My hands entangle themselves in his sodden hair, my mouth firmly attached to his. I move forward in the water, hoping to get a closer hold on Peeta when I realize he is still wearing his jeans, and a pout escapes my lips.
"What, did I do something wrong?" Peeta asks discouraged.
"What?" I pant. "No! Of course not. Its just…" I grunt. "These stupid…pants!" I say, fumbling with his belt.
Peeta laughs, and places his hands beneath the water, easily unhinging the belt. He stands up and tries to shimmy out of his pants, but it doesn't work. The water has plastered them to him. "Help me?" He winks.
After a lot of laughter, pulling, splashing and falling over, his pants and undershorts lay on the floor of the bathroom, and I lay on top of him in the bubbly water.
No words are needed in our moment. We just lay there, entangled in one another, enjoying the welcomed presence of the other. So this is what total relaxation feels like…
Peeta brings me back from oblivion by swiping the loose strands of hair from my face. Catching his eye, I see the burning desire, and I bring my face to his, kissing him softly. There's a soft nudging in my abdomen, and I urge Peeta on, hoping to forget about my unforeseen predicament for the time being.
Our kisses grow deeper, more needy, and I can feel him throbbing beneath me. I pull away from him with a moments hesitation. Do I really want to do this? Well… Its not like anything else bad can come from this…
"What are you thinking?" Peeta whispers.
"Huh?" I gasp, remembering his rock hard length sitting below me. "Oh, uh. Nothing…"
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks, giving me his trademark I-wont-be-mad-if-you-say-no look.
"Absolutely," I say, hurriedly bringing my mouth back down on his. My hands grip clumps of his tangled locks, his hands exploring my back.
What feels like only minutes of exploration, Peeta pulls away from me, almost instantly regretting it as he watches my face fall. I look at him questioningly, and he sighs, blushing.
"I don't want to do this in a bathtub…" he says, trying to hide his face.
He watches comprehension cross my face, the grabs me around the middle, hugging me to him. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his abdomen. It feels almost too good being this close to Peeta. Our skin touching is like silken fire, the delicious warmth of freshly baked bread.
After he's figured out how to get out of the bath while still keeping a gentle but firm grasp on me, he carries me back into the bedroom and sets me on the bed. He leans over me seductively, almost as if he were hunting me, stalking the prey just before the kill. I scoot back on the bed slowly, playing along with the hunt. Once adjusted comfortably, Peeta is kissing me and I am kissing him and I don't know who is sighing, or where those strange noises are coming from.
I tip my head back, exposing my still damp neck to him. Entwining his hands in mine, he leans even farther forward, soft tickles of breath sending gooseflesh across my neck and chest. His lips and tongue gently play against my throat, slowly kissing left and right, up and down, all along my neck. I whimper, pressing myself against him until I can't take anymore and dip my head down. I look into Peeta's eyes and feel the intensity emanating from him. "I want you," I whisper.
He kisses me again, slowly, as if all the time in the world is at his mercy. He moves downward, grazing an earlobe, suckling at the newfound sweet-spot on my neck. He is mesmerized at the way he makes me sigh. I am mesmerized at the way he can make me sigh. "Whe…Where did you learn to d-" I cut myself off with a sharp intake of breath as he runs his hands over my breasts, slightly teasing the erect peaks. Oh. My. God. As if his soft touch alone didn't send me over the edge, he takes one peak into his mouth, sucking ever so lightly, and then the other. My back arches in hopes of more pleasure.
Peeta is a quick study, learning where to touch, how gently or how firm. It doesn't take him long to learn how to manipulate my flesh and leave me quivering from his touch.
I'm panting and we haven't even gotten to the 'exciting' part yet. "Please… Please, Peeta." I beg, grasping hold of his shoulder. He shoots me a strangely sexy look, and then he is moving south again. Kissing my belly, my hips, and then he is trailing his tongue along the inside of my thigh. He nips and kisses, and before I know it, sounds I didn't even know I could make are escaping my lips, and it feels as if my insides are melting.
Adrenaline rushes through my veins at his touch, and I am shaking and weak before I realize his next move. His fingers brush the tender flesh around my center, and his tongue quickly follows. What the- OHMYGOD. My back arches higher, and a exceptionally loud groan escapes me. His fingers dart in and out of me, his mouth all the while keeping another warm knot of nerves busy. Not long into this new dance, I feel a strange fire building deep within.
Building and building with each movement, I arch higher, as high as my body will let me. Writhing against his movements, release explodes around me. Animalistic sounds fill the room, and I hope for our sake that the walls are sound proof. Peeta slows his motions, bringing me down gently. I sigh as I attempt to catch my breathe, but apparently he wont have that.
He's stalking me again. Crawling over my sweaty body, pinning my arms to the bed, watching my facial expressions the whole way. He leans over me and places his lips on mine. Ever the gentleman, he's soft as he repositions my hips next to his, preparing for a new grade of pleasure entirely.
I loosely wrap my legs around his waist, granting him permission to do whatever he pleases. I close my eyes and let my head fall to the side when he positions himself at my entrance.
"Just don't…hurt me, okay?"
"Wait," he hesitates. "Did…did I hurt you last time?" He says, looking up at me.
