As she lets go, Finnick exhales audibly through his mouth, a shaky, aroused sigh as he leans forward without hesitation.

He doesn't need to take his time, nor does he need such gentleness from her, although it's nice. She could certainly be more demanding without any protest. Finnick hikes up her dress, which is really not difficult to do, and spreads her legs wider, burying his head between them. He moans as soon as he smells her, tastes her, his tongue softly finding her clit and immediately sucking gently at it. He's incredibly turned on already, his cock hard and leaking onto his lap, but there's nothing to grind against in this position. Somehow, that only makes it better, makes him feel more desperate, as all he can do is wrap his arms around her further and bury himself in deeper.