Him and Her
Katniss lay on the bed, her hair spread in a gothic halo and her lips parted and swollen. Pants came every second in husky breaths with occasional whimpers.
Peeta had her lanky, toned legs split apart and her undergarments removed. He caressed her torso with his tongue, beginning at her sternum and ceasing at the top of her pelvis. Peeta moved his head up and looked her in the eye, like a predator spying upon his prey, before relocating to her sheath. Slowly and teasingly, Peeta began to lick, his tongue- soft, yet coarse- lapped at her freely flowing juices that flooded his lips, causing her bud to vibrate. He licked again, except this time, his teeth nipped the bud, and Katniss had to stifle a cry. Once more, Peeta's skilled tongue sucked and drank at her essence, every so often penetrating her for a second, inchmeal increasing the intensity of her near-future climax. Suddenly, he withdrew; this caused his wife's eyes to flicker up at him, her yearning for him evident. His mischievous sapphire eyes met her silvered ones and he offered a playful smirk. His soft hands, the very ones that had been covered in flour just hours earlier, stretched wide, simultaneous with the smile. Peeta took one perfectly poised index finger and pushed it inside her at a deliberately slow speed. He pumped his slender finger in and out of her again and again, with the velvety texture of his finger's length and its contrast of his rough fingertip adding to the pleasure. Katniss' breaths increased in frequency; from experience, her husband was able to tell that she was close to her orgasm. Peeta smiled passionately and initiated a deep, warm kiss before returning his head to her sex and cupping her supple ass with his unoccupied hand. Whilst his finger continued to pump in and out, his hand squeezed her voluptuous butt and his tongue licked away once more. Peeta rode her with his finger until she was brought to a blissful climax, relieving her walls from the sweet but torturous tension. He savoured every last drop of her fluids and kissed her lips again, his own still covered with her sugary slick. She returned the kiss with her tongue lapping up her essence on his lips first; all while swiftly unbuckling his belt and removing his pants and trousers.
Katniss could see his engorged penis, more erect than she had seen in their thirteen years of marriage.
His eyes settled over hers and he craned his head down towards her ample cleavage, which had been showcased earlier that evening by the neckline of her low-cut summer dress and the added benefits of her lacy push-up bra, both of which lay untidily on the floor next to the bed. Peeta nuzzled into her chest, flaxen and wavy strands caressing her jugular. He moved almost like a liquid inside of her, a talent resulting from multitudes of practice over the years. His penis rode her harder and harder until he was on the verge of sky-rocketing his load into her. Katniss' eyes now took on a glazed sheen, her silver irises turning to the colour of mercury in the midst of her pleasuring. When Peeta saw this, he could not contain it any longer.
Katniss felt a warm sensation inside her, the feel of her Peeta's load invading her in a good way. Despite the tantalizing sensations caused by the heat of his hot breaths against her breasts, Katniss picked up Peeta's head and brought it up so that their lips met once again in a tender kiss. She was his and he was hers.