Back with a brand new chapter. This one thankfully came quicker than the last few. I'm developing a work life balance, which is good. Sometimes you just have to push through the rough time writing, I suppose.

Charles stirred first the next morning. He and Olivia were wrapped naked in each other, cocooned in blankets. He kissed her softly, gently rousing her from her slumber. Once she started to kiss back he pulled away and caressed her face. "Good morning, beautiful."

Olivia smiled. "Mm. Morning." She kissed him again and nuzzled his nose. "We should get dressed and go get some breakfast before it's over," she whispered. "Then we can come back up here and ravish each other, or just cuddle up together and get some more sleep. Our meditation session isn't until tomorrow." She smiled, and looked into his eyes. "We can do whatever we want."

Charles smiled. "I like how you think," he whispered and kissed her softly. "Come on, let's get dressed," he said gently, his lips close to hers.

Olivia sat up and got on her knees and kissed him again, just as the kiss was heating up she pulled away and got off the bed and sauntered over to her suitcase, looking back at him and smirking.

Charles stared at her, his mouth agape. "I— that was— holy shit."

Olivia giggled and slipped into a lacy thong and bra set, followed by a t-shirt and leggings, pulling out a sweatshirt and throwing it over her arm. "You seem to be too underdressed to go get breakfast."

Charles got up and went to his suitcase, slipping into boxer briefs, joggers, a t-shirt and pulled a hoodie over his head. Both put in shoes and headed downstairs. Charles looked at the spread of fresh produce, fresh coffee, and other breakfast items to choose from. Charles whispered in her ear from behind her. "Eat up baby."

Olivia smiled and looked behind her. They each grabbed some fruit and a cup of coffee, Olivia adding a splash of almond milk into her coffee and they took a seat at the dining table. Once they finished, they turned their dishes in and Olivia took Charles's hand and walked towards the stairs. "Come hold me. I'm tired. I just want a lazy day today," she whispered and they walked toward their room. They opened the door and kicked their shoes off once they were inside. They laid down and Charles wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. Olivia smiled and wrapped them in blankets and rested her head on his chest. "I love you."

Charles stroked her arm and smiled. "I love you, too," he whispered. He continued to gently stroke her arm. "Close your eyes and get some sleep. No alarms, just us taking a nap for as long as we want, as long as we need."

Olivia cuddled into him and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. "This is nice. Not needing an alarm." She nuzzled into him, "curled up in your arms. Knowing I can sleep as long as I need to, and we don't have to worry about the kids, because we know they're in good hands while we're here."

Charles rubbed her back. "Agreed," he whispered and kissed her forehead. "Now, close your eyes and get some sleep."

Olivia smiled and closed her eyes. "I love you," she whispered.

Charles wrapped her in his arms, holding her close. "I love you too," he whispered back. Within moments he felt her breathing even out, and a few moments after that he, too, was asleep.

Olivia woke up first but stayed right where she was, pulling the blankets tighter around them. She didn't want to move from his arms. She felt safe, loved, cherished, and warm. This was perfect. Sure, she loved having sex with her husband. A lot of sex, but more than anything she loved being in his arms. Because that was where and when she felt the most cherished. She knew Charles wasn't using her for her body, but when she was being held, she felt loved for so much more.

Charles woke up about forty five minutes later and looked down at her. "How long have you been up?"

Olivia smiled. "Not really sure, I didn't look at the clock. I just stayed snuggled in your arms. It's been a while though."

Charles lifted her chin and caressed her face. "You could have woken me up."

Olivia kissed him softly. "That would defeat the purpose of us not using an alarm," she whispered and smiled.

Charles smiled back. "I wouldn't have minded you waking me up."

Olivia caressed his face. "Baby, as much as this vacation is about me resting and relaxing it's about you resting and relaxing too. Besides, I enjoy just laying in your arms. Makes me feel… cherished."

Charles held her tighter. "You are always cherished. Whether you're in my arms, whether I'm making love to you, whether we're standing in our kitchen making lunch together…. You are always cherished."

Olivia nodded. "I know. But sometimes just being held, not having sex or doing anything romantic or sexy or anything like that, just being held feels incredible."

Charles kissed the top of her head and held it for a moment, closing his eyes. "Then we need to do it more often."

Olivia looked up at him. "Please don't misunderstand. I love having sex and making love to you, with you, I love all the little romantic and sexy things we do together, but just laying in your arms… I could definitely get used to doing that more." She ran her hands over his chest. "Especially once the baby comes."

Charles smiled at the mention of Ellie, their baby girl growing big and strong inside the womb of their surrogate. "Then that's what we do, okay? Doesn't mean we have to live a celibate life, just that maybe our marathon nights of sex have cuddle breaks."

Olivia kissed him gently. "I like the sound of that." She maneuvered them so she was laying on top of him. "Now, speaking of sex, we probably should take advantage of being child free while we're here," she whispered and sat up, taking her shirt off and throwing it on the floor.

