Lumière // h.s

[ f i f t y - t h r e e ]

( Contains sexual/mature language )

Cait's POV

caittommo: Hiiiiiii. we're flying, cya.

I Instagrammed a photo of me and Harry in the lounge of the airport. Within seconds there were comments and likes.

OMG HARRY

I LOVE HIM SP MUCH

follow me xxxx

You aren't famous or pretty you are just a thing

CARRY YES

does Cait want to stop

OMG

"I can't believe we're going to New York." I smile watching the screen for our flight.

Harry was typing something on his phone. "I can't wait to show you around."

"I want to go to Macy's.'

He looks up at me with a frown. "You know that's a shop, right?"

"Yes," I roll my eyes. "I just hear about it all the time, I want to be able to say I bought something from there."

He smiles shaking his head before kissing me.

Our flight was called and before we knew it we were on the plane waiting to take off.

- - - - - - - - - - -

"This is the most beautiful hotel room I've ever seen in my entire life." I gasp walking through.

It was indescribable.

A huge king size bed with caramel and white coloured bed sheets, champagne, a mini kitchen and floor to ceiling windows showing the whole of New York City.

"I'm in love," I spoke sipping champagne looking out of the window not believing I was actually here.

Harry's arms were around my waist. "Me too," He whispered causing goosebumps immediately.

Within seconds we were ripping each others clothes off, it was as if ever since I'd given myself to him the first time we couldn't get enough of each other.

Literally.

He threw me on to the bed playfully, a giggle falling from my lips as he climbed up me slowly, kissing my lips, his arms either side of my head as his tongue caressed my mouth.

"You sure?" He asked.

He asked every time never wanting to push me too far, or make me uncomfortable. That's what I love about him.

He slid down my body opening my legs and placing them on his shoulders, one of my hands in his hair the other gripping the sheets.

I felt him kiss my thighs, I then felt his tongue dart out and lightly swipe up the length of my slit. My hips jerked at the new sensation. He did it again, only slower reaching my clit and making me gasp.

"Fuck," I whisper, my eyes rolling back the grip on his hair tightening.

"You taste so fucking good," His voice sounded muffled from between my legs. His arms wrapped around my thighs holding me in place as he sucked my nub into his mouth.

"Oh my god," I breathed. He sucked harder holding my clit as he started to flick his tongue against it, starting slow at first but then picking up speed. Pleasure washed over me in waves. "I'm close."

At that he backed away, a frown forming on my face at the loss of contact. He smirked gesturing for me to sit up, once I'm sat up he lays down gesturing for me to straddle him, I catch on to what he wants to do and blush.