Chapter 32
MAISIE
Looking around the campsite, I can’t believe that someone would go through the effort to do something like this… for me.
When he told me that we were on Miles’ property and that he spent time cleaning up this area so that I could have the best first camping experience, I knew I could feel myself really falling for Henry.
Looking around the area, it truly feels like we’re in our own special world, and I guess in a way, we are. Summer is our own special world because once it’s over, so is whatever is going on between us.
I push away those thoughts, not allowing them to ruin what we have right now.
“So,” Henry nervously says, “I wasn’t sure about sleeping arrangements so I bought two small tents, and one bigger tent,” he fiddles with his fingers, “you know, just in case you wanted to spend the night with me.”
“Henry Bellwood, am I making you nervous?” I grab his hands and squeeze them to let him know it’s okay.
Rolling his eyes and tilting his head back in a soft laugh, he says, “I didn’t want you to think I was expecting anything. I—” he stammers, “I just really want to sleep next to you again.”
My hands still in his, I say, “I’d be sad if we didn’t share a tent.”
“Oh, thank God.” He huffs out a breath and we both break into a fit of laughter. “I wasn’t against begging,” he winks. “Now let’s figure out how to pitch a tent.”
The tent takes less than twenty minutes to set up, and honestly, I wasn’t much help. I mostly watched Henry do it all and passed him a stake when asked.
I’m usually not one to care about men doing “manly” things but watching Henry be all outdoorsy and watching his muscles flex has me nearly panting.
“I won’t lie,” he stands, staring at the finished tent with his hands on his hips, “I watched videos on how to set this up beforehand so I looked like I knew what I was doing.”
“So you’re not the outdoorsy broody man I was just envisioning you to be?” I chuckle.
“Unfortunately not, but I am a good actor, right?” He side eyes me.
“You deserve an Oscar with that performance,” I say and he responds with a full body bow.
The next bit of time was spent setting up the inside of the tent and unpacking what Henry brought in the truck. You’d think he purchased the whole store with the amount of snacks and sleeping bags in there.
“So,” I question him with a smirk, “is there a reason you bought three sleeping bags?”
His neck and cheeks turn the same shade of red they always do when he’s nervous, I’ve come to notice.
“In case you wanted your own tent, I bought one for both of us, but in case we share the same tent, I bought one to share.” He runs his hands through his hair nervously.
“Only if you want to, of course. We can still share the same tent and have separate sleeping—” I cut him off with a kiss.
“I love the thought you put into this.” I look into his eyes and immediately watch them soften at my words.
“I really like you, Maisie.” He toys with the end of my hair. “If all we have is the present, then I want you to take up every second of my time right now.”
I don’t say anything, afraid I’ll choke on my own words. Instead I press another kiss to his mouth.
“What are your plans after you guys finish renovations on the Inn?” I ask.
After we put the sleeping bags and everything else in the tent and set up the chairs, he walked me to the small lake on the property. We’ve been sitting at the end of the small dock, our feet dangling in the water, just talking to one another like it’s something we do everyday.
“That’s the award winning question.” He looks down to the water. “I’m not sure. I went to college and got a degree and all that, but by the time I realized I didn’t want that for myself, I was a bit too late to change it.”
“Why’s that?” I ask.
“I thought getting a finance or business degree would guarantee me a job, so I chose the better of the two for myself. But honestly, I don’t know if I want to deal with numbers my whole life, you know?”
“Yeah. I understand.” I lay my head on his shoulder, deciding to reveal my own vulnerability.
“I never wanted to stay here but I feel like I’m in too deep now.
When my grandma passed, she left the diner to me and my mom, and I think my mom just expected me to stay, so I did.
I’ve worked there nearly my whole life and now I feel like I can’t leave.
I have my friends, my home, the diner… it’s all here even if I don’t want to be. ”
“Growing up, we all wanted to get older so bad, but now I wish I was at home playing with sticks in the grass while my mom made me peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.”
“Yeah.” I sigh and we sit in silence for a bit—my head resting on Henry’s shoulder, his head resting on mine. We watch the water and just exist next to each other; I’ve never felt more content.
