Glaze
-What dessert do you need me to put the finishing touches on this time? Zed asked as Giani led him to the kitchen.
-The Torta della Nonna. Needs a different kind of... she trailed off, picking up a pastry bag filled with velvety cream and turning to face him with a wicked grin. ...layer of cream.
-Oh? And just what kind of... cream... did you have in mind? Zed asked.
She leaned back against the counter, her chef's coat parting just enough to reveal a flash of lace beneath.
-I find fresh cream always works best, she said.
-I see, Zed said with a lecherous smile, immediately undoing his pants to remove his member, starting to stroke to prime the pump.
Giani watched with hunger, tracking the movement of his hand.
-Mmm, look at that... so much enthusiasm for my culinary arts.
She reached out, her thumb grazing the tip of his pulsing head, catching a bead of pre-cum.
-Do you want me to glaze these pastries on my own, Zed asked Giani, or do you want to do the honors, he added as he held his member in his hand for her.
Giani reached down, wrapping her small, warm hand firmly around his base, squeezing just enough to hear him grunt.
-Oh, I wouldn't dream of letting anyone else handle such delicate ingredients.
Zed gave Giani a kiss on the ear before whispering to her.
-I'm not sure how many I can cover, these girls have been draining my balls for days.
-Such a busy little man, aren't you? Giani chuckled. Running around feeding all those hungry mouths...
She slid her hand up the shaft, her palm warming up as she stroked him rhythmically.
-Then maybe you should focus all that leftover energy on making sure my batch is thoroughly glazed, hm? Big, messy servings for my diners tonight.
Zed held on tight to Giani as his erection got to full strength while she kept stroking.
Giani’s eyes locked onto his as she increased the speed of her stroke, her thumb circling the sensitive rim of his glans.
-How long do you think you can hold out before you lose control and paint my beautiful kitchen with it?
-Well, Jazz is waiting out there, Zed reminded Giani with a groan. I'm not trying to hold back.
Giani laughed as her hand suddenly stopped around his pulsing cock.
-Jazz can wait. Her other hand came up to grip his jaw. My kitchen, my rules. You don't get to decide when you finish. She gave him a slow stroke. Now... beg for it, she grinned.
Zed smiled, happy to oblige.
-Please Chef Giani, he said with exaggerated emphasis, let me glaze your pastries with my cream.
Giani sped her hand back up triumphantly, her movements becoming frantic and demanding, matching the sudden spike in his intensity.
-That's better... such a good boy for his Chef, she said, leaning in. Do it. Right here. Glaze everything...
Zed let out a groan as he felt a rush of blood to his head and Giani aimed his throbbing member at the front row of pastries.
-Yes! Go on, tesoro! Giani breathed heavily.
Zed held on tight to her as she stroked him vigorously through his orgasm. She watched, mesmerized, as thick ropes of white shot across the golden crusts of the pastries, coating them in his warmth.
-AH! There it is! she laughed as she continued to stroke him through every last drop. Look at that mess... absolutely delicious. So, tell me, Zeddy...
-Yes darling?
Giani released his softening length, her fingers trailing through the sticky residue on his skin before bringing them to her mouth. She sucked them clean, maintaining eye contact with him.
-I'm going to put you on a diet to refine the taste, Giani declared, wiping her hand on her apron. Now don't keep Jazz waiting, she said firmly as she slapped his ass before he slid his pants back up.