His own limit was building up rather quickly, especially once realizing Katniss was enjoying this too. Or so he hoped. He was pretty sure she would not let him continue this long if she wasn't.

Oh, he was thinking too much.

Think less, feel more; that's what this was supposed to be about.

With less tension and a quicker pace, he moved with as much abandon as he could allow himself like this, lips finding hers again and again whenever they could with breathless murmurs of her name. His body felt like it was on fire with pleasure and his thrusts became erratic, jerky almost. He was unable to give her any warning before he was hiding his face against her shoulder with a cry, orgasm hitting him hard though he continued to move inside her, against her, not wanting this feeling to ever end.