Thirteen
Two weeks have gone by and dating Miguel felt like heaven. He was a family man. He always put his family first, especially his daughter. Gabriella was the light of his life and you were a close second. You were okay with that though, nothing could be more important than the bond between a parent and a child.
Today, you had a date with Miguel. It was nothing fancy, just brunch at a new underground restaurant that just opened in Los Angeles. This would be your first public appearance as a couple. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement.
Stella told you that this would be risky considering that Jessica still had some die-hard fans. No matter how much Jessica would defend you, some of them would still hate you.
You were wearing a casual top and a white pleated tennis skirt. It’s what Miguel told you to wear. He didn’t want to draw too much attention to you. He wanted this to be as intimate as possible.
There was a knock at your door and some barking that followed. Miguel was dropping off Fern after she had a sleepover with Gabriella. He was also here to take you out on your date. Even though he told you to dress casually, you still tried to look your best.
You opened the door and saw Miguel standing there with a dog in one arm and beautiful pink roses in the other.
“Oh, Miguel, you didn’t have to,” you smiled softly at him. Your heart was melting at the fact that he was gentlemanly enough to get you a gift. Fern wiggled from his arms and jumped into the threshold of your home. “Do you want to come in?”
“Please,” Miguel kissed your cheek as he walked into your home. “Is there somewhere you want me to put this?”
“Just give them to me and I’ll put them in a vase.” You walked over to one of your cabinets and grabbed a pretty green vase that used to be Princess Diana’s that you won in an auction. It’s one of your most prized possessions to date.
“You ready?” Miguel asked as he rubbed the back of his neck.
The water was still running as you tried to process the question. You really liked Miguel and you were willing to do anything as long as they didn’t push your boundaries. Sometimes, the fans could be brutal to the partners of their celebrity crushes. Miguel had a lot of fan girls, you used to be one of them, but never to that extreme. For example, people call Zawe Ashton, a great actress, Tom Hiddleston's soon-to-be wife, and the mother of his child, ‘ugly and not good enough for Tom’ even though Zawe is a beautiful woman who doesn’t deserve the hate.
“I think I can handle it.” You run off the tap when the water gets halfway full in the vase. You put the vase on the table and cut the roses diagonally at the bottom and put them into the vase.
“If it gets too much just tell me, mi linda princesa.” He took your head in his hands and leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now, we need to go. Turns out the place needed reservations and we have one for two thirty.”
The drive to the restaurant was hot and not in a steamy way. You loved living in California, it was definitely better than living in your small town in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes the heat could get unbearable. You were lucky though, you were sure the people in Arizona would trade the heat any day.
Someone must have tipped off the paparazzi that you and Miguel were going to be there today because when you arrived at the restaurant, there were at least five paparazzo's there. What year were you guys in? 2005?
“If you want, I can get out and open your door for you,” Miguel said as soon as he parked the car in one of the closest available spots.
You made eye contact with one of the paparazzi and rolled your eyes as he pointed his camera at Miguel’s car. You shook your head, “It’s fine. I’m a big girl. I can do this”
“Alright.” Miguel got out of the car and waited for you on the hood of his car. Flashes and flashes of lights and clicks of the camera sounded as soon as Miguel exited the car. You knew that he would look good in the pictures. He always looks good.
Miguel pushed through the crowd that was starting to form in the front of the restaurant as you trailed behind him.
“O’Hara for two,” Miguel told the hostess at the front of the restaurant.
The hostess ushered you to a secluded room in the back of the restaurant. The lighting was dim, there were candles on the table which gave the room a waxy smell and more lighting, and there was a tablecloth that covered the entire table and fell to the floor. A person could hide under the table and no one would ever know.
“Let me know if you need anything.” The hostess said as she placed the menus on the table. She lingered for a second longer than needed to look into Miguel’s eyes. You really wanted to be a girl’s girl, but sometimes girls made it too hard.
“What are you going to get?”
“I don’t know, the steak and eggs look good, but I’m deciding between two options right now.” Miguel subtly bit his lip.
“And they are?”
