I put my hands on his shoulders and he gives no struggle as I guide him to sit. His eyes stay trained on mine and I straddle him in his chair. As I look into his eyes, slowly pulling my hair back from my shoulder and pull aside the strap of my nightgown. I watch his throat while he swallows then make my next demand.
"Show me."
He doesn't hesitate this time. There is no tremble to his hands as he guides the cool mixture across my skin and I can smell the sweet scent of it while he works. I watch his face while he makes movements that are more sure and confident, but I remain still.
When he completes his task his eyes return to mine and I lean towards him. "This one is yours."
He swallows again and maintains eye contact as he tilts his head towards his work. He relishes in the moment as his lips press against my shoulder to taste my skin, more than the sugar, I'm sure. His eyes drift shut and a soft groan escapes him. His tongue laves against my skin to capture any hint of missed frosting which is merely an excuse to taste more of me. I allow this.
He releases me by a hair's breadth and breathes deeply against my skin then pulls back slowly.
I move my hair again and release the opposite strap but still reveal nothing much further than mu collar bone. I can see the deep burning within his eyes as he watches mine. I sweep a hand across the top of my breast and he immediately obliges my silent request. He leans in again working at a much faster pace this time and with him in reach I too lean forward and lay wet kisses across his exposed neck. When he finishes he twists a hand in my hair while I finish by placing one kiss on his shoulder where he decorated mine. We both separate but his hand stays clenched in my hair. Our eyes connect and I release a short giggle as I realize that he thinks we are taking turns.
"I can't reach this one either Peeta." I whisper.
His breathing is harsh and he licks his lips. I can feel the sack of frosting weigh heavily in my lap as he releases it to grip my hip.
I can't help but tilt my head back as his lips meet the top of my breast. He's gentle but so very urgent. On hand becomes tighter on my scalp while the hand on my hip rises to firmly grip my other breast through my clothing and I let him. My hips begin to sway against him and he slowly meets my movements with his own. Soon a release something between a soft moan and a sigh and the hand at my breast tugs at my gown.
Once my chest is exposed he leans back to admire the view. I hold up the bag again and he takes it without meeting my eyes.
"I'm making frosting flowers on your breasts, real or not real?" I almost want to slap him but I can't bring myself to ruin the moment.
"Real." My breathing has changed and I sound pleading and desperate because I am.
He gives a curt nod then throws the frosting on the floor when he's done to press one hand firmly at my lower back. The other slightly pushes up the hem of my dress to squeeze my thigh while he sucks on my nipple hard to get off all the sweet sugary paste.
I moan loud and clear this time and tug on his beautiful blonde hair. I don't know when my hands got there or when my rocking against his crotch became so rough but I'm enjoying it too much to care.
I blush when I hear the wet pop of his mouth releasing me but I'm suddenly too distracted by his lips and tongue against my own to be embarrassed for long.
He still has one hand firmly at my back as he stands and uses the other to guide my legs about his waist but I'm way ahead of him. He stumbles up the stairs to our room leading and bumping into walls at random intervals. They seem to be around the time I bite his lower lip. Duly noted.
The air whooshes out of me as he lands on top of me with little ceremony. We're on the bed though so I won't complain. He's weaving small "I love you"s and "You're beautiful"s as his attempts to kiss all of me. My patience wears of and I grab his hair to place a solid kiss on his mouth to get him focused.
Meanwhile my feet are trying to push his pants of his hips. It works and he tries to kick them off when they reach his ankles. Unfortunately his prosthetic leg gets stuck but I couldn't care less and I'm sure in a few seconds he won't either. With my nightgown still tangles on my hips I attempt to lift myself enough to pull it off along with my panties.
His underwear made off with his pants, thank you feet, and I'm moving against him to let him know exactly what I'm planning next.
He pulls back and looks at my eyes. "We're about to make love. Real or not real?"
"Real." I stroke his face gently knowing that he needs reassurance more than I do at this moment.
He nods with a determined loo on his face and then kisses me. It's firm and filled with emotion. I grip his shoulders tightly and he begins lo lower himself slowly.
I clench my teeth and try to smile while he gives me a worried look. I couldn't fool snow and I'm definitely not fooling him. My breath is shallow and I sound a bit frantic but I still want this. I suck on his neck and he moans and jerks forward. I moan along with him. I look at him and take a deep breath. I move again and he gets the message.
By the end we're both covered in sweat but I'm boneless beneath him and despite how heavy he is upon me, he's exactly where I want him. I kiss his neck softly and he rolls over to let me breathe. I get close so he can wrap his arms around me. The heat from moments ago is lost to the chill of the night and I leave an arm across his chest to share the favor. I can feel his smile as he kisses the top of my head. It's too cute for me but I'm tired and he's wanted this way longer than I have. The least I can do is let him have this moment. I sigh with my head laid on his chest and soon I'm fast asleep.