Peeta moans softly and I take control like I had in what seemed like ages ago. I found myself on top of him as we made love on the floor near the fire, moving myself up and down on his crotch while watching the pleasure flicker across his face. We've made love so many times before but every time it just gets more real. I'm more able to see what's going on around us when I'm not completely blinded by the bliss and pleasure. In this position it's easier to see his face, and he should know by now that that's my favorite part.

"How do you do this to me?" he asks softly, his voice trembling and breaking several times as the pleasure rocks through him. It rocks through me as well, and I find that the harder I push myself onto him the better it feels for the both of us. I just wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips against his as he sits up, thrusting into me and moving in perfect synchronization. I groan and pant his name, begging for him to push harder. We were both sweating already and when he kissed me it felt like heaven. All my worries were gone because he loved me. I pushed him back again and started up again with our previous movement.

I observed everything. The way his eyebrows knit together when I come down particularly hard, how his chest rose and fell so quickly and he struggled to catch a breath, how his talented fingers clutched my thigh and his others twined themselves between my own. I felt his legs moving, heels running along the floor to find purchase. That was when I realized how close he was and that he was holding back. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, moaning wildly.

"Just let go, Peeta," I whisper in his ear. He whimpers in response and whispers back,

"What about you? Aren't you close?"

I thought about it for a moment. I had never really thought about my own pleasure, just his. I had never wanted anything but for Peeta to feel good.

"I don't know," I respond, eagerly catching my lips up in his in a passionate kiss. I moaned into it, to let him know that I felt ecstatic amounts of pleasure too, though it could never compare to what he did to me with his tongue. I would ask him to do it again, if I got up the courage.

His length is hard and warm as he pushes himself deeper, filling me up and making me feel the strangest sensation. If you do not know what it's like to be intertwined with another, it's odd yet incredible, and all I know is that I love him and I wanted more.

He pulls back at one point, so that the head of his penis is brushing against the outside of my body, teasing me. I hiss, the tip of his manhood touching that special spot he'd showed me earlier on. He knew what he was doing. He smiled tiredly at me and rubbed that part of himself against me. I held him tightly, whimpering "Peeta…"

He exhaled deeply and pushed himself back in, throwing me onto my back firmly yet softly, thrusting hard into me. He reached between us and started rubbing that spot with his fingers, watching my reaction. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I just cried his name and intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. He watched in ecstasy as he pleasured the both of us from a position of dominance. I found myself nearing an edge, the edge I knew Peeta was at a long time ago.

"Why don't you let go?" I pant, planting wet kisses along his neck and jaw, his face, his lips. He thrusted harder, whimpering from the euphoria.

"Fuck…Katniss…I'm close," he says, groaning again. He was getting louder but ceased to pleasure me in the way he knew I loved. "But I'm not letting go until you do…" He groaned again, this time falling out of it and shuddering, crying my name and grasping me tightly, slowing his movements but holding me tighter, his muscles flexing and sweat breaking out of our pores. He had already begun climaxing but tries to stop. "Katniss! God, please come!" he begs, slowing down for fear of coming completely without me. I focused on the way he was touching me and gasped, feeling my pleasure rise like it had before. It sent shockwaves through me and I arched myself against him, tightening around his manhood. We cry out together, his seed spilling into me and my sensitive muscles constricting around him, urging him on to continue climaxing.

"Peeta," I whisper as we come down from that high, still whimpering soft pants and stroking each other's bodies, hair, arms, necks…

We were panting and kissing on the floor, unable to let go of each other for fear of losing the bliss. It was just too warm and passionate to lose. He kisses down my body, to my still throbbing sensitive love making areas. He kisses me in the spot that drives me wild. I clutch his hair as his tongue makes tender swirls around the nerves, almost making me climax again. I groan and throw my head back.

He pulls back to smile at me after a few seconds of this. "That's the beautiful thing about women;" he says lovingly, "the feeling lingers and may still even be heightened after orgasm, makes my job easier." I just look at him for a moment before he kisses my lips.

"How do you know so much about this? I mean…I know about your situation at the capital…but are all women's bodies the same like this?" I question, admiring his beautiful baby face and blond curls, bright blue eyes, delicate pink lips. He shook his head.

"No…some were different…but experienced women were like this," he says, pulling back and laying down next to me, thinking about something.

"What is it?" I ask. He tears his eyes away from the fire and looks into mine.

"If I tell you will you promise not to get to upset? You have to remember, I didn't know that I loved you, they'd trained me to hate you…" he trails off and I know he's remembering something, calling back memories he probably doesn't want to.

"You don't have to tell me," I say, touching his chest.

"Well, it's something I feel like you should know." He looks like he's finally ready to tell me what it was like being a sex slave. I better prepare myself.