I sit bolt upright, scooting away from him. I am suddenly on the defensive. I'm such an idiot. Of course now he wont want to do anything… "What? No. Of course not. I mean. There was a lot of…discomfort…in the beginning, but I got over it…"
"Katniss…" He sighs.
I groan and flop back on the bed, roughly wiping my face with my hands. I lay there in silence for a minute, occasionally sneaking a peak at Peeta; he too is inwardly arguing with himself. Dammnit. We've come this far. I'm not just going to let him stop. Maybe I can distract him? What? What am I saying… I've never… Oh! A little nudge. I've never done…that before… Another nudge. STOP IT! Now is not the time to make yourself noticed, youngster.
I sit up again, and he looks at me, startled. I shoot him what I think to be a seductive smirk, but I probably ended up looking like a lost duck. I get up on my knees and start crawling towards him. I am the hunter. He looks at me questioningly, but I don't give in. Pushing his shoulders, I make him lay back. I snake my fingers down his chest, lower and lower, until he exhales deeply, his stomach shaking. Well. I must be doing something right…
I dip my head down, running my tongue along his shaft, from the base to tip several times over, and his hips buck reflexively. I smile and then take the top most part of him into my mouth, sucking gently. His breath catches, he's clenching his muscles. He only allows a few minutes of this before he is trying to pull away from me. Several times I slap his hands away, but persistence pays off and he pulls me up.
"Katniss, no… If you cant be completely present in this, then I don't want to do anything else. I refuse to hurt you."
"Dammnit, Peeta. Just shut up and take me!" I yell at him, instantly regretting my words at his astonished look. I never swear. Ever.
He must know that shit just got real. I think before I lean over him and attack his face with kisses.
"Please?" I whisper into his ear like a defeated child.
He sighs, then kisses me back. Hands in hair, grappling for anything to hold, something to bring us closer. He flips me over onto my back so he his hovering over me, and I spread my legs, letting him know I am ready.
He sighs again, then positions his length at my entrance once again. Slowly, he pushes his way in, and I grunt, grabbing for something to grasp, anything to keep painful sounds from escaping..
"Are you okay?" He asks softly.
I nod and rock my hips slightly, telling him to go on. It doesn't hurt like it did the first time, and it surely isn't nearly as pleasurable as his mouth had been, but something about having him inside me makes everything better. Like there are no problems with our world. Peeta is mine, and nothing else matters.
He increases his rhythm slightly, and I grunt again, stopping him in his tracks.
"Katniss, are you sure? You really don't sound like you're enjoying this…"
"Mother of Snow Peeta. Shut up. This is not the time for talking!" I yell. Sheesh. I never yell. This baby is really going to make secret keeping hard… "I would enjoy it more if you would just shut up."
"B-but." I sit up on my elbows, giving him a death stare.
"Peeta. I am enjoying this. You are just…really, really…BIG. Large things don't normally fit into smaller spaces. We just have to…'break me in…'" I say, a deep blush forming on my cheeks.
He laughed as understanding crossed his features, running a nervous hand through his hair.
"Trust me," I say. "I am fine."
"Okay," he says, starting up his steady motions again. He rocks back and forth, and the sensation he brings is amazing. His hands caress my thighs as he moves, his thrust steadily becoming faster and more urgent.
With each kiss his thrusts become even more demanding and I push my knees farther apart to give him access to every part of me.
He pauses and puts his weight on his elbows, watching me for a few moments as he moves in and out of me steadily. It feels good now, better than I would have guessed. Shifting his weight to his left elbow he reaches down between us and finds the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of my legs that he'd kissed and suckled before. His movements are met with the gentle motion of his thumb between my legs and I moan loudly, gasping for air.
"Uhhnnn!" I dig my nails into his shoulder, throwing my head back, burying it in the pillows.
His thrust become harder, harsher as he slams into me. I strain against him, trying to get even closer, his hand still playing with my tender bundle of nerves.
He leans down and kisses me, but I am too consumed in my own ecstasy to form a proper kiss for him.. Then he dips his head down and kisses my neck as my futile cries reach his ears. He tenses up, trying to delay his own release until I can reach my own. He pumps in and out, his fingers move in circular motions, and then I feel that fiery tension again. Building and growing, until finally release is met and I convulse under him. He removes his hand, and really goes even harder than before, riding me through my climax and leading to his own. A second wave of euphoric tension escapes me as he rides out his own orgasm before I realize I've been screaming.
We both let out a collective breath, and Peeta removes himself, then falls over onto the bed next to me. Enjoying the 'afterglow' was almost as good as the actual activity, and after a while of staring in to nothingness, Peeta reaches down and takes my hand in his, and brings it up to his lips, kissing my wrist. "I love you," his whispers.
A nudge from within, and I roll over and place a kiss on his shoulder, then snuggle up to him, sighing sleepily. "I love you, too," I breath as my eyelids flutter closed.
Heyyy there. Please don't hate me. *backs away slowly*
This update took forever. First the writers block, then my computer crashes. Sheesh. BUT. I'd hope you found this chapter to be enjoyable?
Well. The next one is already part way finished, so, I expect it to be up before long. Maybe 4-5 days? I don't know. But, I have someone keeping me on track now, So I should be updating more often! Yay! And. PLEASE leave me a review?