It's late when we arrive at the hotel, tired and disheveled from the long flight. The heavily accented receptionist directs us to our room. I'm too tired to take much in, my eyes fighting to stay open, but I do note the double glass doors opening onto the balcony with the ocean view.

We're both in bed asleep as soon as the door is closed.

We've been a bit unadventurous this year, choosing a run of the mill, all inclusive hotel rather than something more 'authentic'. But this year has been unrelenting and we both just need a break, with the added bonus that the kids are older and happier staying home. It's a strange feeling sitting by the pool without having to keep checking where the kids are and if they're ok. It feels good to just stop and relax for the first time in years.

I glance at you on the sun lounger to my left and smile. You're set up for the day with a new book, a cold drink and layers of factor 50. It's been a long time since we spent proper time alone together.

But I find it hard to relax, flicking between my book and my phone.

"Its strange not having kids to watch out for isn't it." You say, closing your book to look at me.

"Am I that obvious?" I sigh, but you just smile and reach over for my hand, fingers linked loosely between the sun loungers.

"I miss the kids too, but I love having my wife to myself for a few days even more."

I do my best to try and relax after that, reminding myself what holidays were like before we had kids. I glance at you as you read your book and realise I fancy you now just as much, if not more, than when we first met.

After a quiet day relaxing, we head back to our room to get ready for dinner.

I lean on the railing of our balcony, looking out at the sun setting across the still ocean. It's mesmerizing as the breeze gently disturbs the voile curtains either side of the balcony doors. I don't hear you coming up behind me and smile as your arms envelop me, pulling me back against your chest. I can smell coconut undertones from the sun cream on your arms, mixed with the lightly salted ocean breeze. I sigh, resting my head back on your shoulder as you place a kiss on the top of my head.

"Ready for dinner?" You ask quietly. I place my hands on your forearms to keep them around me.

"In a minute..." I reply, knowing you're probably thinking what I'm thinking.

Our honeymoon... too many drinks....the balcony under the stars...

You let out a low hum, as if you're picturing it in your head, us in our younger more reckless days. I smile again as your lips brush against the side of my neck.

"I'm sure dinner could wait for a little while..." you murmur against my neck, your kisses becoming firmer, one hand moving to rest on my breast. I haven't changed yet after our day by the pool, still wearing the black bikini under a light striped blouse just buttoned in the middle. I sigh again as your thumb gently caresses the bare top of my breast above the bikini cup. After years of stealing quick moments together when the kids weren't around, the thought of taking our time makes my skin tingle.

I turn to face you, your hands sliding down my back as I rest mine on your chest. As always you look effortlessly handsome in a short sleeved white shirt and sand coloured chino shorts. We've only been here a day but the light fabric colours already make you seem tanned.

I cup your face in my hands and lean in towards you, having to raise myself up on my tiptoes to reach your lips. It's a soft, gentle kiss, full of love and the memories of all the others we've shared over the years. The second is firmer as love makes way for lust before your tongue finds mine on the third.

I feel myself melt into you as your hands slip down to rest on my bottom, under the edge of my blouse. I moan against your lips as I feel your growing excitement pressed against me. Breaking apart you take my hand and lead me towards the big bed, covered in the starched white sheets that are common across hotel chains around the world.

You sit on the edge of the bed and I lean in to kiss you again, this time flicking the buttons of your shirt open with each kiss. When I reach the bottom, you shrug it off and toss it aside as I run my hands over the hair on your chest.

You make short work undoing the couple of buttons I'd bothered to do up when we left the pool and pushed my blouse over my shoulders and onto the floor. Then you tug on the ties holding my bikini top on, dropping it quickly to the floor before your lips surround my hard nipple. I gasp, putting my hands on your head to keep you at my breast. You moan, sending a ripple of excitement through my nipple and down between my legs. You move to the other nipple, always keen to make sure they have equal attention. I run my fingers through your short hair and you squeeze my bottom in response.

You pull us back onto the bed and roll on top of me, covering my breasts in kisses.

I gasp when I realise how low you are planning to go and you continue your trail of kisses towards my stomach.

You slip your hands underneath me and slowly inch down my bikini bottoms, your warm hands brushing against my thighs. I wriggle a little as you position yourself ready to kiss my most intimate area. I grip the duvet at my sides as you place delicate kisses between my lips, before sweeping your tongue back up to my clit. It might have been a while but you certainly haven't lost your touch!

My breathing quickens as you focus your attention on my clit, making it swell and throb with desire.

"Oh babe..." I breathe as I got closer, before letting out a cry as I cum. You place a last kiss on my sensitive clit before coming to lay beside me. I turn and kiss you, tasting myself on your lips.

"Been a while since we last did that." You smile between kisses and I'm suddenly very glad that we left the kids at home.

I climb on top of you, savouring the feeling of your tip pressed against me, before I slowly slide down taking you inside. You groan as I stretch around you and take you deep. You rest your hands on my hips as I move slowly, keeping you deep inside. I smile as you close your eyes, letting me control the pace. I close my eyes too and allow myself to get lost in the feeling of us joined together as one, listening to your soft moans as you get closer to your own release.

I begin to rock a little faster, driven by both your moans and my own building orgasm. Soon my own moans mix with yours as the feeling deep inside me grows until I feel the warm rush of your cum fill my eager, waiting pussy.

You turn us both over so I'm laying next to you, with your cock still inside me, holding me close against your chest. There's a light coating of sweat on us both as we lay their quietly in each others arms, letting our heart rate slow and our breathing settle. I find myself dozing off against your chest as you stroke my back.

I wake to the feeling of your lips softly pressed against mine.

"We can sleep later babe..." you murmur, continuing to rouse me with your kisses. Still half asleep, I feel you move on top of me and instinctively spread my legs for you.

"Mmm good girl." You growl, lining your cock up to my waiting pussy, which is drawing you in like a magnet.

I wrap my arms around your neck as you push inside me. It was gentle and loving earlier, but this time you drive in deep and hard with each thrust. I moan with each one as I lay beneath you.

"Fuck!" You gasp as I wrap my legs around you, keeping you deep inside me.

The balcony doors are still open, I'm too sleepy to worry about how much noise we're making and who might hear us.

We cum again, a second load of your warm cum filling me and you flop back onto your side of the bed.

This time I pull you into my chest, remembering something you used to enjoy doing when we were first together.

"Would you like some help getting to sleep?" I ask quietly, one hand stroking your hair.

"Really?" You look up at me and I smile warmly, holding one of my breasts up for you to suck.

I feel you snuggle into the bed making yourself comfortable, before gently taking my nipple in your mouth. I sigh and resume lightly stroking your hair as you close your eyes. There's nothing sexual this time, just an act of comfort for you and a feeling of closeness for me. I can't remember the last time we did this, but we should do it more often. It's such a loving, sensual way to fall asleep.

"My good boy." I say quietly, kissing the top of your head and closing my own eyes, drawn back to sleep by your rhythmic suckling on my breast.