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"Where do you think you are?"
I'm kneeling; the blindfold is covering my eyes; I'm naked; I hear his voice reasonably far away. "In the room," I whisper.
"Do you remember the three stages?" Peeta says.
"Yes," I say, and I feel him in my mouth.
My hand pumps up and down his shaft as he fucks my mouth. I move fast, and I feel his hands at the back of my head, forcing me closer and forcing him further down my throat. My hand moves to the speed of his thrusts, and when I feel him about to orgasm, he moves out of my mouth, takes off the blindfold, and puts it into my mouth instead. He knots it tightly at the back of my head.
He pushes me down onto the floor. My hands grip onto the back of his neck and he pushes himself into me, pumping fast, and I groan against the gag, and he pushes himself further into me with each thrust, and my back is arched with my head thrown back and my vision is blurry and I feel the pleasure right in my teeth and he orgasms, and then I orgasm, and he gasps against me for a few moments before he pulls out of me and gets to his feet.
He rolls me over. My hands move upwards to grip onto the bedframe, and he thrusts into me from behind and I moan again. I press my forehead against the bedframe and he grabs hold of my breasts as he pushes, deeper and deeper each time, and I feel the heat rushing through my body, and then I orgasm again, and collapse against the bedframe, gasping.
After about a minute, I feel his fingers, gentle now, undoing the knot at the back of my head. I see his hands remove the gag from my lips. A moment later, he lifts me up, and lowers me onto the bed. He lies down next to me, and kisses me, a kiss which deepens into something veracious, and we tangle in the bed sheet, giggling like school children.
"Do you have to work today?" I ask between the second gaps that happen after minutes of kissing.
"Fuck it," He mumbles against my lips. His hand twists in my hair to pull me closer. "I'd rather stay here,"
"Good," I say, and his tongue slides into my mouth. Our bodies crush together hard.
"Guess what we're doing today," He mumbles as we kiss. "Want to go out in public?"
"Sure," I say. He pulls away to look at me; he seems pleased. "Where are we going?"
He kisses me again, tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth before he speaks. "Skinny dipping,"
"What's that?" I ask, and he pulls away to laugh. "Am I supposed to know?"
"I guess not," He says. "Wear normal stuff but unleash your inner slut underneath; okay?" We kiss again and I crawl out of bed, naked, and walk out, feeling his eyes on me as I leave.
He drives us, and I look out of the window the entire way, because despite living in the Capitol for over four years, I never get used to the citizens; the multi-coloured hair, the golden tattoos, the extravagant clothing, high-heels, weird traditions. I'll never adjust after living on the Seam.
He drives us out of the city; I think we're going towards the wilderness which leads on to District 7. We've been driving for about an hour before he parks on a sort of cliff. "Come on," Peeta says, so I follow him, curious now. We walk to the edge.
The uneven grounding has created a large lake in the ground. From the cliff we're on, it doesn't look too far down; high enough to jump without breaking your neck. The lake is a pale grey colour, probably because it's December, and there are holes in the cliffs, holes that must lead into caves, which are a little above the water.
"Take off your clothes," Peeta tells me. "Don't question me, just do it."
I pull off my jumper, revealing the lingerie I have underneath, and pull off my leggings and shoes. I unfasten the bra and pull off my panties, leaving me stood completely naked on the cliff. "Now what?" I ask.
He's un-buttoning his shirt. "Now jump," He says, and I do.
For several moments, I feel like I am flying; my arms are stretched out, as are my legs, but then I hit the water and I am under the surface for several seconds whilst I thrash, trying to reach the surface; when I do, I gasp for hair and yank my hairband out, making my hair tumble down my shoulders. I see him stood on the edge of the cliff, and then he jumps; he slams into the water with the same amount of force I did but emerges from under the water more gracefully.
"Is this skinny dipping?" I ask him as he takes hold of me; my naked body presses against his. "Swimming naked?"
"Yes," Peeta tells me. "But we're not just swimming."
He kisses me, and I cling to the back of his neck, my legs around his waist. For a few minutes, we kiss, the cold water making our skins freezing cold, and then he says, "Want to explore the caves?"
We swim to the largest hole by the water and he helps me climb into it. He goes ahead of me; the cave is pitch black. My feet are assaulted by stones and rocks that I am too clumsy to see; even after spending almost my entire teenage life in the woods with Gale in District 12, I have never experienced darkness like this. I notice we are starting to go upwards.
I feel his hand reach out for mine, and I cling to his fingers, which carry droplets from the lake. In his other hand, I see something, but I can't make it out in the dark. He seems to know, for some odd reason, where he is going. I see a patch of sunlight ahead; there is a crack in the cave; we must be near the surface. I think the cave is going to end, but it doesn't; it simply cuts off into dirt.
"Lay down," Peeta tells me, and I do; there aren't any rocks here. The ground is soft, maybe from rainfall that has managed to creep through the crack. In his hand, I see what he was carrying; a vibrator. He pushes my knees apart. He switches it on and pushes it inside of me. "Remember when you said that the official Capitol Escort System taught you how to masturbate? Demonstrate those skills,"
He takes hold of my feet and rests them on his shoulders, and then raises his eyebrows expectantly.
The vibrator feels so good; in training, we used these, and it was by far my favourite toy. I start to rub my nipple, rolling it around in my fingers, focusing on the vibration. I start to massage my breast roughly, and then my hand slips down to slowly rub my clit.
Peeta watches, a faint smile on his lips, as my eyes close; I fasten the pace, my hips rocking, until I orgasm, my cries bouncing off the cave walls, my eyes focusing on Peeta, who is grinning as he pulls out the vibrator and takes hold of my hand.