Chapter 33
HENRY
After Maisie gave me the best blowjob of my life, I jumped us into the lake and we swam until the sun started to set.
Being out here, just us two, feels like we are the only two living humans on earth—an alternate reality where I’m not leaving soon and we can be together. I try not to remind myself about that, it’s hard not to think about how I will be leaving Maisie every time I see her face.
Wrapping her up in a towel, I carry her over my shoulder back to camp and dry us off.
I pull her into my lap on the camp chair to watch the flames of the fire she built herself. I have to admit, she did a damn good job and I’m going to make sure she knows it later.
“This view is so pretty,” she says as she stares out at the lake. The lights I strung up earlier glowing in the night sky, nothing but us and the sound of nature around.
“Yes, it is,” I say, but I’m not talking about the lake, I’m talking about the girl in my lap who somehow came into my life and has shaken it up more than I could ever imagine.
Being near her makes me think loving is easy.
She’s someone I could fall in love with.
Someone I am falling in love with.
“You know how you said you used to come here when you were young?” she asks. “I wonder if we ever met before this, if we ever crossed paths.”
“I think there was always going to be me and you in Ruby Lake,” I say, kissing the top of her head.
“Henry,” she whispers, “I’m scared.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
“What happens when you leave?”
“I wish I had the answer,” I say quietly. “I think no matter what lifetime we’re in, we will always find each other. It was always going to be you and me.”
“I think so too.” Her fingers intertwine with mine and she nuzzles her head into the crook of my neck as we look out at the night sky and lake in front of us.
After a few minutes of just existing with each other, I hear her stomach rumble and it causes both of us to laugh.
“What if we have dessert before dinner?” she asks. “I’m really craving a s’more.”
Without question, I stand to grab the roasting sticks and s’mores supplies. “If little Henry could see me now, having s’mores for dinner, he would lose his mind.”
“Did you know I hadn’t tried one until like, I don’t know, two years ago?”
“You’re joking.”
“Afraid not, and I’m not sure how I lived without them.”
“We’re about to have so many that it’ll make up for lost time,” I say.
I open the bag of marshmallows, poking one on a stick for each of us,
Where she takes time roasting hers, I stick mine right into the fire, watching the edges go from golden brown to burnt and crispy.
She laughs and shakes her head. Grabbing a graham cracker and chocolate, I piece the three ingredients together into the perfect s’more. “Burnt and delicious,” I say as I finish it in three bites.
Giggling, she ushers me closer. Her hands come to the corner of my mouth and her thumb wipes chocolate off my lip. Before her hand gets away, I grab her wrist and keep in place, sucking her thumb into my mouth and cleaning off the chocolate.
“I think you might be more delicious actually,” I say after I let go of her thumb, sucking it with a pop.
“You think so?” She smirks and I stand on my knees, towering over her.
“I know so, but I might need another taste?”
She nods and drops her roasting stick but is too mesmerized to do anything about it when I’m crowding her like this.
The taste of her skin turned me into a feral animal and now all I want to do is drown in her, devouring every part of her delicate body. “I need a verbal yes that I can eat your pussy for dessert.” I lean in for a kiss, my teeth nipping at her bottom lip.
“Y-yes. Please.”
“Lay down and open those pretty little legs for me.” She gets off the chair and sits on the blanket next to it. I lightly nudge her to lie down and she does as she’s told, opening her legs for me. I pull at those devilish shorts she wears to sleep and drag them down her long legs.
Knowing her pussy is going to drench my mouth soon is enough to have my dick hardening in my pants again and I’ve barely touched her.
“First, let me play with you.” I tower over her, leaning on one hand by her head and my other playing along her skin. “You’re so soft, I just want to take a bite.”
I dip my head down to her stomach, grabbing her tank top with my teeth and pull it up over her breasts. Her nipples are already hard and begging to be played with. I lick from her belly button to the center between my favorite part of her body.
I adjust my body so my hand can play with one nipple while my mouth licks at the other. I’m at the perfect position where my cock—though, straining against my jeans—can rub against her white laced pussy.
