Finnick's POV:

"Hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go"…how in the world did that tune get stuck in my mind? I've been alternating between whistling and humming it since I entered the shuttle. I can feel the glares radiating off of the people within hearing range and quickly decide to find something else to occupy my mind.

Glancing around I find it odd that there seems to be a lot more women riding this shuttle than usual. I wonder what's up with that? I hardly notice any men sitting in my section of the shuttle. Weird. I shift uncomfortably in my seat tugging on the hem of my knee length shorts. What? You thought I wore my Speedo to work? Hell, no! I am completely aware of the effect this body has on women and I DO NOT like being fondled "accidentally" by thousands of horny, repressed women! I keep this package appropriately covered until I'm in the security of my office or my flat. Sheesh, people.

I rest my head back against the headrest and close my eyes, trying to block out the noise around me. I let my mind drift to my favorite subject, Annie. She's the other half of my whole. The missing puzzle in my life. The melody in my song. The current to my ocean. It was destiny that we are together. She completes me.

She is the mortal embodiment of all things perfect in my life. Inside and out. She has the biggest heart, pure gold. She maintains a quiet, restful spirit that soothes me. She is overflowing with love, joy and a determination to make my life happy and content. It makes me reluctant to leave her in the morning and anxious to run back to her every evening.

If you asked me what my favorite thing about Annie was I'd have to say it's her eyes. Large, expressive, cerulean blue eyes framed by long, thick black lashes. I find myself staring into those eyes for long periods of time, unable to think or to bring coherent thoughts together. Her lips are heart shaped and just the right size – not too thick or too thin. Just plump enough to suck in between my teeth. Mmmm…. Her wheat colored hair hangs thick and straight down to her shoulder blades. Its silky soft and glossy and I love to tangle my hands up in it. Her skin is perfection itself – the color of coffee with a little too much creamer in it. She is petite, standing only about 5' 2" and tucks perfectly into my body each night.

Her breasts – mmmm, her breasts. They are full enough to perfectly fill my hands as I caress them, and no more. Her tiny waist is easily encompassed by my splayed hands and delicately slopes down to perfectly rounded hips that dip down to paradise. She has a tone, but full, derriere that I love to grip while I make love to her. Her legs are thin, but shapely and slope down to perfectly tiny feet that love to rest in the small of my back as I nestle against her center. Yes, my Annie is perfection personified. And – she's all mine. 100%. And I am completely devoted to her – I worship her. I never can get enough of her.

Naturally, my thoughts meander back to the mind blowing sex we had last night. My pure, raw, combustible need relieved only by her ministrations and mewels. She is supple and limber, the perfect lover. Every whisper, each moan, sigh, whisper settles low in my belly and fuels the flames that threaten to consume me. Last night was no exception.

I came home from work to find her waiting for me in the kitchenette. She had set out a cold beer and a small candy bowl of sugar cubes. I freaking love sugar cubes – an old habit from my Hunger Games days I can't seem to find the will to break. She sat across the small table from me and quietly asked me about my adventures at work. Every day at work is an adventure. When I finished my beer, she took my hand and guided me to the shower. She pressed a few buttons, programming the perfect waterfall and temperature for me. She turned back to me and slowly undressed me, allowing her hands to run across my chest, down my hips and slowly cupped my ass as she tip-toed up to softly kiss me. My reaction was very evident – hard and straight forward, if I do say so myself. Damn! That woman knows how to rock my world.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and attempted to press my erection against her hip. Stepping back and smiling up at me, she wagged a perfectly manicured finger in front of me. "No, no, no! You are taking a shower first and that's final!" She reached down and swiftly untied the sash on her satin robe, allowing it to fall like water off of her shoulders and pool around her feet. Fuck. Me. Now! She was utterly & completely naked underneath all that satin. I groaned deeply while my dick twitched in anticipation of what was quickly promising to be a very delightful shower. "Damn, woman! You'll be the death of me, yet!"

Laughing gently, she pushed me into the warm, steamy shower. She had programmed a light, warm summer rainfall and the gentle patter of the rain on the tile was soothing and erotic. She took a sponge and lathered it with a soft, woodsy scented soap and set about ridding my body of every particle of grime. She left no spot untouched – from the top of my head all the way down to my toes, gently massaging and exfoliating and setting my skin on fire. My body was rock hard when she was done with me. Fucking marble!

Unable to bear her ministrations any longer, I felt it was only fair to return the favor, which I was more than happy to do. I tried to be very thorough, more than thorough in a few choice places if her moans were any indication. When the last bubble of soap was rinsed from our bodies, I placed my hands on that favorite ass of mine and scooped her into my arms. She wrapped her lovely legs around my waist and I stepped under the drier. Once we were both completely dry, tangle free and toasty, I whispered in her ear that I needed a little snack to tide me over until dinner. Looking innocently into my eyes, she asked me what I had in mind.

I walked her over to our bed and gently deposited her on the edge. She made a move to scoot back, but I grabbed her hips and stilled her. Leaning over her, I stared into those deep blue eyes until I thought I would drown and realized that I stopped breathing. Slowly I lowered my lips to hers intending to kiss her ever so softly, gently nipping and sucking at them. Once the honey and almond taste of her was on my tongue I lost all perspective. I heard a loud rumble erupt and realized it must have come from me. I crushed my lips down over hers, swiped my tongue across her to gain entrance, which she willingly opened, and began to suck her tongue as though it were a lollipop and I were a sugar starved child.

I pulled back to catch my breath and her heaving chest caught my eye. I laid her back on the bed and leaned down to capture a soft pink nipple in my mouth. I lathed it with my tongue and sucked it deeply into my mouth, feeling it rise and pearl up under my ministrations. Then I performed the same act upon her other breast. She moaned deeply and arched her breast into my mouth as I gently sucked and licked them thoroughly. "Mmmm, ooohhhh. Finnick, oh god, Finnick. That feels soooo gooood, baby…. MMMmhhhhhh…."

