Mistletoe’s Kiss

7.

Dear Maddy, What kind of food do you like to eat? Myself? Well, I’m partial to a good Italian. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll try anything, but nothing beats a good Pasta alla Norma. You wouldn’t think it from looking at me but I am a very good cook. Yes, I know, I can hear you scoffing, you’re thinking, “Probably makes good beans on toast.” But no Baby, it’s one of the ways I relax, nothing beats tasting the perfect pasta, especially when you’ve made it yourself.

When I was a little boy our housekeeper who was from a little place called Casalattico, not too far from Rome used to keep me in the kitchen with her when she cooked. I think it was to keep me out of my mother’s way, she hated to see or hear me most of the time. Anyway, Nonna Carmel used to let me watch her in the kitchen and loved having someone to pass her recipes on to.

I bet you’d like my cooking. Don’t like Italian? No problem, I could learn to make whatever you do like. Or we could go out to dinner…

Have you been to “Lecami” in Soho? That’s where I’d take you. It’s pretty trendy and usually packed at the weekends but I think I could get us a quiet table at the back. I can almost see it now… you’re in that shimmery purple dress I saw you wear for that Oxford reading recently. We walk into the restaurant hand in hand and everyone looks at you as we pass their tables. They can’t keep their eyes off you, Baby, you look so good in that dress, it’s not revealing, no matter how much I wish it was but it molds itself to every delicious curve of your body.

We’re taken to a booth in the back and when you slide in your dress rides up and I can see that you’ve been a naughty girl this evening and worn stockings. Fuck, that’s giving me all sorts of ideas, are there suspenders too? Hmm, I’ll have to check but you’re probably hungry so I’ll let you eat first. We both order pasta dishes and I have to sit with a painfully hard cock as I watch you suck the spaghetti from your fork and lick the pasta sauce from your lips. I knew you’d like the food here but hearing you moan in pleasure after every bite is torture.

“Maddy, if you keep licking those lips I’m going to give you something else to lick and I won’t even wait until we get home.”

You pause for a moment, debating and shrug, “Just as long as you let me finish my pasta first.”

I sit back and watch as you eat the last few bites and then groan with contentment. “That was so good…”

What is it about you that turns even eating at a restaurant into something so erotic? I don’t think I can wait to get you home.

“Are you ready for dessert? They do these amazing Limoncello Cannolis here. Have you ever had one?”

You shake your head, “They sound delicious but not sure I can fit anything else in though.”

“I’m sure you can manage…” I say, calling the waiter over so I can order some for both of us.

When the beautiful little deserts are placed on the table I ‘accidentally’ drop my fork. I’ve been thinking about the possibility of suspenders with those stocking all evening and I’m going to find out for myself. I crouch under the table, covered with a cloth, knowing that no one will able to see, I don’t want anyone disturbing us after all. You jump when you feel me grip your knees and push them wide apart.

“W-what are you doing?”

I slide my hands up the silky fabric of your stockings until I reach your bare thighs and my thumbs slip under the elastic of suspenders.

“Thank fuck Baby, you are such a tease, you know that?” I twang the elastic and you let out a cute little squeal as it snaps against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh.

“I’m going to have my dessert down here,” I say, gently pulling the scrap of fabric covering your pussy down your legs. Sliding the underwear off I hand them to you, “Better keep these safe, we wouldn’t want them to get all messy would we? And don’t think I didn’t notice that you had this little thong on over the suspenders…such a tease.”

Your cheeks are burning, “no need to be embarrassed Sweetheart, it gets me so fucking hard that you wore these for me tonight. Now be a doll and pass me one of those Cannolis.” Your eyes dart left and right but no one is taking any notice of us, I picked this booth for a reason, it’s secluded and the lights are dim. I watch as you delicately pick up one of the sweet desserts and pass it under the table.

“Now, put your hands flat on the table and try not to make any noise. Act as if your boyfriend just got up and went to the bathroom.”

Pushing your dress a little higher, until it’s around your hips I shuffle forward until my body’s pressed between your legs. Tensing up you try to close them, no no, that won’t do. I use my wide shoulders to keep them open, scooping out some of the sweet limoncello cream with one of my fingers and running it along your pussy, coating you in it. You let out a little whimper but manage to keep fairly quiet. “Good girl…”

“Did you know that the cannoli is historically a symbol of fertility? See how it’s shaped like a cock…they were originally made by nuns,” I chuckle. “God what wouldn’t I give to see in you in a nuns habit, licking cream off the end of a cannoli…”

Placing open-mouthed kisses on the crease between your thigh and pussy, I make my way towards dessert. “I guess I’ll just have to do the licking for now.” You squirm and try to move away so I nip your soft skin in warning. “Don’t move Maddy, do you want all these people to see what a slut you are for me?”

I swipe my tongue through the cream on your pussy and the tart taste of lemon combined with your sweetness hits my tongue. Groaning I get back to work, eating until you’re rocking into my face. “Do you need more?”

“Fuck yes” you pant.

I look at the pastry in my hand, I haven’t even taken a bite yet and then look at the feast in front of my face…okay then. “Remember I said that the nuns shaped the cannoli to look like cocks Maddy?”

“What? No! No!”

Your protests die a quick death as I gently push the tip of the cannoli inside you. “That’s it, Baby, relax.” I push it in a tiny bit further then begin to nibble and suck at the obscene amount of limoncello cream oozing from the pastry. I eat and lick until there’s nothing left and you’re trembling above me. What would the other diners think if they looked over and saw you all crimson-faced, hands clenching the tablecloth? Hopefully, no one will run over here thinking you’re choking and try to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre.

When you start to chant “fuck, fuck fuck…” I finally press my thumb down on your clit and shove my tongue into you as far as it’ll go. You detonate and I have to hold you down… “Shh, shh, no noise,” I tease, resting my head on your lap. When I’ve caught my breath I wipe my mouth, licking the last of you from my lips and crawl out from under the table.

Holding my fork aloft I shout, “Found it” triumphantly, causing some of the diners to look over. You look mortified and I only make it worse when I flag a waiter down, “Please can you give my compliments to the chef, I think that was the absolute best dessert I’ve ever had…”