Something a Little Different

What had started as a slow and lazy Tuesday night on the couch with a movie on the screen and me and Alina cuddling, had gradually turned into Alina giving me a quite delicious blowjob with the mediocre movie of the night left forgotten in the background. Which had turned rougher, as it often did, first with me grabbing her by the head and showing her what I wanted and how, before she ended up on the floor, pinned down on the sofa, with me standing over her and roughly enjoying myself, sliding my cock down her throat and telling her she was a good girl for deep-throating me instead of breathing properly.

I had one knee up in the sofa, half standing and half straddling her, facefucking her while pinning her to the sofa cushions. I could feel her fingers delicately play over my balls, as I kept thrusting into her mouth, except this time, unlike so many others, her fingers slid a little further back. And then her fingertips were somewhere I wasn't quite expecting them. And I could feel a fingertip trying to cheekily press itself into me. I involuntarily clenched my cheeks together, and a little too firmly took her wrists and brought her hands to my hips instead. She had absolutely no protest, and grabbed me and pulled me eagerly in and out of the mouth.

Afterwards, as I had fallen over against the stack of pillows in the sofa, pleased and happy and satisfied, I was almost absentmindedly teasing fingers through her hair and just enjoying the warm afterglow of the orgasm. In the hazy and pleasant state of mind I was in, it was definitely a good time to bring up something that was on my mind.

"Sweetie?"

"Mhmmm...?" came the reply from my lap.

"That thing you tried to do to me...?" I began.

"Sorry! I promise I wont do that again!"

I could feel the nervous tension in her.

We were open-minded and happy together, and gladly tried a thing or nineteen, and often sprung little surprises on one another. Sometimes the little surprises ended up not being quite what the other had in mind and enjoyed, sometimes it just wasn't the right thing at the right time. We were however mostly well-adjusted adults who managed to talk things out.

This time, she was a little more skittish than usual though. Almost as if I had caught her doing something bad.

"No, sweetie. If you want to, just give me a little more warning in advance next time. Okay?"

I could instantly feel the reaction of relief in her. Tension going out of her. She twisted her head a little in my lap, looking up at me.

"You really mean that?"

"Yes. I do. If you want to try it, I'm game for it. But just give me a little bit of a heads up next time, yeah?"

A smile spread across her face, with a slight naughty undertone to it.

"I'd like that."

Later that night, I made sure to return the favour for the treatment she'd given me during the movie. And then I promptly forgot about our conversation, and for the next few days nothing happened.

Saturday was a day where we had absolutely no plans. Alina had been working a late shift Friday, and by all signs of it was planning to sleep in. After getting out of bed and getting the two cups of coffee my brain needed to get started, I grabbed my gymwear, popped my head into the bedroom, gave her a little kiss between the shoulders, and told her I'd go do a work-out. I only got some muffled sounds as a response.

Gym was a quick 20 minute walk away. I spent an hour doing a pretty standard session, just enjoying it, and then settled for swapping shoes and starting on the walk home. The shower at home was after all so much more comfortable than the communal ones at the gym. I dropped in at the corner kiosk to grab a quick banana and a Powerade, just because I felt I deserved it.

I got home to find Alina on the sofa in a bathrobe with a cuppa in her hand.

"Mmm... Fresh sweaty man? For me?" she smirked.

"All for you, if you want to join me in the shower." I shot back with a cocky smile, suddenly extra glad that I'd downed that Powerade on my way home.

"Nothing I'd rather want" she beamed at me, getting up from her seat, and casually letting the robe drop off her shoulders. She was wearing nothing underneath, and had probably been waiting for me to get home.

I let the cloth bag with my sneakers in them drop to the floor as she melted into me with a kiss.

The shirt I had been wearing was soon on the floor, along with my shorts and my underwear, and we tumbled into the bathroom stuck to one another by the lips, hands already all over one another.

Soon we were under the hot running water, with hands all over one another, enjoying to soap one another up.

But Alina had apparently been planning a lot more than to join me in the shower. For a second, she pulled away from me, looking at me, smiling with mischief clearly showing on her face.

"Remember what we talked about the other day?"

