Chapter 9: This Magic Moment
Katniss POV:
Peeta's usually gentle touch is rough as he moves his hands up my thighs. I feel a rush as he flips me over and pins me to the bed. "Shh- someone might hear us," Peeta whispers into my ear. Before I can reply, Peeta's lips are on my skin once again, licking and touching. My hands grab onto the bedsheets and pull. I want to keep quiet, but his touch drives me to distraction, and I cannot control the wanton noises that come out of me.
He pulls down the straps of my nightgown exposing my breasts. My nipples harden from the cold night air. Peeta takes both breasts in his hands and gives a gentle squeeze. Peeta slowly leans down and briefly licks one of my nipples. Then he takes it between his teeth and bites down. The pain is sharp and swift followed quickly by pleasure as Peeta sucks on the sensitive skin. Pain and pleasure mix as liquid pools around my sex soaking my underwear. Peeta plays with my breasts till both are aching.
Then he moves down further leaving open mouthed kisses as he goes. I feel him slide my nightgown down my hips and it falls off of me. He pushes my legs apart and nestles between my thighs. I push myself onto my elbows to look at him. Peeta's eyes are dark as he stares at my core. I watch him as two of his fingers slide under the fabric of my underwear. The fabric rubs against my sex. He continues to pull and stretch the fabric until it snaps. He moves my torn underwear aside and places a kiss on me. The kiss is soft and brief and leaves me wanting more.
After an aching minute Peeta places another kiss on my sex. My head falls on the pillow as he licks and sucks at my flesh. I'm sure my voice is echoing throughout the whole house as I moan and wither. I instinctively push my legs onto Peeta's shoulders to bring him closer. As I get closer and closer to the edge, I feel my hips begin to twitch and my back arches. My sex pulses at Peeta's continued assault. He is relentless as he licks and sucks on my flesh. Then I feel myself explode, my hands grab onto his hair holding him in place, and my entire body convulses as I feel each wave of pleasure.
When it's over my heavy breathing is the only sound in the room. My body is completely worn out as I try to catch my breath. Still breathless I stammer, "I-I need t-to shower, b-but I can't move." I probably look like a mess. I'm sure my hair has gotten tangled and my whole body is covered in sweat.
Peeta chuckles at my words and leans over the side of the bed. I turn and see that he is reattaching his prosthetic leg. Once it's on he grabs me off of the bed. "Peeta!" I exclaim, startled by the sudden movement.
"Shhh- let's get you cleaned up," he claims.
Peeta carries me to the bathroom. He gently places me on the counter next to the sink, the marble surface is cold against my skin. Peeta walks to a rack and grabs a towel. He soaks the towel in warm water and begins to wipe my skin. He starts with my feet and gently makes his way up. His touch is glorious on my sensitive skin. He moves up my stomach and onto my breasts. The softness of the towel is soothing. When he reaches my neck, I put my hands on his shoulder and bring him closer. Peeta remains focused on the task and wipes my cheeks and my forehead. Once he is done, he places the towel next to the sink.
Unable to restrain myself further, I pull Peeta in for a kiss. I move my hands into his blonde curls and wrap my legs around his waist. He groans as I run my tongue against his lips. I take my time exploring Peeta's mouth with my tongue. He puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer to him. I feel his hardness press into me as I kiss him. I did that. I make him hard. He wants me just as much as I want him. I move one of my hands down his back and press it against him. I feel his member twitch in response to my touch. Peeta pulls away from me.
"Katniss," he groans, as he pushes my hand away. Peeta moves my hands so that they are wrapped around his neck. He places his forehead against mine and seems to be trying to catch his breath. Gently, he lifts me and walks back into the bedroom. He gently lays me down onto the bed and begins to remove his prosthetic once again. He lays down next to me wrapping me in his arms with his chest against my back. "That's enough excitement for one night, we need to sleep," Peeta murmurs. His breath is warm and tickles against my ear.
We stay in the dark just being for a long time. I can't fall asleep, and Peeta's breathing indicates that he too is wide awake. With my fingers I begin to trace patterns into the back of his hand. He sighs in response.
My voice is shaky as I speak. "Peeta?" I say, "Tell me something."
"About?" he questions.
"Anything," I reply.
"Hmm, I can tell you about some of the games me and my brothers used to play when we were little," he proposes. I nod my agreement. Peeta's voice is smooth as he tells me about the various games him and his brothers used to play. He tells me about various adventures most of which end with him and his brothers wrestling because one of them cheated. The stories are amusing, and I can't help but giggle at his words. Peeta plays with my hair as he speaks, and I don't know when the warmth of his body and the baritone of his voice has me falling into a deep sleep.