Chapter 4

Simon

Miranda stares up at me, and she's the prettiest picture I've ever seen. Her lips are red and swollen, slicked with saliva and my spend. Her eyes are wide, the blue in her irises even brighter than ever. They're still imbued with that curious innocence even though she's fresh off of giving her very first blowjob.

She was incredible. The way she took directions so well filled my veins with a streak of power and ownership. Her response to my praise was beautiful. It seemed like she was getting off on receiving it as much as I was getting off on giving it.

Now it's time for me to reverse our roles. Not only does she deserve to be rewarded for her performance, I want to give her the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life. I want to ruin her for every other man. I want her to come back for more after this. There's no way I can allow this to be a one-time thing. All it took was one taste of her perfect mouth, and I'm addicted for life.

"Come here," I growl, pulling her up so I can kiss her.

She squeaks in surprise as our mouths meet, and her hands shoot out so she can brace herself against my shoulders. I feel her smile against my lips.

It drives me even more insane. I'm still boneless, riding the high of my orgasm, but I'm overwhelmed with the need to make her feel the same.

Without breaking the kiss, I stand up and reach behind her to untie her apron. When it falls to the floor, I reach for the button of her blue jeans. She makes a noise of surprise as I pop them open, and I can barely hear her zipper being pulled down over the sound of our sloppy kiss. I shove her clothes to the ground, and, as if she senses what I'm about to do, she kicks them to the side.

My hands find her waist, and I walk her backwards to my desk. When her ass hits the edge, I lift her up and perch her there. Then, despite the fact that I could kiss her forever, I pull away from her mouth and fall to my knees between her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Miranda asks breathlessly, not bothering to hide her surprise.

"Rewarding you," I reply, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee. "You did such a good job, and I want to show you my appreciation."

She nods, apparently unable to form complete sentences. It's adorable. I wonder if she'll be the kind of girl that experiences her pleasure silently, or if she'll whimper and moan and babble incoherently. There's only one way to find out.

As much as I want to go straight for her glistening center, I also want to set the standard for every other encounter she'll have. Sure, I'm determined to make sure they're all with me, but that doesn't mean I want her expectations to be low. This moment should come back to her in her dreams, when she's alone in the shower, when she's in public letting her mind wander. So I work my way toward her pussy, leaving a searing kiss every few inches on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Miranda's body quivers, reminding me of an arrow about to be shot off. Her breaths come out loud and labored over the low hum of the dishwasher. I stop short of her opening and lick a teasing stripe against her leg. She shifts forward, clearly asking for more, but I won't give it to her until she begs. I need to hear her voice.

I press another kiss to the same spot. Then, I nip at it playfully, earning myself a gasp. It still isn't enough, though. In an attempt to get her talking, I attach my mouth to the spot and suck at it hard. When she finally starts stuttering, I'm sure I've left a mark – something she can look at later to remember our time together.

"Please," she manages, her fingernails scratching against the wood of the desk. "I want it, please, Simon."

She doesn't even know what she's asking for, and it drives me crazy. If I hadn't cum a few minutes earlier, I'd probably start getting hard again. Hell, if I were a few years younger, I'd already be ready for another round. Miranda is like nothing I've ever experienced, so innocent yet so sexy. I can't believe she's going to let me do this.

Not wanting to make her wait any longer, I run my tongue along her folds. She yelps in surprise, and her thighs tighten around my head. It's not enough to hold me in place, like she's worried she's not allowed to do that. My mouth is too preoccupied to tell her I don't mind, that I like how out of control she seems.

Her juices are sweet, just like she is. I can't get enough of her, licking and sucking at her perfect parts. She makes breathy, needy sounds – not too loud, but not silent, either. I can tell she's holding herself back, and if we were the only ones in the building, I'd try to make her scream.

Finally, when she's least expecting it, I swirl my tongue around her clit. She moans so loud that she slaps a hand over her mouth to silence herself. I can't help but smirk against her. If I could get her completely alone, I bet I could draw a symphony of sounds out of her.

I focus my efforts on the little bundle of nerves, enjoying the way her body twitches involuntarily. She's so sensitive, and it's all because this is the first time anyone's ever done this to her. I wonder if she's ever had an orgasm before or if I'm going to have the honor of giving her her very first.

That thought eggs me on, makes me want to give her even more. I take my left hand and run it up her inner thigh, my touch feather-light. I feel her muscles jumping beneath my fingertips, the additional stimulation threatening to overwhelm her. I'm sure that my next move will elicit an even greater response.