I feel like a teenager with the way I inaudibly rub by cock against her but fuck does it feel good.
“Henry,” she pleads.
I dry hump her harder, biting her breast and leaving my mark. At the same time she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling my cock harder against her.
Feeling her writhing against me already has me so close to coming for the second time tonight.
“Fuck, Maisie,” I groan as I suck on her nipple.
She moans and her hands tangle in my hair, guiding me to suck harder on her breast.
“Henry, I—” she grinds harder against me, “harder, I-I’m c-close.” I’ve barely touched her and she’s about to come over nipple play and dry humping.
I do as she says and grind my hips into hers, harder and faster, sucking and pinching at her nipples just how I know she likes to be played with.
“Harder!” she screams as I feel her legs begin to shake underneath me. “H-Henry!”
Hearing my name yelled off her lips in ecstasy is enough to have me almost come too.
I stifle my moans into her tits and I bite down, leaving another mark, a bit harder than I intended. My thrusts become erratic as she comes apart and somehow I manage not to come yet.
“Oh my God.” She pants as she tries to sit up.
“Nuh uh, we’re not done.” My hand wraps around her throat as I gently press her back down. “I haven’t gotten a taste yet and I’ve been craving you like this.”
“I don’t know if I can do that again…” she trails off as I palm her soaked pussy with my hand. She lets out a moan and bucks her hips upward, wanting more.
“Is that so?” I move down her body with my tongue.
“More,” she begs, and I give.
I take my time as she comes down from her high. I trace the wetness of her panties with my tongue, a glimpse of what’s to come and it tastes like heaven. The taste alone makes me feel ravenous and I want to rip off the soaked fabric and suffocate my face between her thighs.
I grab the seam of her panties, pulling them down and stuffing them in my pocket.
“Did you just steal my underwear?” She gasps.
“They’re mine now,” I say as I look her in the eyes and lick my tongue along the pussy I’ve been dreaming about eating for what feels like my whole life.
It shuts her up real quick as she gasps.
Her thighs press together against my face.
Suffocate me I internally beg. Her head falls back as I continue devouring her.
“God, baby,” I widen her legs against her will and get a look at the view in front of me, “you’re so wet for me.”
She mumbles something but I can’t hear as I lick again. This time my finger playing with her clit causing her to shake and her thighs vibrate around my face.
Heaven.
Pulling back reluctantly, I trade my tongue for my fingers as I start toying with her entrance, slowly pushing one finger in and feeling her clench around me.
Every sound and moan coming out of her mouth has my dick wanting a release. I add in another finger, thrusting faster and watching her eyes flutter closed as she takes me.
“You’re so beautiful coming undone around me,” I say, watching her in awe. “But I need that ass in my face.” I gently grab her by the waist and flip her around so she’s on all fours in front of me.
“Fuck, Maisie.” I stare at her ass in front of me, wetness spilling down her thighs.
She’s on display just for me and me alone.
I palm my dick, adjusting myself and groan at just how hard she’s made me. I remind myself this isn’t about me, this is about her.
I place a hand on both ass cheeks, spreading her wide.
With the light of the moon shining down on her, this is something I thought I’d only see in my dreams and somehow this is my reality.
One hand moves to glide along her pussy, soaking my fingers in her wetness as I start fingering her once again.
I don’t give her time to adjust as I slip two fingers in, fucking her with my hand. She groans at my greediness.
“You take my fingers so well, baby,” I praise her. “Imagine how good you’re going to take my cock one day.”
“Please,” she begs as she pushes herself harder against my fingers.
I curl them inside and she lets out a yelp that brings a smile to my face.
At the same time my thumb presses against her asshole and I expect her to tell me to stop but she moves against me harder, asking for more, and I do just that.
We don’t have lube so I lean forward licking her from her pussy—where my fingers are still fucking her—to her ass.
She tastes so good, I want her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
My own dessert for every meal.
She pushes against my hand as she moves her hips up and down, grinding against my face.
