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I wanted to learn, I needed to learn, I wanted to return those gestures to Peeta, to learn to give him the same pleasure that he had just given me. And the only one who could help me with this was Peeta himself; I would not discuss these matters with anyone else.

"I need to lower my pants…is that okay?" I nodded even though I wasn't sure.

"Do it."

He kissed me sweetly as the cloth that was in between us began to disappear, leaving it only up to his knees: well, this was it; Peeta Mellark was naked on my sofa, just for me. The old and insecure Katniss would have run away to avoid seeing his perfect body without anything covering it, but now the new one wished to see him and touch him, wished to not feel shame when I saw his perfect nudity.

I followed his intense kiss and then prepared to confront myself with reality. I lowered my gaze and there it was, the culprit of my discomfort a few days ago, and if I had to use a word to describe it, I would undoubtedly call it "big." I was sure that something like that couldn't possibly fit inside a woman. I gasped at the thought of this enormous piece of meat entering me, but even though I was afraid of it, I didn't dislike it; I wanted it.

"Touch it," Peeta asked me in a very hoarse voice. I trailed all of his length with my fingertips, gently, until I touched a tiny, shiny drop at the very peak of him, and that simple gesture made my boy with the bread moan with intensity, making me smile. I gave him a soft kiss on the lips as I went back to running my fingers over him, and then I wrapped my hand around him and squeezed him a bit.

"It's so hard," I gasped in surprise.

Peeta kissed me sweetly as his panting became heavier. He nibbled on my lips while he placed his hand over mine and lowered it over him, only to raise it back up in the same rhythm. I followed his movements and then stopped kissing him so I could watch how he did it. The skin that covered his penis glided up and down along with our hands. Soon, Peeta let go so I could do it on my own, and I continued moving my hand up and down, increasing the speed little by little, making him moan more intensely as well. I adored those sounds, I could spend my whole life listening to his gasps become more accelerated thanks to the movement of my hand that was now stroking his manhood frantically. His face was also unrecognizable, his mouth half open as gasps and moans escaped from it, his eyes closed, his eyebrows arched with an expression of pleasure, all of this was signaling me that I was doing it right. I liked that, and it excited me again, I noticed how the palpitations came back to my sex. I kissed him passionately again, even though I noticed that this time it was harder for him to return the gesture and play with my tongue, but I didn't care because I knew perfectly well why that was.

When Peeta began moaning loudly and hoarsely and his breathing became uneven, I moved my hand more rapidly, even though my arm was tired. A few seconds later, Peeta tensed and held his breath; I assumed that he was having an orgasm, as I had done before. Shorty after that, the tip of this penis began to release a viscous milky-colored liquid that stained my hand, his abdomen as well as mine, and his pants. Even though it frightened me, I didn't stop stroking him until he opened his eyes and gave me a goofy smile.

"Did you like it?" I asked him, unsure. What if he hadn't liked it? He laughed and kissed me as he stroked my hair.

"You were great." I smiled shyly.

"But there's one problem…" I was suddenly scared. "You've seen me naked, and I haven't seen you," I laughed, embarrassed as I remembered his complete nudity, and even though I still had his member in my hand, I had forgotten about it.

"And what do you propose? That I take my clothes off?" He nodded, causing a deep blush to invade my cheeks.

"I'm not going to take my clothes off," I could see the disappointment in his eyes as I kissed him sweetly and stroked his cheek, and although I knew that my cheeks had turned red again, I finished my sentence, "because you're going to do it." I tried to follow the advice from the book, I had used courage, and I had proposed it to him…and now all I needed was to stop this absurd blush from appearing every time Peeta was near.

Peeta stared at me with his mouth agape; had I scared him off? Luckily, he then smiled and kissed me again, hard, I didn't recognize this rough side of him, but now that I was discovering it in his kisses, I decided that I liked it and that it excited me. I gasped against his lips and started moving my hand again, which was still around his penis, which in turn had shrunk and become flaccid. He panted too, and grabbing me by the hips, he flipped us over so that I was lying on the sofa.

