Katniss-
While I was in the shower, I take extra care in removing all the hair from my body. I never really had too much, but I want to know how Peeta's hands feel on my bare legs and my private areas- how his tongue would feel there with nothing blocking him. Then I use the special lotion that he got for me that leaves my skin so soft. Afterwards, I tidy up our room and make the bed. I want to make sure he has no distractions tonight. I pull on the sexiest pair of underwear that Peeta bought me and slip on one of my house dresses.
Dinner goes as always, although it seems the guys are all distracted. Mr. Mellark doesn't say much and Rye bothers me with questions about the woods and Madge. I've been holding out on telling him that she really likes him, I love seeing him squirm.
Upstairs, I make sure Peeta is watching when I pull off my dress, my back is to him so he can see the panties he bought me that are now a bit too tight and show off my ass perfectly. I can hear the hiss that he makes and he's almost behind me when I turn to face him, bare-chested. I can see he's already hard. My hand cups him before he can touch me, he has to wait a little longer. On my tippy toes, I whisper to him- "go take a shower and don't you dare touch yourself." When he tries to grip my hips to pull me closer, I only pull away with a smirk. He lets out a long and loud groan, the more frustrated he is- the better.
He pulls off his clothes and sulks towards the bathroom. It gives me just a few more minutes to mentally prepare for tonight. I've waited too long to have him completely and tonight, with everything that's happened, is the perfect night. He's wound up and feels the need to claim me as his, which turns me on more than he knows. I'm strong and secure in myself, but having someone there to dominate makes me feel taken care of. I want to feel it completely from him.
Peeta-
I don't know if she's trying to work me up, but it's fucking working. I am so wound up, from Gale fucking showing up to Kat coming on my apron to her stripping in front of me and not letting me touch her. I sure hope she's ready for tonight, because I'm going to tear into her.
The cold water does nothing to ease the tension that I have, but it does - at the very least - take away the physical signs of my current state.
I don't bother to dress; it'd be a waste of time. I know that she's shy about her nudity, although I'm not sure why, but I'm definitely not. She's laying on the bed, ready for me. She's completely naked and the lights are off. The window is cracked, just like I like it and the moon leaves the room a pale blue color. Her hair is splayed across the bed. Fuck, I love it when she wears it down. She has her hands up above her head, grasping the bed frame; she's already lean, but the way she's laying does nothing but accentuate the beautiful curves of her body. I immediately notice that her pussy is clean shaven. I always liked the hair, but I have to admit that I can't wait to lick over her whole body. Normally, she's the hunter but tonight she is most definitely my prey. She squirms a bit as I make it obvious that I'm looking over her body. She turns the most delicious shade of pink when she sees my dick starting to come alive after looking over her naked form.
"Peeta?" her voice almost doesn't sound like her own, she sounds sure but still her voice cracks. I crawl up through the middle of her legs, she spreads them just enough to let me slide over her. Her eyes follow her hands as she slides them up my stomach, over my chest and up into my hair. She's breathing unevenly in short breaths, I can feel her chest rising and falling with her hard nipples hitting my pecs. She's nervous, which can only mean that she knows something different is going to happen tonight. She has no fucking idea how different it's going to be. I wonder if she wants this as much as I do?
I push my knee up into her smooth pussy, she's already wet. She 'mmm's' into my ear, while I lick up her jawline into her hair. "What do you want tonight, Kitty?" Her thighs clench around my knee, I know she likes this. I've learned to read her body, at this point I know what every sound and reaction mean. She starts to rock on my knee, trying to get some sort of friction on her clit, but I pull back until she answers me... "Tell me what you want." She's painfully shy- even still. Hopefully she'll give me something to go off of.
It's barely a whisper, if my face wasn't buried into her neck I wouldn't have heard it. "Don't hold back tonight, Peeta." Seriously? I'm glad my dick wasn't in her, because I would have come right then. She can't possibly know what she's asking. She has no idea what I'm capable of, of the things that I think about doing to her.
"Don't say things like that. You don't know what you're asking for, Kitty." I'm only warning her once, if she pushes me I won't be able to stop myself.
"Yes, I do. I want everything. I hate when you stop yourself." Her nails rake up my back while I'm sucking at the spot behind her ear. Goddamn it. I'm trying to be the nice guy, the good guy here and she's pushing me. I can't help the growl that comes and the gasp that she lets out when I bite at her neck. Just hard enough to leave a temporary mark. It should be gone before school tomorrow. If not, oh well.
"Katniss, you have to tell me to stop if it's too much. Please, I don't want to hurt you. You have to say you promise."
"I promise."
Katniss-
I know he's just trying to protect me, but damn it, I just want him to fuck me hard. "Peeta, please take me." He mumbles a string of obscenities that sends a shiver down my spine. His kisses get deeper and his hands seem more determined. The way his fingertips grip into my skin and his teeth graze at my neck, leaves me breathless and more turned on than ever.
