*if you don't like smut skip this chapter*

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May POV

I'm in love with Italy.

I never knew how amazing and beautiful traveling could be. The people here are so kind and fun to talk to.

Also the food makes America seem awful as well.

I didn't know how much planning Harry did for our honeymoon. He planned every day for us. I never had to worry about what to do because he always told me what was the agenda for the day.

I don't want to leave Italy.

We're at the airport currently waiting to board our flight to the Bahamas. He finally told me that's where we're going.

I've seen photos of the Bahamas. The water looks pretty and crystal clear.

I'm just not looking forward to wearing my bathing suit, but I'll get over it.

"Thank you." I say to Harry as my head is on his shoulder.

"For what?" He asks.

"Making every day special and fun." My fingers play with his.

"Of course baby. We only get one honeymoon." I smile at his words.

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Perks of sitting in first class is more leg room.

That's a plus.

A very big plus because I hate flying.

I hate flying and I always have to take medicine to knock myself out until the flight is over.

Guess who forgot their medication in Italy?

Me.

I'm seated closest to the window. The shade is closed so I don't have a panic attack. My blanket is brought to my chin and Harry claims I look cute and comfortable.

"I wish I could help." He tells me with a pout.

"Just a few more hours." I say sigh a small smile. I read my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

I soon feel Harry's hand rest in between my thighs. His finger rubs against my sensitive spot making my teeth bite my lower lip harshly. His movements continue making my breaths become sharp.

"Harry, we're on a plane." I remind him.

"Mile high club." He hums. My eyes look up to my husband who's grinning.

"Harry, this is a public place." I say. My voice is low. A greedy smirk is on his lips.

"Just meet me in the bathroom."

"A small ass bathroom is where you want to fuck in?" I ask.

"Or I can finger you right now under the blanket. Your choice." My eyes narrow at him. His fingers start to rub against making me bite down.

"I'll meet you in the bathroom in two minutes." I give in. He kisses my cheek then leaves. My head rests back on the seat and I bite my lip.

When it's been two minutes I meet him in the bathroom as I said I would. It was a tiny room with a toilet, sink and mirror. Space is very limited. Very, very limited.

Harry still managed to find room to yank down my leggings and take of his sweatpants. "I'm going to need you to be very quiet, okay?" He tells me. I nod. "Sit on the sink." I do.

His lips kissed my neck and his fingers tease my lower half making my body become eager. My grip on his hair become tighter as I feel his thumb gently stroke me. My eyes screw shut.

His movements are still so slow. Harry knows what he's doing to me because I feel him smirk against my neck.

Harry moved his head to the crook of my neck, leaving kisses directly under my earlobe, nipping at it every once in a while. "Harry please, I need you to touch me," I told him while gripping onto his broad shoulders.

"Hm, you've never said that before." His voice hums.

"You've never teased me this much." His pointer finger rubs outside my entrance making me whimper.

"God, I love what I can do to you." Harry says to himself. He places a finger over my clit and started rubbing in small circles. I could see his erection rise the more he touched me.

I muttered out a few curses, shifting every few seconds. His middle finger starts pumping in and out of me while his thumb continues it's quick moments at my weak spot.

Little muffled moans leave my lips as his goes on. My legs tighten and my hands grip onto my husband more. Just as I could feel my orgasm approaching, Harry pulls his fingers away from me. "Why did you stop?" I ask.

"I don't want you to come yet." He tells me. His fingers take off my shirt and he places it on the pile with our other ones.

His hand strokes over his pen.is making my legs tense up. When I realise I've been staring, break my eyes off of Harry touching himself and look up to see him watching me. "Do you like watching me touch myself?" I bite my lip. Harry smirks widely and brushes his bare tip over my entrance. "I'll take that as a yes." My teeth still bite my lip.

His hand quickly works against himself until it's his full length. He grabs the condom in his pocket and slides it on.

"Remember to be silent May."

"I will." I say. Harry slowly eases himself inside of me. My hands grip the side of the sink. Within seconds he starts to go more quick and rough. Little moans leave my mouth in the process.

He thrusts into me again and I whimper against his shoulder. He smirks and continues to pound into me. Each time he does, I move back a few inches against the counter. Every few times, he would have to pull me back towards him because I would move into the mirror.

His hands spread my legs wider causing them to shake as his movements remain rough and quick. "H-Harry, fuck." I moan.

He pulls out of me and tells me to get off the counter. I slowly do.

Harry presses me against the wall behind us, my back against it and he's against me. His hands grip my butt firmly causing my heart to race. His whole rubs against me making it hard to think.

"Put you let on the toilet seat." He tells me. I do. My hands remain against the wall. Within seconds he's back to thrusting himself into me wildly. I bite down hard on my lips trying to keep my moans quiet.

His hands hold my waist against him so I don't move and so I feel every deep thrust of him. I can feel Harry is close from his occasional grunts and how his thrusts become sloppy. He finally comes inside me, but I feel my climax come soon.

"Keep g-going." I encourage and he obeys. My eyes screw shut. My hands hold onto the wall still and my legs tense up. "P-please Harry, just like that." I whimper quietly. He readjusts himself and starts using his hips more. That's when he hits my g-spot and I orgasm quickly.

He keeps going until I ride out my orgasm. Soon he pulls out and we both rest our heads against the bathroom wall.

My tired eyes look to Harry who had sweat on his forehead. "Wasn't that fun?"

"Yes, very." I let out a deep breath. "We should get back to our seats, no?" I say.

"Yeah. We should." He runs his hand over his hair. We both get dressed.

A://N

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