I break away from eating her from behind and I make my mark on her asscheek, biting her, taking what I want and she screams my name but doesn’t tell me to stop.
My thumb finally pushes slightly in her ass, so tight. She moves slowly back and forth and I watch it go in further with every push.
“Oh.” She gasps but continues pushing her ass against my finger in approval.
I try not to touch myself, because this is about Maisie, but I can’t help but grab my dick through my jeans watching her take my fingers the way she is.
“Henry,” she cries out. “Mouth, please.”
Without hesitation, I switch positions so that I’m now underneath her. Before she can say anything, I grip her hips, pulling her down so that she’s sitting on my face and I know I won’t last long.
I’ve fucked my hands so many times thinking of this moment and being in it now doesn’t feel real.
“Don’t worry about me, take what you need, baby.” I pull her pussy back down on me and move her hips in a rhythm that I know she’ll enjoy… and she does.
I can tell she wants to protest but once my tongue is fucking her, licking her up and down, she begins to fuck my face just like I wanted. She’s grinding against my tongue and I take the moment to move my hand back to her ass toying with her entrance again.
Pushing in and out, my girl isn’t afraid to be loud and fuck, it turns me on so much.
“You like your ass played with, don’t you?” I say as I suck harder on her clit. Her hand flies into my hair, gripping so hard as her wetness continues drenching my face.
In this position, I can see her beautiful body above me, her breasts in perfect view for me. I open my eyes and she’s already watching me—her pussy suffocating me which is right where I belong.
“No one’s ever.” She moans as I push my finger deeper in her ass. “Henry keep doing that, please.”
I never thought I’d see the day where Maisie Winslow was sitting on my face while my finger fucks that tight little ass of hers.
I can feel her wetness soaking my face.
I can hear how soaked she is every time she rides my tongue.
I’m close.
“Maisie, lean back and put your hand on my cock. Please.” I’m not against begging but her delicate hand slowly makes its way to my jeans and palms me hard. Fuck. I think her feeling how hard she makes me is making her grind on my face faster.
“Henry, I—” I grab her waist with my hands somehow pulling her down further, completely engulfed in her. If this is how the Lord wants to take me, then I have no complaints.
“Fuck!” She continues to rub her pussy against my mouth, using my face to get her off.
“Henry, I-I’m close!” And in that moment, I know I’m fucked. Hearing the sounds she makes, how wet she is, I’ll never forget my name on her lips.
Her hand is still on me and as I start moving my hips, she’s basically giving me a hand job through my jeans. I feel the heat start down my back and I know I’m done for.
She starts to shake and screams my name and that does it. I’m groaning into her pussy, finger fucking her ass. She’s coming, and soon enough, I’m right there with her.
“I—oh my god.” She tries to climb off my face but I glide my fingers through her pussy feeling how sensitive she is to my touch.
“Maisie, open.” I grab her chin which opens up immediately and I stick both fingers in her mouth. “I want you to taste yourself. So sweet.” She sucks and moans over her taste as I push my fingers deeper down her throat. “Baby, you’re so beautiful sucking yourself off my fingers.”
When I take them out she doesn’t say anything, just takes her mouth to mine. Our kiss turns to making out and she begins to fumble with the zipper of my jeans and my hand reaches out to stop her.
“Maisie, I—”
“Oh my god, I’m sorry I just assumed that you would want—that I could also…” She trails off, quickly getting up and shuffling backward but I stop her since I still have her wrist in my grasp.
“Maisie, what I was trying to say—” I look at her from where we’re both kneeling. “Going down on you, hearing the sounds you make, feeling you come on my tongue and fingers was enough, if you know what I mean.” I softly chuckle.
“Did you—did you come?”
“Proudly,” I confess. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long when I saw you like this.” My hands grip her hips. “Though I thought I’d be able to wait until your hands were on me and not my jeans, but I regret nothing.”
“You came and… you still did that?” She gapes.
“Like I was going to miss out on eating your pussy? Baby, you’re mistaken.”