When his face had worked down my body to my pussy, he spread my thighs forcefully and fucked me with his mouth. He was ravenous; sucking, licking and biting at my lower lips. Normally, it's slow but intense. Sweet but effective. This time, he's more dedicated. He's determined, but I'm not sure it's for my benefit. It feels amazing and my orgasm is quickly building, but I want more from him. My fingers wrap through his hair at the base, I can feel his groan rather than actually hear it. His fingertips grip harder into my thighs; I can see his knuckles turning white. I can only see his eyes, while the rest of his face is buried inside me. I know how to push him further. He loves when I touch myself. Without breaking eye contact, I run my hands from his hair, up my stomach and to my breasts. My nipples were already hard, but I pull and twist at them, palming and squeezing my tits for his viewing. His eyebrow twitches up and his eyes darken even further. It's then that he pushes one of my thighs up, placing my foot up on his shoulder, that I hold my breath in surprise. I hate feeling open and vulnerable. In this position, I'm completely spread for him. He takes my hand from my nipple and wraps it underneath my thigh- telling me to hold it there, without actually telling me. He pulls back, looking over me. His lips, chin and cheeks are glistening. I can't tell what he's thinking. His eyes are fully black and he's licking his lips predatorily. He pinches at my clit, rolling it between his fingers. His eyes are focused on my pussy. It almost hurts, but in the most delicious kind of way.
His fingers dip into me, he curls them upwards and pulls them back out. I expect him to suck on them, or use them on my clit, possibly even use the wetness to rub his dick. What I don't expect is his fingers to run up the cleft of my ass, pressing in slightly. He's done this before, but not with his fingers. I loved his tongue there, I never came harder than the time his tongue probed in and out of me while his fingers pounded into my pussy.
His tongue joins his fingers, licking and pushing into my ass. His finger slowly goes in, one digit at a time. I hear and feel him spit on me, he pushes in a little further until his first finger is all the way in. It feels like nothing we've ever done. I feel so full, it's not painful- but new and uncomfortable at first. But when he starts to move his finger in and out, he presses something inside me that makes me gasp and push back into his hand. When he feels me rocking against him, he shoots up, wrapping his unoccupied hand in my hair at the base of my neck and kisses me hard. With my knee still at my chest, his thumb has moved into my pussy. I almost whine and feel empty when he pulls his finger out of me, but he quickly replaces it with two fingers. Slowly stretching me further. His kisses are harder; he pulls my head to the side- giving himself access my neck.
My orgasm comes quickly; I can feel myself pulsating around all of his fingers. His hard dick is pressed into my thigh. "Goddamn it you feel so good." His voice is low and gravely, he continues to thrust into me with his hands until I can't take him touching my clit any longer. I push my hands down to cover myself from him, begging him to stop for even just a minute so I can recover. He must love it, love seeing me this way. His face has a devious smirk on it. He pulls his wet fingers from me and I watch as he sits up on his feet by my head. His cock right in my face, his hands go straight in my hair and pulls my open mouth closer to him.
Normally when I'm sucking him off, he stays still. He tries not to thrust into me, even though I know he wants to. Not this time, he fucks my mouth. I try not to break eye contact with him, his fingers tighten in my hair when I lick down the underside of his shaft and suck his balls into my mouth. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I know he loves it when I touch them with my hands. He throws his head back and moans loudly. Typically, we try to stay quiet because Rye is just a few doors down. Clearly, tonight he doesn't care.
He grips the sides of my face and watches his dick go further and further into my throat. I love the way he doesn't blink and focuses down on me. I try to concentrate on the sweat building at his hairline so I don't gag on his thick dick. The way his lips still have my juices on them. The way his tongue licks over his mouth, probably tasting me. His words, "How does this feel, me fucking your mouth? How does my cock taste? Is this how you wanted it?" My eyes start to tear up, from keeping them open and concentrating on him, I'm also sure that the grip that he has on me has something to do with it as well. He bites at his lips, watching my mouth on him. His eyes break away from mine and stare down at my hands, where I've mindlessly starting rubbing and fingering myself. I'm so wet. This. THIS is what I asked for. I love this but I still want more.
He rips his dick from my mouth and he kisses me deeply. I can taste my pussy still in his mouth. His lips suck at my tongue and his teeth bite at my lips. The way his hands snake down my body, he touches every inch of me. Gripping my hips, he flips me over. God yes! I've wanted this for so long. He pulls me up by my thighs, letting me settle on my knees. All I can feel is the head of his dick sliding through my wetness, rubbing at my clit and letting his pre-come mix with my arousal.
He hasn't said much, up until now. With his dick in hand, he starts to push into my ass. This definitely isn't what I was expecting, but it feels so good and his moaning turns me on. He groans and I scream into the pillow. "Relax sweetheart, let me make this feel good for you. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" His words make me clench around him and he moans and runs his fingertips roughly down my back, into my hair. As his thighs hit my ass and his dick can't go any further into me, he grips into my hair, "answer me, Kitty."
