Fatima woke up before Devin, and she whimpered in pain. The previous night had been incredible, but now she was beyond sore. She moved a hand down and rubbed herself, then crawled over to her boyfriend.
"Hey, sexy," he whispered, pulling her close.
"Hey yourself. You sore?" she replied, snuggling into him.
"Not too bad. Totally worth it, you?" he asked quietly.
"Pretty sore. Definitely worth it," she mumbled, kissing along his jaw.
"Poor baby. Want me to kiss it and make it better?" he asked teasingly. Fatima crawled closer and positioned herself over his face, using the headboard and her knees for support. He grinned and swirled his tongue around her clit, happy to tease her. Fatima whimpered, her thighs burning. Rountree gently swatted her ass and grinned.
"Okay, can we do this in a different position please?" Fatima whimpered, her thighs burning as she tried to keep herself upright. Rountree grabbed her hips and tossed her to the other end of the bed. She screamed as she hit the bed, but she wasn't injured. Rountree snickered and and pinned her down. "No restraints," she squeaked.
"Never, princess. I know," he whispered, kissing her stomach. "Just be still like a good girl," he added. Fatima got a grin on her face and sat up a little, her stomach muscles burning.
"I thought you wanted me to be a bad girl," she teased softly. Rountree's eyes lit up.
"Do you want a spanking?" he asked in a warning tone. Fatima stuck her tongue out and wiggled her hips at him. He used one hand to pin her wrists above her head, and his other to finger her gently. She wiggled against his cold hands. Rountree snickered, gently licking around her clit. She screamed as she hit her orgasm. Rountree laughed and kissed her stomach again, this time trailing all the way up to her chest. She perked her chest at him, silently inviting him. He happily accepted her invitation.