Chapter Seven
I lay there panting for a while, not fully understanding what has just happened to my body as Peeta lays beside me and softly traces patterns on my stomach with his finger. I tilt my body towards him and intertwine my legs with his. The cold surface of his prosthetic leg cools my flushed skin and snaps me out of the hazy trance I have fallen into. "It's your turn now" I think silently, a wry smile playing on my lips.
Although the prospect of what is before me frightens me to my core I know that I want Peeta to feel the same pleasure he gave me and more than anything I know that I don't want to be as selfish a lover as I was a love interest.
I look down at Peeta's body, it is a paradox, it is scarred and beaten and broken, a whole chunk of it missing below the knee, but also, and more importantly, it is young, alive, strong- so very strong, and full of hope and love.
"What are you smirking at?" Peeta says, planting a small kiss on my nose. I don't answer him but rather let my smile grow wider as I push him over playfully, so that he is flat on his back, and throw my leg over him so I am straddling his torso. The pleasure Peeta gave me has energised me, and filled me with a confidence I have never had before. I sit on top of him, fully exposed but I do not feel embarassed, there is no room for shame in these acts of healing and love.
Peeta pushes himself up so that his body is aligned with mine once more and I am essentially sitting on his lap. I scoot closer to him so that the only thing seperating us is the strained tent of his erection in his boxer shorts. He lets out an involuntary moan as my body presses up against his member, the noise lights a fire inside me and I can't stop myself from planting my mouth on his. After a few moments of kissing hungrily I pull away. I do not want to get distracted by my own pleasure-and I can easily see myself getting lost in Peeta's roaming hands and talented tongue, so I push Peeta down so he is once more flat on his back.
I start at his neck and gently kiss my way down his body, he moans softly as gently nip the skin above his collarbone. My mouth trails further south, down his mottled chest towards the flat plain of his stomach. I can feel the taut muscles beneath his skin move as he breathes and they tighten as I slowly make my way towards his waist band.
My fingers dance through a trail of hair on his abdomen that I am surprised to find is much darker than the rest of his hair. As my hands grasp the rim of his boxers I find them covered by Peeta's. I look up at him and his eyes are full of concern "Katniss.." he starts before I cut him off. "Peeta Mellark" I say firmly "don't you even start" I say with a smile, and I quickly move back up his body to plant a kiss on his lips before returning to my position by his hips.
I take a deep breath and slowly remove his shorts, I am surprised as his erection springs up to meet me. I gasp at the size, it is thick and about 8 inches long. I look up at Peeta and his face is turned away and red with embarassment. I want to show him that I am not afraid, and that I want to do this. I slowly lean forward and plant a small kiss on the velvety pink head.
Peeta's eyes shoot open and he springs up onto his elbows but as I take the head slowly into my mouth he crumbles and sinks back down to the bed. I relish in his moans of pleasure as my tongue explores his manhood. I lick from the base to the tip, pausing there as it has the most effect of him, and I swirl my tongue around the head tasting the saltyness of his skin, before licking back down the shaft.
Peeta squirms and sighs and moans beneath me and it envigorates me, excites me even.
I remove my mouth from him and replace it with my hand. I mimic the action of my tongue with my hand and move it up and down the length of him. After a moment Peeta places a hand on mine, guiding me from the strength of my grip to the pace of my movement. He sits up so that once again we are facing eachother and I kneel beside him in order to get a better grip. We kiss as he moves my hand faster and faster upon him. His breath starts to come in short shuddery bursts and he can't concentrate on our kiss so I move my lips to his neck and ear and he moans in response to my actions.
Peeta's whole body tenses beneath me and each racked breath is released as a moan or a grunt of pleasure. He moves my hand even faster beneath his and I can feel his member tighten even further in my hand. Suddenly Peeta lets out an earth shattering grunt and I feel him explode in my hand. He removes his hand from mine and I slow down my movements but I do not stop, I want to extend his moment of pleasure for as long as possible.
After a few moments I remove my hand from him and wipe the slickness from it onto my abandoned night gown. Peeta is back laying on his back, panting heavily. I climb up on him and lay on his chest, and his arms encompass me as I listen to his breathing slowly return to normal.
We lay like this until the soft light of morning dances through the shutters, illuminating our naked bodies in the light of a brand new day.