Unbelievably, my shaft stiffened even more. Can you get stiffer than Marble?

I trailed kisses down her stomach, dipping into her tiny belly button and sucking on it, eliciting another delicious moan from the owner of said belly button. Leisurely I made my way to the center of my universe, her beautiful, very wet, swollen sex. Grabbing her ankles, I placed a foot on each side of her and glided my hands up the soft skin of her thighs, holding them in place. I kneeled at the foot of the bed and lightly breathed across her glistening folds, listening to her quick intake of breath. I inhaled that sweet, musky scent that is all Annie. I growled softly – that scent is tailor made for me and I can never get enough of it. My mouth began to salivate. I leaned in and took a taste of her sweet honey. I placed my tongue full and flat against her entrance and slowly licked up until I crossed over her engorged bud. Using the tip of my tongue, I made my way back down, dipping into her honey pot for the delicious treasures within. "Oh, god, Finnick. Don't stop. Oh, don't…"

Well, what would you have done? What could I do? I had to obey – her wish is my command. I repeated this until her hips were bucking against my face which was firmly fastened in place by the two hands fisted into my hair. Feeling her body become tense, I heard her whimper. "Finn, I'm going…FINN. Unnnhhh, oh, baby – Finn. I'm…cum…" "Cum for me, Annie. Now, baby." I breathed back to her, flicking my tongue across her clit and shoving 2 fingers deep into her essence as she screamed out my name and shattered into tiny pieces.

As she lay trying to catch her breath, I stood and removed my fingers from her pulsing core. I reached between my own legs to my throbbing member and gently stroked him, coating him with her juices. I bent down and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her deeply to show her how sweet she tasted to me. I could feel her sighs deep down in her chest as her hands found their way back into my hair, locking me tightly against her lips. Kneeling over her at the edge of the bed, I gently tugged her to the center of the bed, but before I could nestle myself between her legs, her hands found my throbbing cock and proceeded to firmly stroke me.

My hips bucked against her hand – I swear they have a mind of their own – causing her to smile. "Lay down, Finn. It's my turn to pleasure you." Again – her wish is my command. She knelt at my side, grabbing my very neglected member tightly in her hand and stroked slowly from base to tip several times, flicking her thumb over the dew covered slit with each pass. Her other hand cupped my sac and gently kneaded and rolled it between those perfectly manicured fingers. She leaned over my shaft and licked the dew off the tip, mouth fucking my head until I thought it would cry. Her lips opened further to deepen her intent and sucked me into her mouth, moaning and humming until I felt the back of her throat against me. Up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. When I thought I was going to literally cum apart, I grabbed her arms and pulled her up to kiss her, flipping her over and in one swift thrust, I sheathed myself to the hilt in her swollen cunt. I froze, not even daring to breath. "Don't move, Annie. I'm not ready for this to be over yet and if you move I won't be able to stop."

Leaning my forehead against hers, breathing deeply, I frantically struggled to regain some semblance of control over my raging dick. I kissed her deeply trying desperately to focus on another part of our bodies. Finally I was able to calm down and knew I'd be able to go on. I pulled out until only my tip remained within and slowly thrusted in and out. Oh, sweet mother fucker. She was so fucking tight. Hot. Wet, Soft. My own personal heaven in my very own Garden of Eden.

Annie whimpered and reached her hands down to grab my ass, shifting and granting me deeper access, rising to meet each thrust. This angle was spectacular. I could feel every inch of me being gripped by her hot core. I settled into a steady rhythm, allowing our bodies to sync together.

"Look at me, baby," I whispered in her ear. She opened her eyes and gazed at me through a lust filled haze. My heart stopped beating. I did that to her. I fucking did that to her! You have no idea the power that came to me with that realization. It's what I live for – to be able to give this to her, this release, this pleasure, my love. Looking back into those deep pools of blue I whispered, "I love you, Annie Odair."

"I love you, too, my Finnick. With all of my heart until it stops beating, I love you." I had to give her more. "Cum with me, love. Let me look into your eyes while you cum for me." Her breath caught as her hands, which had been running up and down from my shoulders to my hips, dug deep into my ass and her hips arched off the bed. Her legs spread wide on each side of me as she tried to consume me. I couldn't believe how deep she was. I felt the throbbing at the base of my shaft, the hot molten lava that began to boil deep down inside, warning me of the eminent orgasm rising up within me.

"Cum now, Annie. I need to see you cum for me." I watched her face intently as she threw her head back and screamed my name as she came, clamping down on my cock as her sweet honey began to flow down over my sac and between my legs. I couldn't hold back any longer. I was completely undone as this – the most fucking beautiful and sexy woman – came over me. Thrusting as hard and fast as I could, I climaxed, arching into her, jerking back and forth until every last drop of my seed had spilled deep within her. Exhausted and struggling for breath, we collapsed. I gasped as she rode out the last tendrils of her orgasm, grinding against my over-stimulated cock. I kissed and nuzzled along the side of her neck from the soft spot under her ear to her collar bone as she slid her hands up and down my back and over my ass, until we both fell asleep, fully sated, exhausted and with me still tucked securely deep within her.

I felt a lurch and opened my eyes. Looking around I realized that it was extremely quiet and every eye on the shuttle was focused on me. I smirked, realizing that was probably the most erotic wet dream any of them will ever get to witness. Shit. I'm going to have to find another shuttle. Yeah, I'll look into that just as soon as I find a way to keep my hard on from tenting out my shorts!