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He grabs hold of my hips as I grind down. He's breathless, staring up at me, his lips slightly parted; I see a slither of white teeth. His jaw is clenched. He makes slightly exasperated noises as I grind against him; it feels so good, my vision is almost blurry.
He jerks his hips up, trying to generate as much friction as he can. I place my hands on his chest as I move up and down, forcing him down onto the mattress at the same time as allowing him deeper; a moan escapes my lips. I'm in control; as an escort, I'm normally pretty good at it.
"Faster," He moans, so I pick up the pace. His hands massage my breasts, and his body rolls with mine; I notice for the first time how muscled his stomach is. "Katniss,"
I can barely breathe; I feel my climax growing, and I'm ready to release. I grind harder and faster, and he moans; I know his fingers will leave bruises on my skin. Then, his body shudders as he orgasms, and the warmth of him filling me mixing with the moans in the air causes me to follow him.
I stretch out next to him. He's asleep already. My finger runs lightly down his nose, over his bottom lip, down his neck, and I make light swirling patterns on his chest. I blink slowly, sleepily, as I do this. It's peaceful here, tangled in bed sheets. I don't want to move.
I fall asleep, and when I wake up, Peeta is still dreaming. I climb out of his bed, walk over to the mirror, and notice the red finger marks around my hips. They will turn into bruises soon. My fingers run over the love bite on my neck. I hadn't noticed it had forced.
I get some cereal and eat naked on the kitchen counter. I start to wonder whether the sex we had the night before was rough or normal. I think that, though there is a thin line between the two, we were just on it. Not rough like the first time we had sex, but there was something more animal-like about it than normal sex.
Day five; or was it day six? I'm too caught up in the talking and the sex to keep track on the date. I dump the cereal bowl in the sink, and I'm about to ring my boss from my phone which is in my jacket by the door when I feel Peeta's arms wrap around my waist. "You're freezing," He mumbles. "Come back to bed,"
I follow him back to his room and we crawl under the covers. He kisses me, and then his lips suck on my neck, making a love bite to join the other one there, and I let him. When he is finished, he starts to kiss down my body. He stops at my left breast, and captures the nipple in his mouth; I moan, my fingers lacing into his hair. His teeth lightly bite down.
His lips continue to embark down my body until his tongue is swirling around my clit. I tug at his hair, my ass grinding down into the mattress as he assaults me with his mouth. I cry out, the sensation taking over my body, and when I'm just about to release, my hips jerking, he pulls away. "Let's go and have a bath," He says.
In the high water with the surface hidden by suds, we kiss. His skin is soapy from the water and I sit on his lap, my legs on either side of his waist, my breasts pressed against him, kissing hungrily; I don't ever want to stop.
I sink down onto his erection; he gasps and I jerked down so suddenly that the water poured over the sides of the tub and splashed onto the tiled floor. We're still kissing as I push up and down on his dick, riding him, and his hands press down on the same place as yesterday, pressing down hard, forcing me harder down onto him. I groan as more water splashes out of the tub; the sensations are so strong, we don't care.
"You're so beautiful," He murmurs as we kiss. I'm making gasping noises now, so close to release; I take hold of his balls and massage them with my hand. He groans and kisses me harder. "Katniss, you're so beautiful,"
My hips are moving very fast now; I can't stop them from jerking uncontrollably up and down. My breasts bounce, covered from the soapy water, and then I orgasm in mid-kiss, and he explodes seconds after, and we cradle each other in the tub, panting after our releases.
"That was good," Peeta eventually stammers.
"Yeah," I say. "Least-qualified my ass." And we both start to laugh, and then he kisses me for a long, long time, and then presses his forehead against mine.
"Can I book you for another week?" He asks, and my fingers lace with his.
"Sure," I say. "In fact, you can book me for free forever."
We kiss. "Are you asking me to go out with you?" He says.
"I thought we already were?" I say. We kiss again. "I'm just making it official."
Peeta smiles. "Okay, then, Katniss Everdeen; let's have a lot of sex for free and let's talk for free and we'll be the best couple ever."
"Okay," I say, and then we're kissing again.
I end up ringing my boss at lunch, whilst Peeta is eating opposite me; he politely pretends he can't hear our conversation. "Hey," I say.
"How are you?" My boss asks. "Settling in well?"
"I don't think I want to be an escort anymore," I tell her, and Peeta meets my eyes for a second before they drop back to his plate.
"What?"
"I want to stay with Peeta," I say. "I'll call you later, okay?"
"Okay, Katniss."
I hang up and give Peeta his phone back. He slips it into his shirt pocket. "So," He says. "I'm guessing we're only going to fuck each other now, yeah?"
"That's the idea," I tell him, spinning spaghetti around my fork. "I will need the money, though; I'll just get some job in the Capitol."
"I'll give you money," Peeta tells me.
"From your sleazy business? No thanks," I say, and he rolls his eyes. I carry my plate towards the sink and dump it in there. "What do you want to do this afternoon?"
"There's a job going at a place my friend owns in the centre of the Capitol," Peeta tells me. "We could check it out, if you like."
"Cool," I say. "What job is it?"
"A stripper," Peeta says.
"Excellent," I grin.