"I stained you," he looked at my hand and stomach and then kissed my hand. I think I nodded stupidly. "I'm going to go get something…so you can wipe it off…"

"No, no, no…" I pulled him towards me and kissed him. "Don't leave…don't leave me here like this." He smiled, stroking my cheek gently. But he pulled away and left the room as naked as when his malevolent mother had brought him into the world.

I cursed him as I watched at him, still panting, with that strange fluid on my skin. I wasn't able to think much further before Peeta's lips landed on mine and my mind went blank. I moaned as I noticed how he passed his hand over my belly, even though there was a paper towel in between our skin. He then wiped my hand and kissed me.

"Where were we?" Another sweet kiss from his lips, "Oh, I remember now…you had to, no, I HAD to undress you," I laughed, biting my lip.

"Do you know how crazy that gesture makes me?" He kissed me again, fiercely, stroking my lips with his tongue before setting out to find mine as I parted my mouth open.

I smiled; he didn't know what his smile and his kisses did to me, those kisses made my intimacy pound along with my heart, and it became faster and faster every time. He placed his hand on my hips and pulled my pants down slowly, revealing my white panties, then my thighs, until at last they disappeared from my legs. Peeta's pupils dilated again as he ran his eyes over me, making me feel intimidated.

His hands went back to my hips, and they escalated up to my sides tenderly, monitored by Peeta's gaze and mine. I had only seen him this focused when he painted, when he drew out thousands of colors over a blank canvas, mixing them in perfect harmony and creating one of his wonderful paintings. Now, as I looked at him, I realized that this was what he was doing, he was painting me, and he was using me as a canvas to paint millions of caresses on my half-naked body. I shifted over so that he could also touch my back, sitting up in front of him. One of my legs was hanging over the edge of the couch, and the other was resting comfortably over this one. He took advantage of my position so that he could kneel in between them and then kissed me again, this time struggling with the hook of my bra with one hand. He stopped kissing me after a few seconds so that he could concentrate on his struggle.

"Damn it…how do you unhook this…" I laughed as I bit his lip and then helped him undo it with a rapid movement.

"It's not that difficult…" He frowned at me, which made me laugh even more as I kissed him on the cheek. "Continue…"

He nodded as his hands stopped at my forearms, which he tickled with his fingers, and then continued to stroke my arms up until he reached my shoulders, which he massaged smoothly. He wrapped his fingers around the straps and slid them down slowly from the garment that was covering my small breasts. He gasped and exhaled as he saw me, and I felt tempted to cover myself with my arms. But I didn't do it; I clenched my fists for a second and tried to relax. Peeta placed his hands over my waist and he looked at them as if he were scanning them. His gazes were intimidating me and making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Are they not the way you expected?"

"They're even better…." I didn't let myself blush at his assertion; instead I gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. Then, without understanding why, I picked up one of his hands and placed it over my left breast. My nipple hardened even more against his touch, and the skin around that zone sent electric jolts towards my abdomen, causing me to emit an almost imperceptible moan. I gasped when the boy with the bread kneaded it a little, as if it were one of his buns.

"Peeta…" I susurrate, dragging every letter as he began to repeat the same motion with my other breast.

"Hmmmmmm…?"

"Keep going…"

He nodded, and although it seemed that he had to think about it too much, he continued to descend down my sides until he returned to the waistband of my panties. I lay back again on the sofa so that I could make it easier for him. He toyed with the elastic again, and I shifted uncomfortably; I wanted him to end this torture.

"They're really wet…" I blushed, this time heavily.

"Is that bad?" He shook his head, passing a finger over my intimacy, pressing over the part that he had just been stroking a few minutes ago. I arched my back in response, and he took advantage of this to kiss my navel. I smiled, stroking his tangled hair, and he smiled back.

Finally, he grabbed the edges of the cotton cloth and began descending it as he kept touching me. It descended down my thighs just like my pants had done before. I pressed my legs together and lifted them over him, and the garment passed through my ankles and over my feet, and then I adjusted my legs as they had been before, with Peeta in between them.

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A/N- And there we have another steamy chapter, they're really on fire now, haha! Do you like how Peeta is teaching Katniss? She still has a lot more to learn :P

T/N – I hope I'm not the only who feels hot and bothered now, because if I did this chapter any justice, you may feel the sudden urgency to take a cold shower.

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