When We Were Young

Sixty-five:

Sixty-five:

There were outlandish gifts. He got her designer clothes, and shoes, and more jewelry than she knew what to do with. And, somehow, a new laptop that Alina had no idea how he'd managed to get for her when she'd been with him the entire time. Alina got him some workout gear, books on his favorite football players, and some cologne. She had never had a boyfriend before, and she didn't have much of a budget.

"I feel bad," Alina said, "you got me so many things, and I got you hardly anything."

Aleksander grinned at her. "You've given me plenty, Starkov. Besides which, I'll definitely take my gifts in the form of orgasms."

Alina laughed. "Well, I'm glad that you feel that way. Because I don't make enough tutoring to get you the kind of things that I want to get you."

"I've got one final present for you," said Aleksander.

"What's that?" Alina asked.

He took out another present that was hidden behind the tree. Alina opened it and laughed when she saw what was inside. "Sexy Santa?" Alina said.

"Sexy Santa," Aleksander said.

The outfit inside was a slinky, red holiday dress with white fur lining the edges. There was also a Santa hat.

"Race you to the room?" Aleksander said.

Alina laughed. "I'll race you to the bed."

She grabbed the outfit, and the two of them ran up the stairs. Alina reached there first, and she slipped into the Sexy Santa outfit that he'd gotten her. Aleksander was on the bed, and Alina struck a little pose in the outfit that she was wearing, complete with the hat. "SAINTS!" Aleksander exclaimed from the bed. "Oh, saints Alina, you look so fucking hot. Get over here so that I can rip that off of you."

Alina giggled, and then she crawled onto the bed. "Get on all fours, sweetheart. I've got an idea of what I want to do with you. That skirt is tempting me to do things," he told her. Alina got on all fours, and lifted her pert little bottom for him as if she instinctively knew what it was that he wanted to do for her. Aleksander stood up on his knees, and then he lifted the red little Santa skirt up over her bottom so that he had a perfect view of her round, little globes.

Aleksander growled. "Are you not wearing any underwear, Alina?"

"It didn't seem important," Alina said, "I figured you would rip them off anyway."

Aleksander chuckled. "You're right about that, sweetheart. Such a good girl, getting yourself all nice and ready for me. You knew what I wanted, didn't you?"

Alina shivered as he placed both of his hands on either side of her bottom. She felt his tongue in between her crevices. Alina made a mewling sound, and then she cried out as she felt Aleksander spank her with his hand. "Lovely little bottom," he whispered, "I think I've got to mark it all up though, with you dressed like a naughty little girl in that red outfit."

He spanked her again, and Alina cried out once more. "I think ten will be just fine. You've had two, and you're on your third. Count the rest out for me, sweetheart." He spanked her a third time, and Alina begin to count down.

Four. Five. Six. Alina was wincing from the pain, but there was something thrilling about it. Seven. Eight. Alina winced again. "Aleks."

Aleksander kissed her bottom and rubbed it gently with his hands for a moment. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Keep counting for me." Aleksander spanked her again. Nine. And again. Ten. He kissed her bottom a second time. "Good girl. Your little bottom looks so pretty with my hands marking you red, Alina. I like seeing you marked by me."

"I'm going to take your bottom, sweetheart. But let me get you good and ready." Aleksander reached forward, and he put his fingers in her pussy, and he rubbed her until she was wet with desire. Aleksander grinned, as Alina whined from his touch. "Does that feel good, baby girl?"

Alina whimpered, and Aleksander licked the wetness from her pussy that was dripping on his fingers. "Oh yes. You are plenty wet, sweetheart," he said, "so needy for me. I am going to put my cock in your bottom now."

He lined his cock up with her entrance, and then he placed his hands on either side of her waist and he thrust into her. His skin slapped against hers, he grunted with each thrust, and Alina gripped the covers of their bed and cried out as he took her from behind. He came inside of her, his cock hardening as he spilled cum inside her bottom. He cried out her name, and then he collapsed on the bed, pulling her on top of him.

Alina was panting, blushing, Aleksander found it amazing that he had taken her so many times, and she still blushed. He loved that about her. "You still look so innocent whenever I take you," he said, "and I have taken you so many times."

Alina laughed. "You make me feel..."

"Like what?"

"Innocent," she said, "even with all of the dirty things that we do together, I still feel so inexperienced because you're the only person that I've been with. Most girls my age have already been with more people, and you were my first for a lot of things. All of the important things, anyway. I'm glad that you were."

"I'm your only, sweetheart. Don't forget that. You're never going to be with anyone else. You've got me forever. I promise."

Alina rolled over and kissed him first on the lips, and then on his chest, and then on his tattoo. "You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say that. You've got absolutely no idea. I want that for us."

"You're going to get it."