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"We could go back to my place, if you wanted. It's private." Mac is very glad she lives alone and that her neighbors don't seem terribly interested in her comings and goings because it affords her the luxury of having someone over whenever she wants.

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"I had something in mind," Mac says, giving him her best attempt at a wicked little smile. "But I've got to be on my knees for it."

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"Sounds like the perfect place to me, darlin'," says Jackson, brushing another kiss across her mouth. "You waitin' for a formal invitation?"

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"Er, no," Mac says, realizing this is awkward and she should just get on with it. She takes the opportunity to sink down to her knees. This is something she's actually fond of and feels like she's good at - not that one puts 'giving head' on a CV.

She looks up and flashes him a grin. "Any preferences?"

[allfleshandblood]

"Take your time," he says, brushing his fingers through her hair. He grins down at her. "Other than that, you knock yourself out, darlin'." It's not like he isn't ready.

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Mac likes to take her time with this. She thinks that as a feminist she should be offended about this particular sex act but she completely isn't, not when she knows she can have a man right where she wants him just because she's clever with her mouth.

She likes it, and she's enthusiastic, and she starts by sliding her mouth down on him slowly with the bare minimum of contact because she wants to make this spectacular and that means doing something more than just going 0-60 in the first go.

[allfleshandblood]

He's had his fair-share of this and, right from the start, he can see that she's going to rank highly. The urge is there to let his head fall back, but he keeps it up, keeps his eyes down and on her, looking beautiful as it's possible to be, right there, naked on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

"That's it, darlin'," he says.

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Praise has always been sought after and Mac will fully admit she's a glutton for it. She isn't entirely sure what that says about her but she tightens her mouth around him and presses lips and tongue into service while her hands wander all over his skin. This is going to be good if she has anything to say about it.

[allfleshandblood]

Clearly, a kind word goes a long way with her. Jackson groans, rocking his hips to push further past her lips, careful not to thrust too deep. His thumb brushes along her cheekbone.

"You like that, huh?"

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Mac hums in response, imagining that stopping to say something wouldn't be welcome, and swallows a little deeper.

She imagines her blush is enough of a tell that she does like his praise.

[allfleshandblood]

"That's a good girl," he says, still rolling his hips shallowly, his fingers combing through her hair. "You should use your fingers. Get yourself good and ready - lemme feel you moan, darlin'."

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It's absolutely fucking ridiculous but damned if she doesn't do exactly what he says. Mac has no idea what that says about her but it got her hot and she guesses that's all that matters. It's a little bit distracting, the feel of her fingers, and she lets him slip a little from her mouth in the process.

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Jackson more than likes some spirit in his girls, it's true, but he also has always appreciated a woman who knows how to do what she's told when it suits her. His fingers tighten slightly in her hair and he rocks his hips forward, aiming to focus her some.

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Mac imagines there's a conversation that needs to be had about now, considering she doesn't know if he wants to finish like this or to fuck her or what but she just sucks a little harder and really focuses on making it good as she can. She is getting worked up too, if the urgency of her fingers means anything, and eventually something is going to have to give one way or another.

[allfleshandblood]

He's got every intention of finishing here and then keeping them both busy until he can go about the other. He shows no signs of trying to pull out of her mouth, fingerrs still in her hair, head still tilted to watch her as her mouth slides over him.

"Not much longer, darlin'," he says. Might be all the warning she gets.

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Well, if he wants it like this, Mac is happy enough to oblige him. She's never really had a problem with swallowing and since she's a little drunk, the gag reflex isn't much of an issue either. She relaxes her throat and hopes he takes that as implied permission to go ahead and just fuck her mouth until he finishes.

[allfleshandblood]

He takes the invitation where it's given, rocking his ships, fucking her mouth until he comes, his fingers tight in her hair.

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Mac rocks back on her heels once he's done and takes a moment to just breathe before making the effort to stand back up.

"Mmm, I do love doing that. Few things are better."

[allfleshandblood]

He sways in immediately, pressing a kiss against her mouth, tasting himself on her lips and the tip of her tongue.

"What else do you love, darlin?" he asks her, grinning. Never hurts to have a map of the terrain, after all.

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"Lots of things," Mac says, flashing him a grin in response. "And I'm willing and open to experimentation. That's always a good thing in a woman, isn't it?"

[allfleshandblood]

"Best possible quality," he says, one hand sliding down her back to her ass, pulling her hips in tight against his. "So how about you take me to bed, and then we'll experiment some?"

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"That sounds like an excellent plan," Mac says, kissing him again before pulling him toward the bed. "Maybe you can figure out what I like. I'm pretty easy to please, it shouldn't be hard."

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"Looks like you liked being told what to do while you were on your knees," he says, smirking, tugging her up onto the bed with him, ontop of him, against his bare chest.

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"It was all right," Mac lies. She's terrible at lying but that's something she hasn't actually encountered in bed before now and she needs a little time to settle with that new knowledge before she's comfortable including it in her list of kinks or anything like that.

"I don't...it's not like a thing I do or anything."

[allfleshandblood]

"If you say so," he says, leaning up to press a kiss against the hollow of her throat, letting his mouth wander down, his hands skimming her sides. "You do know there are no rules here, right? No-one here but you and me."

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"I've never gotten off on that before," Mac clarifies. "But you read me the right way, I did like it. So. That's all I know about it."