“I mean…what…do…do we just start?”
“Well, that’s up to you. It’s really whatever you want,” he answered in a calming voice. “If this were a normal night, a date even, what would you do after dinner and drinks?"
Katniss, who had never even had fling or one night stand, was less calm. "But it's not a date," she corrected him.
He nodded. "Right. But if it was?" When Katniss shrugged, Peeta took a different approach. He set his glass down and instructed for her to do the same, leading her into the bedroom and gently pulling her onto the bed next to him. "We'll start here, with a kiss, and see where it goes from there. If it helps, you can pretend we're madly in love."
She licked her lips, which had instantly dried the moment she sat next to him. Right. A kiss. She could do that. They shared an innocent peck on the lips when she arrived, so this wasn’t a big step. Pretend that he's not…what he is, pretend that he's a boyfriend or something. A boyfriend that was hungrily tracing his eyes up and down her body.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything to relieve the tension between them, but before she could, Peeta leaned over and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle at first, stroking her lower lip with his tongue. She willingly opened her lips, allowing his tongue to slip in. She could taste the bitter of his beer, the cream from the soup, the sweet vinaigrette from his salad, each more intoxicating than the last.
His arms were around her, one hand winding through the loose hair near her scalp, the other rubbing up and down her back. Her own arms were around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She could hear the small hiccups of his breathing when they would pull apart before he closed the gap to kiss her again. She was moving in slow motion, falling backwards onto the bed and pulling him on top of her.
He pulled his mouth from hers and began trailing kisses down her jaw and throat, his hands holding hers above her head, effectively pinning her down. She arched her back, exposing more of her long neck, moaning when he sucked on the soft spot under her ear.
“What’s wrong?” She asked when he pulled away. He was holding himself up with one of his hands, the other absently playing with her hair.
He smiled. “You’re so pretty.”
Her laughter came out as a loud bark. “What? You…don’t have to say that kind of stuff, you know.”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re already getting into my pants, so you don’t have to try so hard with those kinds of lines.” Katniss ducked her head to avoid his stare. She didn’t necessarily mean to be rude about it, but it seemed like a waste of his time and hers to continue this charade of her being anything more than a business transaction to him. She wasn’t paying him to compliment her, she didn’t need that from him right now. “I just think-”
“You think too much,” he finished for her. “And you’re thinking way too negatively about this whole experience. From our short amount of time together, I’m well aware I don’t need to use lines with you, which is why I told you I wouldn’t use any other than that first one.” He cupped her face with his hand. “I think you are beautiful, Katniss.” He leaned over to kiss her, not deterred by her delayed response.
Because while it may have been delayed, when she finally did respond, it was with fervor. He moved her so she was sitting on his lap and quickly worked the zipper on her dress, revealing her bare back. Bras had never been something Katniss concerned herself with because she never felt she had enough to warrant support. Tonight it just made it that much easier for him to push the straps off her shoulders and down to her hips, leaving her chest completely exposed to him.
“Don’t,” he ordered in a low voice when she attempted to cover herself. “Don’t even think about it.”
He ran his fingers over her skin, leaving a trail of goose pimples in their wake. When he reached the small mounds of her breasts, he let out the small puff of breath he had been holding. His lips replaced his fingers on her nipples. Katniss ran her hands through her hair as his teeth brushed against her skin. She had never been a big fan of nipple play in the past – it never did much for her – but something about the combination of his teeth and tongue made her change her mind. With her dress bunched around her waist, she bucked her hips against him, needing to feel his growing erection against her.
Katniss let out a yelp when he flipped her onto her back. “Let’s get this off, yeah?” He murmured against her skin, tugging at her dress. She raised her hips to allow him to take it off, secretly hoping he would appreciate the lacy black underwear she bought specifically for this night. It felt dumb, her trying to impress the man who would have sex with her just for money, but the thought of showing up in her normal comfy panties seemed like a mistake.
“Well look at you.”
She glanced up to see him practically devouring her almost naked body with his eyes. His pupils were thick with the arousal she had just felt rubbing against her. “Good?”
“So,” he kissed her neck, “so,” he kissed one breast, “so,” he kissed the other, “fucking,” he kissed her belly button, making her squirm slightly, “good,” he kissed the patch of skin right above the top of her panties. “It sucks to have to take them off.” She didn’t even have to raise her hips for him to pull them completely off of her. He ran his hands up and down her legs, massaging the flesh whenever she tried to close herself off. She closed her eyes and let her head rest against the soft mattress.
When she felt his warm breath against her center, she gasped.
“What’s wrong?”
“I…you…you don’t have to do…that,” she stammered, shifting her hips to back away from him, unable to because of the way he was holding onto her body.
A mischievous glint passed through his eyes. “One of my skills.” It was the last thing he said as his tongue pressed against her core. He alternated between licks and sucks and breaths, anything to change up the sensation, constantly keeping her body adjusted. Her fingers tangled in his hair which only seemed to urge him on. Flicks. Licks. Nips. Her orgasm built until the wave pushed through her entire body and she felt herself shatter against his tongue. He held onto her body, riding her orgasm out with her, his mouth only slowing when she started to twitch against him.
“Holy…I mean…” she panted as he kissed his way back up to her. “You weren’t kidding.”
He grinned. “It helps to have such a responsive partner.”
“Who wouldn’t respond to that?” She let out a breathy laugh. “That alone is worth your fee.”
“If that’s what you want. This is all about making you feel good,” he answered, his voice carefully controlled. His fingers continued to dance along her skin, drumming out their own beat against her hipbone.
She glanced down at them, then up into his face. “No. I want more.”
“I’m really glad to hear that,” he answered with a devilish grin.
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