We started our lovemaking slowly, allowing the others in nearby bedrooms time to fall asleep.
But then, in the quietness of the night, he began to hear beyond the door, the muffled but clear sounds of lovemaking.
Ethel always performed her lovemaking in a darkened room.
When their lovemaking finished, Dean remained in bed, his arms folded behind his head, awaiting Ethel's return from her obligatory post coital trip to the bathroom.
The lovemaking did get better.