She doesn't need to speak, her touch tells him to keep going. The dress is disposed to the floor with the bra as if they were nothing but rags. His fingers slide her panties down to her ankles to follow. A hand returns to her breast caressing it as he kisses her. Her fingers tracing his abs and down the V-shaped torso that leads into the waistband of the boxer briefs sends a small shiver through him. When Finnick pauses to breathe his eyes connect with hers as if to ask, "You ready?"
Finnick removes his own underwear to toss them to the side. He holds himself in his hand, stroking his length as he returns to her, his lips seeking hers first. His stomach presses against her silky skin connecting their warmth. The sound of her breath near his ear is arousing as he hears her breathe faster in anticipation.
Only then does a seductive sly grin come across his face. His mind rapidly explores the possibilities of what he desires to do in that quick moment. With his extended arm propping him up to hover over her, he rubs the head of his cock against her wet opening. Teasing her to further heighten the anticipation. He lightly moistens his own lips watching her wait for it. It's then that he finds Annie completely irresistible.
He remembers their first time. It had been two years after her Games. There had been times when he was unsure if he dared touch her and contaminate her with what he had been made to do. He just had felt so dirty that being with someone so beautiful and genuinely pure like Annie felt wrong. Like he was the bad guy ruining her. If it hadn't been for her gentle touches and the reassurance she had given him, he would have never have had the courage to do it. Everything had been done so slowly. So carefully. He didn't want to ruin the one good solid thing in his life. He couldn't live with himself if he did.
Now entering her with a gentle, but motivated movement of his hips, he exhaled as if trying to catch his breath. The feeling was overwhelmingly blissful to him. How she wrapped around his member so perfectly as if he were fitted for her. After their first time he had known from just that initial taste of her sex and he was now eternally addicted.
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Finnick removes his own underwear to toss them to the side. He holds himself in his hand, stroking his length as he returns to her, his lips seeking hers first. His stomach presses against her silky skin connecting their warmth. The sound of her breath near his ear is arousing as he hears her breathe faster in anticipation.
Only then does a seductive sly grin come across his face. His mind rapidly explores the possibilities of what he desires to do in that quick moment. With his extended arm propping him up to hover over her, he rubs the head of his cock against her wet opening. Teasing her to further heighten the anticipation. He lightly moistens his own lips watching her wait for it. It's then that he finds Annie completely irresistible.
He remembers their first time. It had been two years after her Games. There had been times when he was unsure if he dared touch her and contaminate her with what he had been made to do. He just had felt so dirty that being with someone so beautiful and genuinely pure like Annie felt wrong. Like he was the bad guy ruining her. If it hadn't been for her gentle touches and the reassurance she had given him, he would have never have had the courage to do it. Everything had been done so slowly. So carefully. He didn't want to ruin the one good solid thing in his life. He couldn't live with himself if he did.
Now entering her with a gentle, but motivated movement of his hips, he exhaled as if trying to catch his breath. The feeling was overwhelmingly blissful to him. How she wrapped around his member so perfectly as if he were fitted for her. After their first time he had known from just that initial taste of her sex and he was now eternally addicted.