My mind raced over what she could mean, but I was too slow to even get around to the events of Tuesday, before she took me by the shoulders, turned me to face the shower wall, and pushed me up against it.

"Well, consider this your forewarning, mister!"

And then her soapy hands were grabbing my bottocks.

And I was very thoroughly soaped up, with her nimble little hands first squeezing and kneading me, before they were sliding down in between them, running down me every little inch from my lower back, until her fingerstips grazed my balls, and then back up again.

"We're going to want you nice and clean, aren't we?" she murmured into my ear, pressing herself against my back, one of her soapy slippery hands running up and down. I also quite enjoyed the feeling of her breasts rubbing against my back, but that really was not what was the focus of my attention, as much as her fingertips that kept just grazing over my hole.

It was something I had never really tried, or given much thought at all. But now I was kind of yearning to feel it. It was... something different. For sure. And Alina for sure was very interested in it, because normally she enjoyed being the submissive one out of us.

And it was clear that she could sense it in me as well. Because she playfully nibbled at one of my earlobes, before whispering softly "Is there something you would like? Hmmm?"

Two of her fingertips were rubbing quite deliciously over either side of my asshole, practically poised to strike. Her other arm was wrapped around me, squeezing and tugging at my cock.

"Yes! There is something I want you tease!" I felt a little bit of something flare up in me, wanting to slip into my dominant role. But Alina was not having that today.

Instead she pressed herself firmly against my back, and pinned me to the wall.

"I want you to say it!"

"Please, do feel free to play with my ass."

"Good boy!"

And then a slippery fingertip pressed its way into me.

"But not right here. And not like this. I have something more planned for you. Consider this just the foreplay."

And with that, she turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, and grabbed a towel.

I turned around, feeling almost a little sullen for things ending then and there. But she had a plan, and her plans were usually very worth not spoiling, so I followed her exampled and quickly dried myself down, before following the lead into the bedroom.

She had been busy while I was at the gym. The bed had been cleared of blankets, and just the pillows remained. And more importantly, there were a couple of leather wrist cuffs hanging off chains on the headboard. Normally, those were for her to be stuck in while I was the one in charge, but today things were different. Today it was me being pushed down on my back in the middle of the bed, and it was me getting straddled, and having my wrists cuffed to the headboard. I had no objections, and no complaints.

For a little while, Alina just straddled me and made out with me. Her hands grabbing the sides of my head hungrily, her tongue teasing out and meeting mine. Then she started kissing her way down the side of my neck. Her mouth found it's way to my chest, and kept making its way down my body. I was laid out with my arms outstretched and cuffed to the sides of the headboard, with my cock already rock hard and pointing skywards. And it did not take long before her mouth found its way to it.

God how I loved what her mouth could do. Almost by routine, a hand wrapped itself around my shaft and started softly stroking me, while her lips engulfed my head. Her tongue twirling, practically making out with the head of my cock. The first of many happy, satisfied moans escaped me as her sweet sweet mouth covered me, took me deeper.

But she was on a mission this time. Had a plan. And she grabbed for the one pillow not currently under my head, and simply told me "Up!" as she started to bring it in under lower back.

A little awkwardly, I lifted my hips, and let her slide the pillow in under my lower back, propping me up.

She paused of a second to look me over, and apparently found everything to be to her liking. Then she made herself comfortable, sliding her body in between my spread legs, like she'd done so many times before.

But this time, things were a little different. I felt her slender hands slide up the insides of my thighs, and then spread me wide open.

I felt terribly exposed for a second, the way I laid propped up and with my legs spread. But it all melted away from my mind, the second her tongue started to lovingly licking my balls. And I couldn't help but moan deeply and happily as she started to tease me in that perfect way of hers.

God I loved the way she used her tongue, those soft lapping movements that were just sheer pleasure, dragging a wide tongue over me, and giving them little kisses, while she slowly stroked my cock. Then her tongue started going a little lower, and I was in heaven, as she started licking that sensitive soft spot at the base of my balls. My eyes were unconsciously sliding half-closed with pleasure, and I couldn't help but squirm a little against her as I moaned. Fuck I loved how she would treat me like this.