“What if we jumped in?” Henry breaks the silence. “It’s hot enough that we’ll dry off… eventually.”
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I look up at him with a questioning look on my face.
“It’s just us out here, you can jump in your bra and underwear and no one will know.” He nudges me. “I’ll even be a gentleman and look away.”
“Have you ever been skinny dipping?” I whisper, hoping he understands what I’m insinuating. “I’ve always wanted to…”
“Maisie Winslow, who am I to say no to skinny dipping with the most jaw dropping girl I know?” He puts his arm around my shoulder and drums his fingers along my skin. I’ve noticed that if he can, he always finds a way to touch me, or just be near me.
I take him in, admiring his lightly freckled skin from being in the sun, his eyes watching the water, his feet in the water, his lips. Sometimes I’m overwhelmed being this close to him, being this comfortable around someone in such a short amount of time.
I’ve never had someone get me the way he does, or maybe it’s that I haven’t had someone who puts in the effort. I’ve never had a boyfriend so these gestures are new to me. I’m used to flirting with someone and the next thing you know I’m being ghosted or having lackluster sex with a faked orgasm.
I can feel myself falling for Henry, hard. It’s a fall I didn’t want to happen but now, I don’t think I ever want to take the fall for anyone else.
“Are you ready to get naked and wet?” Henry stands and reaches out for my hands to help me up.
“Literally or figuratively?” I laugh back.
“That’s up to you, but you better start before I take them off for you.”
“Like that’s a bad thing?” I tease.
Laughing, he starts taking off his shirt and I’m shocked I’m not drooling at the sight in front of me. It hits me that this is the first time I’ve seen all that is Henry Bellwood. Every scar, every freckle, everything.
He looks like he was carved out of clay with precise attention. I want to lick my way down every crevice on his stomach.
Down.
Down.
Down.
“Is this your way of ogling me, Winslow?” He winks, pulling down his shorts, the muscles on his arms on full display now.
“How are you real?” I ask.
“I ask myself the same thing about you everyday.” His shorts and shirt are now in a pile on the dock next to our tossed shoes. “Come here, let me help.”
Like a magnet, I’m now standing in front of him.
“Hands up,” he demands and my arms are now above my head. I like when he’s dominant. He grabs the hem of the black tank top I’m wearing and slowly starts pulling it up, a rough gasp leaves his mouth as he moves past my breasts where I don’t have a bra on. “You’re killing me, but what a way to go.”
The confession coming from him and the slight summer breeze has my nipples peaking. I think about his lips there the other night and how I want them there again.
Stepping back with my shirt in his hand, he just stares at me. He looks at me in a way that I’ve never seen before and where I would usually cover myself, I feel confident standing in front of him vulnerable like this.
“I’m having a lot of bad thoughts happening in my head right now.” He bites his lip and steps closer, tracing his hands up my hips, to my waist and then to the swell of my breasts. “You can’t be real.”
I say nothing, just let him watch my body shiver and mold to his touch.
“If I could touch and look at you all day long, I’d die a happy man.” He pinches my nipple and a gasp escapes me. “Just doing this, touching you, is making me so hard.” He whispers the last word like it pains him.
“There’s still more to take off.” I guide his hand down to my denim shorts where he begins to unzip them and I help by shimmying them down my legs. He falls to his knees to help me fully get out of them.
“A goddess,” he says as I stand there in just my underwear enjoying every second of being embraced by him. He makes me feel so beautiful in my own skin, so cherished by him.
“On your knees for me again, I see?” I tease.
“It’s my favorite place to be.” His hands graze my hips again, toying with the soft fabric. “Let’s get these off.”
I should feel nervous, being entirely exposed like this for the first time where anyone could see us, but I feel safe. He makes me feel safe, like we’re living in a universe of only us.
Slowly, he trails the fabric down my hips, thighs, and calves until they’re on the ground at my feet and I’m entirely naked standing in front of him.
“Beautiful,” he says with his eyes locked on mine. He stands and cups my face. “You are breathtaking.” He kisses me like he’s starved—and I let him. I let him take what he needs and when he breaks away, I look down and see his hard length pressing against the fabric of his black boxers.