When I reach her slit, I slowly work one digit inside her. Miranda's thighs clamp around my head hard as her hips buck against the intrusion. Her hand stifles the high-pitched noise that she makes, and I ache to hear it in its full glory. And with the way things are going, with how much she seems to be enjoying this, I think I might get that opportunity. Hopefully, it'll be sooner rather than later.

I give her a few more pumps as I continue to lick and suck at her clit before pressing another finger into her warmth. Her pussy flutters around me, and without her saying anything, I can tell she's close. Her body is speaking to me in a language that seems to have been made for just the two of us.

"Simon," she gasps urgently, taking her hand away from her mouth. Her voice is thin and broken, and I can barely hear it through the earmuffs that are her thighs. "Simon, I think–"

Her sentence is cut off by another gasp when I hook my fingers inside her. I wonder if I've hit her G-spot. From the way she sounds, I think that might be the case. I aim for it again, and she whines. The hand that isn't keeping her anchored to the desk tangles in my hair, and she grinds forward, practically riding my face.

"I think I'm close," she whimpers, her fingers twitching. "Oh my God, Simon, I think I'm close. I think I'm gonna cum. I think I'm gonna –"

Miranda's entire body seizes up, and her legs get even tighter around my head. I keep going, fingering her and sucking at her clit to draw out her orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy pulses around my digits as her climax wracks through her. She pulls at my hair so hard it hurts, but I can't bring myself to care. It's confirmation that I'm rocking her world like no one else has before.

Eventually, I pull away, not wanting to overstimulate her. While I think taking her far past the point of orgasm would be fun, I don't want to overwhelm her. This is her first sexual experience after all. We'll work up to that.

"How was it?" I ask, stroking her outer thighs as I rise to my feet.

"That was incredible," she says, out of breath, her forehead a little sweaty.

"Good," I reply, giving her a filthy kiss. When I pull away, I button my pants and fasten my belt. I grab her clothes from the floor and hand them over to her. "You should probably get dressed."

"Right," Miranda says as she climbs off the desk, landing on shaky feet. I grab her elbow to help steady her. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," I tell her, letting go to pick up her apron. I pass it off to her after she's redressed.

"What was that for?" she asks, not looking at me as she ties the garment around her waist again. "I'm not complaining, but I don't think I needed to practice having an orgasm."

"That wasn't something you need to practice," I admit as I reach out to tuck a lock of her black hair that came loose from her ponytail behind her ear. "But I think you should know what to expect from anyone you're intimate with. If you give someone an orgasm that good, they should return the favor."

"Oh," she murmurs, meeting my eyes. She's blushing violently, and I'm struck with the desire to kiss her once more. I refrain, though. I think the moment has passed. "So, I'm good at it?"

"Good at it?" I laugh, a youthful lightness flooding my body. "Miranda, it's like you're an expert."

"I think you're just saying that," she says, a huge grin on her face. "I'm sure I'll need more practice if I want to call myself an expert."

"Well," I reply, realizing she's flirting with me again, "I'm always open to helping you practice. Just tell me when."

"I will," she says with a curt nod. Then she bounces on her toes – something I've noticed she does when she's nervous – before saying, "I should probably head home. I told my roommate I'd hit a drive through for her."

"I'll walk you to your car, then," I say, opening the door to let her walk out.

We make our way to the parking lot without exchanging any words. The silence is comfortable, though. Miranda is radiating a certain kind of excitement that comes with having your first sexual encounter, and I'm satiated, tired from the orgasm she gave me just moments ago.

"You did good tonight," I tell her, hoping she understands that I'm talking about more than just her work performance.

The blush on her cheeks, barely visible in the low light when she says, "Thanks," lets me know she understands the underlying meaning of my words.

Then, before she climbs into her car, I press a soft kiss to her lips and say, "Get home safe."

She gives me a nod and a shy smile as she gets in her vehicle. I take a step back as she starts the engine, but I don't walk away. When she drives off, I stand in the parking lot, watching her car disappear from view.

Even after she's gone, I stand alone in the inky nighttime, reflecting on what just happened. I'm fairly certain I've taken things too far. I shouldn't have taken her up on her offer and rejected the blowjob. Regardless of if she returns my feelings for her – which I'm sensing she might – relationships with employees get messy. If anything happens between us, it could turn into a nightmare.

With a sigh, I finally turn around and head back inside the restaurant to finish the end-of-day paperwork and wait for the dishwasher to clean the last dish. Despite all of my experience telling me it's a bad idea, I know I'm not going to end things with Miranda. I'm falling for her hard, and I won't willingly let her go. Whatever it takes, I'm going to make sure she stays mine.