“The steak and eggs or you.”
“You want to eat me? Who are you? Armie Hammer?” You tried to steer the situation into something more humorous, but that didn’t quench his undeniable thirst for you.
“I’ll stop if you want me to, but I want you and I want to show you how much you mean to me.”
“Here?” You asked and he nodded his head. You looked around the room and spotted two security cameras pointing at the two of you. “But there are cameras.”
“I paid for them to be off today. No one will see, I promise.”
“Okay,” you squeaked out.
You didn’t know what he meant by when he said that he needed you, but when you saw him sink to his knees and crawl under the table you knew. Maybe this is why he wanted you to wear a skirt today.
He slowly spreads your thighs apart as his mouth trailed kisses down your thighs. “Are you sure you want this?” Miguel’s voice came out a bit muffled due to him being under a table that was covered by a tablecloth. You nodded your head and then you realized that he couldn’t see you so you said, “Yes.”
He kissed you through your panties. You could feel yourself getting wetter with each touch of his lips on your clothed pussy. Miguel’s fingers hooked onto the waistband of your panties and slowly lowered them revealing your pussy to him. Miguel nearly groaned in delight as he saw that your body was reacting to him.
His middle finger caressed its way up and down your slit, spreading your wetness. Miguel’s mouth soon found its way to your clit, gently sucking it in his mouth. Your hips bucked in pleasure as your body reacted to the gift Miguel was giving you.
Then, the same hostess came into the room, asking if the two of you needed anything. She noticed that Miguel was gone and decided to bring that up. Little did she know that he was currently on his knees eating you out like no one has before.
You tried your best to compose yourself as Miguel didn’t stop attacking your cunt with his skilled tongue. “He went to the bathroom,” you lied. You nearly panted that out as Miguel licked a long stripe from your hole all the way up to your sensitive clit.
The hostess asked you if you needed water or anything. That was nice of her considering that usually waiters were the ones to get the guests their beverages and food. “I’m fine,” you said as you politely smiled at the hostess.
“Yea, so is your friend. Do you think I could get his number?” The hostess sat in Miguel's seat and put her chin on the back of her hand. Miguel thought that it was a great time to insert two of his precious fingers into you while he continued to lap at your clit. Everything was becoming too overwhelming. Miguel eating you out under the table and this girl obviously trying to steal your boyfriend. It’s no wonder that she didn’t notice what was going on under the table considering that you couldn’t sit still.
You were close. You could feel it and so could Miguel. “He’s my,” a moan slipped out as Miguel continued his assault on your sensitive pussy. You tried your best to cover it up with a cough, “He’s my boyfriend.”
The hostess’s face dropped. She displayed severe disappointment but she didn’t leave. “By the way, why were those people taking pictures of you and your boyfriend earlier?”
“I act and stuff,” you breathed out. All you wanted was for this seemingly nice girl to leave so that you could come in peace.
“Oh, I know you were in that one movie!” The hostess slammed her hands down on the table causing Miguel to hit his head in surprise. Luckily, the hostess didn’t hear it. “Do you think we could get a picture together?”
“Look,” you looked at the hostess’s name tag. Emma was her name. “Emma, I mean this in the nicest way possible, could you please leave?”
Her face dropped with disappointment yet again. You promised her you would take a picture with her on your way out. Now that she was gone, your thighs nearly squeezed Miguel’s head off as they closed on instinct. He spread them open again and kept them in place, causing him to hit a new angle.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” you said as you threaded your fingers through Miguel’s hair. Your breath hitched for a moment before your body fell into an earth-shattering orgasm.
Miguel’s hand made an appearance and began looking for a napkin. He eventually found one and began to clean you up. He put your underwear back on you and climbed out from under the table.
Your head fell back in the aftershocks of pleasure. He wiped his mouth, getting rid of the stains of your arousal. Just as you were about to thank him for his random act of kindness, the waiter came in.
“Hello, my name is Ben, I’ll be your waiter today, what can I get for the two of you?”
Miguel ordered first, “Yes, I’ll get water and the steak and eggs.”