it with his length. Even touching her with his tip was enough for both to feel the bliss, but it was the Nirvana when he bottomed out. She groaned, trying to be quiet. "You can move," she said, getting used to him being inside her. He kissed her and did what she said, pulling out and pushing again. He was being the loudest, she was still sleepy but didn't want to let him go. "Faster..." she breathed, the knot in her stomach started to get on her nerves at this point. He obeyed again, being on the top but still doing what she told.

He got even faster eventually, turning her into a moaning mess. Her hips started to shake uncontrollably, she worded out "I'm gonna-" and whimpered, not finishing her sentence. He was about to pull out, try to finish himself on his own, but she stopped him. She squeezed around him, to hold him and not ready to let go. He couldn't even understand what was happening, she came off and made him moan so loud with that, so he came in her.

"Why did you stop me?" he asked. His liquids were dripping out of her, and he couldn't keep looking at the sight, or else he would be up for another round. He laid next to her, listening to her response "I wanted to come with you." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her temple, realizing that she fell asleep right after saying that.