#firstbj

I'm not prepared for her kiss, but when she touches her lips to mine, I latch onto her, holding on so tight like she's the only thing keeping me from blowing away. Her hands grip my shirt, and she's yanking it up, furiously, and I'm so surprised at this turn of events, I'm momentarily caught off guard.

But she just keeps kissing me, everywhere, murmuring things against my lips and my skin. My hands are trembling, but hers are steady as she unbuttons her jeans and tugs them off. Then she unbuttons my pants as well and my body takes over where my mind can't quite complete the gap and I'm kissing her and touching her in that familiar way that makes me forget everything else.

She leads me to her bed, and eases me down before reaching behind her back and undoing her bra. I feel like someone gave me a shot of pure electricity that spreads from my eyes down to the rest of my body. I grip the sheets in my hands, to keep from grabbing her fiercely. Somehow I know she wants me to wait. She slides her plain white cotton underwear down and just stands there, letting me drink in the sight of her naked in the moonlight, poised like a diver ready to leap into the depths for me.

She reaches her hand down to take my naked flesh that's ready and full of yearning for her, and when she strokes me I can't help the sound of pure ecstasy that escapes. I look up at her and she's confident, and beautiful, and so very sexy, I worry that I'm not going to make it to the sex if she keeps touching me in this way.

I open my mouth to say something, but she just uses her other hand to stop my words as she covers my mouth with three slim fingers. Then, incredibly and unbelievably, she starts to kneel slowly against the edge of the bed that I'm laying on, and I sit up, surprised at where this is all going.

She looks up at me, sternly, as if to say I shouldn't protest. But I know if she does what I think she's planning on doing then I definitely will not make it to the sex. We've done a lot of things, but not this, though I've fantasized about it.

The idea of her using her mouth on me like I do for her. But I've never asked, because just having her in my bed was enough. Everything we were already doing was enough. But this feels special, a conscious choice she's making. Something she wants to give me, even though she's already gifted me so much of herself.

She looks up at me as she runs her hands up and down, over my heated skin and I can't help my heavy breathing. Just that image alone drives me almost to the brink, so I close my eyes, and try to temper my pounding heart, my raging blood and emotions.

When her lips meet my skin, it's so pleasurable, it's almost painful how sensitive my skin has become in anticipation of her. When she takes me in her mouth, I bite down on my bottom lip so hard, I taste blood. But I hardly feel the pain, instead I feel her warm breath, her nimble tongue, and yes, her wet mouth around me. It's all too much, so I try to think of other things, to try and draw my mind away from the immediate pleasure. I conjure up images of the Games, of the fighting and the blood, and even the mutts that almost killed us. And it helps, but just barely.

She's found a rhythm now, something very similar to what we do normally with our hips, and I know I am close, very close. I reach down to grip her wrist thinking to warn her so I don't surprise her by finishing in her mouth. I don't know if she wants that, and if I wait any longer I won't be able to say anything at all.

"Wait..Katniss," I pant, and I sound ridiculous even to my own ears. But she looks up at me for a second, disconnected from my body but still looking beautiful kneeling there before me. When I opened my eyes to tell her, it was a mistake because I can see everything. Her rosy cheeks, her chest rising and falling in effort, and her hands still wrapped around me, still stroking. And before I can say anything I come. And I feel hot embarassment mixed with intense all consuming pleasure, but I can't stop. It was too much.

Thankfully, she was far enough away that I mostly just made a mess of my thighs, and stomach. And I want to apologize, but I still can't breathe well enough to get a word out. She amazingly, just grabs her shirt from the floor and uses it to help me clean up.

"Wow." She says in a surprised voice, I guess at the sheer volume of everything we're trying to wipe off. And I realized she had never seen what happens between us when I finish. Since she's on birth control, I've never had to pull out.

"Yeah, that happens every time...I tried to warn you but...I couldn't stop, sorry." I finally got the words out.

"I didn't realize it was so...theatrical." She says in a slightly intrigued tone, and I sigh, glad at least that she doesn't find what my body does in response to her disgusting or strange.

"It's kind of embarrassing that I finished so fast. But...God, that felt so good." I admit, undisguised satisfaction in my voice.

"Oh, well that's what I was going for." She says as she climbs up next to me and settles into my side. I tuck my arm under her head, and hold her close. She smells like lemons, and the outside air, and also a little bit like me.