“Wow,” I say in a gasp looking directly at his cock.
“Because of you,” he smirks with a wink. “Do you want to take them off for me?”
Without a word, I nod, making my way to my knees just like he did for me. As I lower myself, I never take my eyes off his, my hands tracing down his body.
“Now look who’s on their knees?” He sounds breathless. “Another beautiful sight to see.”
I feel like I’m in a trance being here in front of him like this, my hands finding their way to the lines of his abs, tracing him like pen to paper. He shivers beneath my touch but I don’t stop. My hands make their way to his waistline, tugging his boxers down slowly with anticipation.
I look up at Henry who is staring down at me like I’m some sort of figment of his imagination, which only turns me on more. Continuing to pull down his boxers, I start to see the line of his happy trail moving south.
His body is that of a man, perfectly sculpted and perfectly groomed.
I finally pull his boxers down all the way, and his cock is big. I felt it the other night so I knew the size but seeing it in person, right in front of me, has me nearly drooling. I see a bead of pre-cum at the tip and it amazes me that I did this to him.
I keep my eyes on his while he steps out of his boxers.
“You are so… wow.” My hands slide up and down his naked body, I look up and see his throat bob. “Can I?”
“I’m trying really hard to be a good boy.” He threads his hand through my hair with a light tug, his dark blue eyes on mine the whole time.
My fingers find their way to the base of his cock, tracing up to the tip. “Good boys deserve to be rewarded.”
He sucks in a breath, whimpering, “Please,” as his hands move from my hair to my cheek and then down to my lips. His thumb brushes across my bottom lip and my mouth audibly opens and sucks his thumb inside.
I flick my tongue around as he pushes his thumb in and out of my mouth. He doesn’t take his eyes off me and I don’t take my eyes off him, even as he takes his cock in his hand, lightly stroking himself and moaning.
We stay like this for a moment before I trade his hand for mine and begin moving it up and down his length. The groan that leaves him has my mouth watering, sucking on his thumb more.
“You,” he pants, “don’t have to, but please,” another moan escapes him, “will you suck my cock, please, Maisie?” Him begging before me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Knowing that I am the reason why he’s this vulnerable and hard.
Without a word, I take my other hand around his wrist near my mouth and remove his thumb and place his hand back to my cheek. Without looking away I open my mouth and guide his cock inside, teasing him with my tongue around his head.
“Thank you,” he exhales, “your mouth feels so good.”
He softly grabs my face, pushing himself a little deeper. I have to breathe through my nose to allow him in more, slowly bobbing my head back and forth, more of him filling my mouth with each thrust.
I close my eyes and groan with the feeling of him so deep yet so gentle. I move one of my hands around him and start moving it to the same rhythm as my mouth.
“Maisie, I’m going to come.” His other hand grasps my hair, holding it tight. “Please. Your mouth,” he begs and I move him down my throat deeper, eyes locked on his, moaning around his length.
I continue to move my mouth up and down at the same time as my hand. His grip on my hair tightens as he starts thrusting his hips forward in a haggard rhythm.
I grip him tighter are suck harder.
“Fu-fuck,” he whimpers as I feel his thrusts deepen and tears start to form at the corners of my eyes from the way he fills my mouth. “I—fuck. I’m coming.”
His thrusts turn erratic and I work him harder with my hand. Warm liquid fills my mouth and I moan over the feeling of him coming undone like this.
I swallow every last drop, keeping his cock in my mouth until he pulls out.
“Fuck, Maisie.” He kneels down in front of me, looking at me like I’m the sun. His mouth is instantly on mine in a kiss so intoxicating I never want it to end. “You’re… wow. I didn’t last long at all.”
“You’re pretty ‘wow’ yourself.” I lick my lips and giggle, a small smile playing on his face.
“Just so you know,” his arms rake down my body, “I’m going to eat your pussy tonight like it’s my last meal on Earth. I’m starving for it. But first…”
The next thing I know I’m being picked up and engulfed by water and Henry.