Charles held her hips and watched her take her shirt off and let her hair down from the ponytail it was secured in. "My God, I'm the luckiest man on the face of the earth that the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth chose me, and chooses me everyday."

Olivia smiled and reached behind her, unclasping her bra and holding it out over the floor before letting go of it, before massaging her breasts. "Mm, I'm the lucky one baby. You treat me like a Queen, a goddess, and I have no clue what I ever did to deserve it, but I will never complain."

Charles's eyes were glued to her, watching her every move. He licked his lips and flipped them over, hearing her squeal and giggle. "Shh. The other guests may be in their rooms. Wouldn't want them to hear how I plan to make you cum over and over and over until you tell me you've had enough."

Olivia giggled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Well, we should decide if we want to go to social hour, and if we do, we have to be very quiet. Going to social hour knowing the other guests heard me… heard us… I'd be as red as a lobster the whole time."

Charles smiled. "Some wine and cheese before dinner, a little mingling with our fellow Brattleboro guests, I think it'd be a good idea to go." He whispered. "Bite my shoulder. Bite the pillow. As much as I'd love to watch you cum, hear you cum, I'll be able to wait until we're home again for that. Cover your face, scream into the pillow to muffle your moans."

Olivia smirked and took his shirt off over his head, running her nails over his chest. "Tell me what you're going to do to me."

Charles kissed her neck softly, pulling away gently to whisper in her ear. "First, I want to taste you, so I'm going to make you cum with my tongue and my fingers. Then once I bring you down I'll work you back up again by kissing you all over your body, from your pussy to your neck and back again. Then I'm going to make love to you. Slowly. Purposefully."

Olivia covered her mouth and moaned. "Please. Do all of that. I need it," she whispered. She closed her eyes and arched her back, the anticipation of what he was going to do already soaking her panties with her arousal.

Charles smirked and kissed her breasts, running his tongue over her nipples, assuring they were beads before he started to suck on them, biting gently on them. Olivia put a pillow over her face and moaned, already writhing beneath him. He kissed down her torso, running his tongue around her belly button. He swiftly pulled down her pants and panties before he kissed the rest of the way down her torso and started gently licking up her slit, slowly, his tongue softly running through her folds.

Olivia's hand moved from the pillow to the back of his head, gripping his hair, her other hand holding the pillow over her face as she moaned, the noise muffled by the pillow. "Don't ever fucking stop!" She gasped, her words mumbled by the padding of the pillow.

Charles smirked and looked up at her. "Come again?"

Olivia moaned and moved the pillow. "I said don't ever fucking stop. And yes. Please. Cum again. And again. And again."

Charles smirked and saw her cover her face again as he moved in closer, sucking on her clit, pushing two fingers inside of her, moving them in and out, running his tongue along her clit as he sucked on it. He felt her hips buck into his face and he used his free hand and held her hips down. "Easy," he whispered. He continued his ministrations until she was screaming into the pillow. After he pulled his fingers from her pussy he licked them clean, then cleaned her up with his tongue. She gripped his hair once it became too much and pulled him up.

Olivia smiled and sighed, leaving the pillow over her face, her arms flopped out as she lay in the middle of the bed. "Oh my God, that was so good."

Charles smiled and moved the pillow kissing her softly. She tasted herself on his lips and she hungrily kissed him back, feeling herself slowly getting aroused again. As promised he kissed her neck, and down to her pussy, getting her more and more aroused with each inch of her body that he kissed. He stopped and lay on top of her, his erection resting, heavy on her thigh. He saw her put the pillow back over her face and heard her muffled moan. He braced himself on his forearms and pushed inside her slowly.

Olivia moaned and started to thrust with him, their hips falling into a rhythm. A dance. Their bodies moved together, Olivia gripping onto him. He moved the pillow from her face and she let out a breathy moan. "Oh, fuck. Oh, don't stop," she whispered. "Please, I need you to keep going."

Charles smirked, "I won't stop until you're too sensitive to take my movements. I promise."

Olivia let out a shaky breath and bit on Charles's shoulder, moaning, allowing his flesh to muffle the sound. Charles kept his word, he kept moving until both hit their climax, and Charles continued thrusting and pushed his shoulder back, signaling him to stop. "Oh God," she whispered.

Charles stopped and pulled out, both letting out a breathy moan at the sensation. He looked down at Olivia and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Thank you," he whispered softly.

Olivia was dazed, he never failed to render her essentially useless when he made love to her, she couldn't move, she could barely speak, but she smiled at him. "For what?"

Charles smiled and caressed her face, his thumb running over her lips, he felt her kiss his thumb and his smile only grew. "For letting me love you."

A/N: So what do we think, was this a nice little filler chapter? Next chapter is going to be the last on vacation and then it's back to the New York grind. Leave a review if you're so inclined, and I'll see you soon!