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“I…” Her voice trailed off and she felt herself go red.
“You are so adorable—” said Tay.
Guilia felt like sayingno no, that’s my line. I’m the Daddy here.But they were continuing on.
“Your breasts go pink when you blush—look, Daddy!”
She looked down and her tits had indeed gone a fetching shade of pink. “Grazie,” she eventually said, slightly at a loss for words.
“You’re welcome,” said Tay, and grabbed her hand and ran through the living area and into the bedroom enthusiastically. Somehow they managed to shed clothes as they went, until they were sitting naked on Guilia’s bed.
Taking Tay’s wrists in her hands, Guilia pushed backward until she held them in place. “You want to taste me, conigliette? You want me to ride your tongue to orgasm?”
“Fuck. Yes. That. I want that!” Tay’s green eyes were wide, their pupils large and darkened with desire. “Please, Daddy,please.”
Guilia did not think she’d ever seen a more arresting sight than Tay laid out beneath her, desperate and pleading. She leaned down and kissed them, letting her mouth linger against their soft lips. They kissed her back, complaining when she pulled away.
“But I thought you wanted me to sit on your face.”
“Oh!” Tay looked thoughtful. “Yes, that please. And then we can kiss after.”
Lowering herself onto Tay’s mouth, facing the door so that she could reward Tay with touches to their cunt and clit, Guilia had a moment of uncertainty. What if she were too heavy, or if she accidentally smothered her conigliette? But Tay’s arms hooked around her legs and pulled her down so that her clit was right against their mouth, and then they were licking and sucking and even nibbling at Guilia’s clit and pussy. She’d never experienced someone so enthusiastic about face sitting before.
Tay’s mouth coaxed moans from Guilia until she began to grind down, taking her pleasure. It felt so fucking good, a feeling that was only heightened by the fact that Tay was clearly enjoying it as much as she was.
Their cunt glistened between their legs, and when Guilia ran a finger across their lips, it came back wet. They bucked up, their hips and clit following Guilia’s hand and she laughed and ground down more.
She didn’t have to chase her orgasm for long. Seeing Tay so worked up sent Guilia hurtling over the edge, gasping out her pleasure until she fell forward, and licked Tay’s cunt. They tasted salty and delicious, and she could have lost herself in their bouquet.
Tay was laughing, peals of joy waterfalling over into moans. “What are you?—”
Guilia raised her head momentarily. “You green, tesore?”
“Fuck yes,” said Tay, and so Guilia lowered her mouth back down to draw out more moans and groans.
“Come on, conigliette, come on my tongue, like I came on yours.”
Tay came with a curse, the word bitten short as their thighs shook and tightened around Guilia’s face. And then the two of them fell back against the bed, kissing each other and caressing until Guilia pulled Tay in tight against her, her little spoon, and they fell asleep.
The thought of that scene plagued Guilia the whole of the next day at work. Tay was very well-behaved for once, not answering back a single time or being cheeky. Instead there was an easy affection between them, little touches of their fingers, a hand in the small of her back, a kiss pressed against their cheek. They did excellent work, with delicious pasta rolled out from scratch, and a new ravioli special for the lunch menu.
The kitchen ran smoothly, and Guilia began to consider what Tay had said about their savory ice-cream flavors. Perhaps it wouldn’t be a complete disaster. Hannah had prepped all of her cakes for the afternoon and was just waiting on specific orders to plate up, and so Guilia made her way over to the dessert station.
“Hannah, I know that usually we do sweet ice creams, but do you think we could use savory ice creams in our dessert offerings?”
Hannah looked excited. “Oh definitely! That would be so cool. What kind of flavors are you thinking of? I have a rosemary cake that would pair really well with an olive-oil ice cream, or a goat-cheese ice cream would go beautifully with honey-butter roasted figs.”
As the other woman spoke, she got animated until Guilia started feeling self-conscious.
“I’m not sure, exactly, I’ve been considering trying some different flavors, and while our sweet ice-cream stock has been decimated, it might be a good opportunity to try and get people to be a bit adventurous and try something different.”
“It’s an excellent idea,” Hannah reassured her. “We should definitely try it out.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Guilia spotted Tay paying attention to their conversation, but when she quirked an eyebrow at them in question, all her Little did was grin at her cheekily and go back to rolling out their fresh pasta.
CHAPTER 21
Tay
