Watching is such a different experience from merely participating. There's something so very, very arousing in all of this, in actually seeing Peeta bring her to climax rather than just closing her eyes and letting it happen.

Never looking away, she adjusts her balance on forearms and moves one hand down to cover a breast. That she can massage her own breasts like he does is still a new idea to her. And that he seems to like it when she does it. She brushes her thumb over the peak and gasps, gasping again when he pushes another finger inside of her.

Between his tongue and hands and, yes, even her own touch, it doesn't take much more. Her eyes finally shut and her head lolls back on her shoulder as she moans loudly, shaking around his fingers. "Peeta, oh, Peeta. I love you, love you so much."