I'm not sure where it comes from; I guess from months of keeping my mouth shut and censoring my wants- "Y-yes, Peeta! This is what I wanted." I'm panting and it comes out in spurts. One of his large hands holds the back of my head and the other slaps at my ass. It stings but feels so good at the same time. "I've wanted this! I wa-wanted you to f-fuck me hard."
I didn't imagine him taking me this way would make me feel so good and he's never felt bigger than he does sliding in and out of my ass.
Peeta-
I could have come within the first few seconds of pushing my cock into her; I only thought her pussy was tight. This is more than I could have imagined. I'm not even sure how I've made it this long without coming. The way her orgasming felt around my fingers, how her mouth felt on my balls or the way she looked as my dick went in and out of her mouth. Her beautiful, swollen lips and her molten eyes, starting to shimmer with unshed tears, never breaking contact with me as she sucks and licks at me is something that will play over and over in my mind.
Looking down at her now, her ass has turned a delicious shade of red from me spanking at her cheeks. Her thighs and backside have plumped up considerably in the past few months; so when I first slapped her ass and it shook and jiggled, my dick throbbed even harder inside her.
"I've wanted this! I wa-wanted you to f-fuck me hard." Oh God. She's never said she wanted this or anything like it before. I always knew I wanted to be rough with her, to dominate and take her as I please- but I had no fucking idea that she'd like it too.
"Do you know how long I've wanted to fuck you like this? Hmm? How long I've wanted to pound into your ass and your cunt as hard as I can?" She arches her back even further, pushing her ass up for me and spreading her thighs slightly to let me get even further into her. Her waist is still so thin that I can reach around to rub her clit while I thrust into her. She mewls and moans. "Goddamn it, Katniss! Come for me." I know she's close, I can feel her tightening around my dick and her thighs trying to close. I take both of her hands and pull them to her ass, to have her spread herself for me. I want to come as deep as possible inside of her.
When she's gripping at her cheeks, holding herself open, I push forward and grab her by the shoulders to leverage my thrusts into her. I pull myself closer, pushing myself as far in as I can go. Her panting and the string of swear words that she's muttering does nothing but fuel me. I need her to tell me she likes it before I come. I want to know that she likes this as much as I do.
"How does this feel sweetheart? Do you like when I fuck your ass?" Fuck! She needs to come again before I do and I want her to admit she gets off on this. "Kitty, do you like this? When I fuck you hard?"
I feel her fingers touching herself, my balls slap at her hand every time I thrust into her. "Yes! Peet-aaaaah! Yes! I love it when you fuck me hard. Pl-please don't stop, I'm almost there!" I don't know what's come over her, but I fucking love it. My pace picks up, I push into her, gripping back at her thighs and pounding her ass. Surely she'll be sore tomorrow. I watch as her skin ripples every time my cock rams into her, the sound of my balls slapping at her hand on her clit. The gasps and cries as she chants my name. I start to empty inside her, pushing in, I don't know that I've ever come this hard. As I'm finishing, she starts to tighten around me. Her hand reaches back for my thigh, pressing her fingernails into my skin. It stings but it feels so good in comparison to my twitching dick.
I pull out of her to watch her final seconds of her orgasm. Her pussy is red and her thin fingers make precise circles over her clit, her ass was gaping but is now tightening up as my come drips out of her. Even though I'm just coming down, my dick still twitches as my come drips down into her pussy. I wonder how good it would feel to push into her tight pussy now or even more so to have my fingers in her ass while I fuck her pussy. Her fingers slow and her twitching stops. I can still see her chest heaving, through her spread legs, pressed against the mattress.
I'm torn between getting her a warm rag or thanking and kissing her. "Stay just how you are, babe." It's the opposite of how my voice was only a few minutes ago. It's soft and sweet. I rush to the bathroom and warm some water for a washcloth. I wipe the come from myself and hurry back to her. She's just as I left her. "Good girl." I tell her, and she only moans quietly in appreciation of my words.
The warm rag must feel good on her; I avoid any contact with her pussy because I know she's still sensitive. I wipe down her thighs, her ass cheeks and the come seeping out of her. I gently massage a bit of vitamin oil onto the red handprints that cover her ass. I didn't mean to hit her that hard and I hope she's okay.
I lay her down and cover her softly with the comforter. It's still cool at night and with the window open, it's worse. Her face is still flush, but she has a smile on her lips when I pull her to me. "Was that okay? Did I hurt you?"
She kisses my lips and all my fears leave me. "I didn't stop you, did I?" I shake my head. "But, we'll need to wait a bit before we do that again."
Again? We get to do that again?! That's my girl. I knew she was perfect for me.