And then her hands were on the inside of my thighs again, and she held me open in a way I hadn't been held open before. And her tongue went somewhere I had never felt one go before.

How the fuck do you even begin to describe the feeling of someone's tongue being dragged wetly and pleasantly over your asshole? I have no words, and there is not enough poetry written on the subject. What I can say for sure, is that the very second Alina's tongue played over my ass, I instantly regretted having missed out on this experience up to that point in my life. If I could have turned back time, I would have been a whole lot more willing to experiment if I had only known.

And she instantly knew, partially from how I couldn't help but moan, and partially from how my body instantly melted into the pleasure. There was a coy little giggle, and I could feel her tongue tease over me with enthusiasm. I was moaning and I was definitely squirming for her, and I was glad I was cuffed to the bedframe, because my instinct was to greedily grab the back of her head and insist she never stop.

She did stop, but only for a little second.

"So, I take it you like that?" she giggled.

"Fuck. Yes. Please. Don't stop!"

"I wasn't planning on stopping."

I could hear the smile on her face. Then I could feel her hands grabbing me, thumbs digging into my bottocks, as I was spread wider, and she buried her face in me. And once again I was moaning, as her tongue played over my ass again.

Her tongue tip this time, teasing round and round, tight little circles, up to the right, up to the left, I could feel her hit every little crease of my hole, and I loved it.

"Fffffuuuucccckkkkk babygirl, is this what... I have been doing to you all this time!"

It was a struggle to even get the words out, because my body had decided that all it wanted to do was to moan and draw heavy breaths.

"Mhm!" came the response from deep in between my legs somewhere. "And let's not forget this!"

And then I felt her tongue-tip press into me. And I had never felt someone tongue-tease the inside of my asshole before. But holy fucking shit I had missed out.

I lost track of time. I do not know how long I spent there, on my back, with my ass propped up on a pillow, and Alina thoroughly rimming me. It could have been seconds, it could have been several minutes. I just don't know. But eventually her mouth dislodged itself from me, and I had a little moment to breathe, and to think clearly.

Alina was sitting in between my legs, playfully stroking my cock. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining. That special way of a good girl who knows she's pleasuring someone immensely. God it was a gift to have someone who got all giddy and fuzzy inside from being someone's pleasure like that.

"I take it you like that, hmm?" she asked, eyes glinting.

"I do. I really, really do!"

"Good. But you should know that I'm just getting started! So you better last, mister!"

She grinned, and leaned down to playfully suck a little at my cock, that was pointing skywards rock hard and ready. Meanwhile, her hands were back in between my thighs again, but this time, it was two fingertips that were where had tongue had been, rubbing and teasing. But not quite pressing into me.

And I felt myself unable to stop myself from squirming, from trying to push myself against her. Wanting more of what she'd been giving me. More of what she had teased in the shower.

"Oh my! Somebody is eager!" she giggled. "But we better prepare a little, yeah?"

She reached over to the nightstand, and rummaged around, and found the bottle of lube.

I could do nothing but watch. She was on her knees, with her cute ass sticking up in the air, leaning on her elbows, while she squeezed a good dollop of lube out of the bottle and onto her fingertips.

"I gotta admit, I have kind of been curious about the sight of this..."

Her voice was laced with sheer horniness, and I realized she might have given this more thought than I had. Might even very likely have fantasized about this as well. But if this was one of her fantasies, I was not going to object. I was as expectant and as eager to know as she was, to be honest. I watched the thick coating of astroglide glisten on her fingertips, and honestly was curious as she was.

She giggled, kissed the inside of my thigh. And then I felt the cold feeling of the lube, as her two fingertips touched my asshole. And then started pressing. And then started sliding into me.

It was... an odd sensation. It was a lot of different sensations all at once. The cold wet feeling of the lube. And the real odd sensation of something... slimy, really, in lack of a better word, inside of my ass. It was a feeling vaguely associated with physical wrongness. But at the same time, I felt her fingers slide into my ass, and there was no feeling of wrongness from that. That was very definitely pleasant. In a different way than her tongue had been.

And then she pushed deeper, and I could feel her slender and delicious little fingers go deeper into me. The feeling of the knuckles stretching my sphincter ever so slighty honestly felt real real good.

"Mmmmm... Fuuuck... look at that!"

Alina started working her fingers in, and out, and in again. And every time, she pushed a little deeper.

I was half lost inside my own head, trying to decide if I liked it all or not, and was probably busy overthinking it all, when I felt her fingers hit something inside of me. And I realized she was probably knuckles deep in me.

And then she hit some spot. And that elicited a moan I had no control over.

Her hand was around the shaft of my cock, squeezing and stroking me, while two of her fingertips were inside of me. And they hit something. It was something that sent little jolts of pleasure running through me, and it was something that made my cock twitch and well in her hand. It was something that made me moan a little, as Alina's fingertips kept rubbing and massaging it.

I forced my eyes open for a moment, to see Alina sitting in between my legs, looking down entirely transfixed, as I felt her fingers move inside of me. My cock was aching. I kept moaning. I could not have stopped myself, even if I wanted to.

Prostate. Her fingers were rubbing my prostate. I totally knew that word.

It was not as if my brain was struggling at all with the sheer pleasure of it.

And then Alina stopped. And ever worse, pulled her fingers out. And I felt a little empty, with a little aching warm feeling from my ring.

"Getting a little eager there, big boy. Maybe you need a little bit of a rest?" she asked, as I somehow managed to raise my head up from the pillows.

I was about to object. But she had a plan, clearly. She was already reaching over me, and once again rummaging around in the fun drawer of the nightstand where all the toys and stuff lived.

"Maybe it is time for you to get a little bit of a breather? While I get to do a little bit of something for me? Think of it as a little intermission, before the finale."

Her voice was positively husky with lust. She was so fucking turned on, from having been playing with me and having made me squirm and moan with her fingers buried in me.

She found what she was looking for. One of the vibrators. Medium sized one. The rational part of my brain wondered why she would go for that, because it was not one of her favourites by far. Smooth, medium sized, the very basic thing really. Alina tended to like things a little more exotic. This was one that had rather been one I had used on her, letting her feel me inside of her, same time as I would be using a toy on her a-... Ah.... Ahah. I started to have a sneaking suspicion of what the finale could involve. And a little bit of excitement shot through me at the thought.

But to begin with, it ended up being nothing of what I had expected.

She was leaning back, one of her legs draped over mine, spread wide, letting me have a full view as she played. I had no complaints, whatsoever, watching her run the toy over herself, watching her let it dip inside her pussy, which was utterly soaking. I absolutely loved being given a show of her pleasuring herself, any time, anywhere.

And she was definitely enjoying herself, despite the toy not being her favourite. It still was hungrily swallowed up by her pussy. It still darted in and out of her, getting glistening wet from her. I couldn't help but lick my lips a little watching, feeling my neck strain to see. I shifted a little to sit up some more, to get a better view. Hearing Alina breathe more heavily as the toy kept slipping in and out of her.

But she was still not done with her master plan. Clearly. Because I had no sooner started getting into the intermission show I was being given, before she decided it was over.

"Are you ready for the grand finale, babe?"

She didn't bother to wait for my answer, before she was moving. This was her show, and she was running things. I had no say in what went on.

She was on top of me, she was turning around, she had one leg on either side of me, and then my cock was suddenly inside of her. And fucking goddamn fuck fuck fuck it was good to feel her sink down on me, entirely soaked from the naughty foreplay that had been going on.

I normally would have been enjoying the sight of her ass, as she rode me. I might have been playing with it, or had my hands in her hair. But this time, I was left with my hips oddly arched up from the pillow under me, while she ground herself up and down on my cock, my legs spread far wider than I was used to, giving me next to no leverage. This was all her, in full control. And my hands were going nowhere.

And then I felt the tip of the buzzing toy still in her hands. First brushing back and forth over my balls, pleasantly. Then sliding lower, stopping for a brief moment pressed against the root of my cock, right at my taint. And then it slid lower again, and finally I could feel the tip of it nuzzle itself against the opening of my ass. I was still slippery with the lube left from her fingers earlier. The toy was very, very wet from her just having used it. And I could feel the smooth vibrator start to slide into me with easy.