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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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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."

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.

"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?"

"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?"

"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."

"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.

"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."

"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."

"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."

"Maybe that does call for experimentation," says Jackson, his mouth wandering over the curve of her breast, lips and tongue teasing her nipple. "I come fully equipped for it. I'm a man of science, after all. Gotta stay true to your roots, darlin'."

Mac nods; that actually feels so good and she likes getting to be the center of attention for a moment.

"Show me what you had in mind?"

He's done this more times that he can count, so it doesn't take much to flip them, so that she ends up on her back, his body above her. He leans down to kiss her, wet, hungry, and then he pushes up, giving her some room.

"Well, he says, starting to kiss down her breast bone. "Why don't we start with you spreadin' your legs nice and wide for me and playing with your nipples for me while you do it?"

His fingers brush against her inner thigh.

It sounds like a good enough idea that Mac does exactly that without protesting it. Maybe this is something she likes and she's only just now discovering it. She slides her legs apart and touches her breast slowly, warming up to it.

"Your move, then."

She's a real picture like that and Jackson watches her for a moment before he kisses lower, hands on her thighs, keeping her legs spread wide. "That somethin' of a revelation?"

Mac blushes. "Is it that obvious? Yes. New to me."

She closes her eyes. "Are you just going to watch me?"

"It's a little obvious," he says, smirking, as he lets his mouth wander down between her legs. He groans, softly because this? This has gotta be one of his favourite things in the world.

"Oh! You can keep doing that," Mac says, relaxing a little when she feels his mouth. That's better than feeling like she's on display even if she does oddly like it.

He's always taken a lot of pride in the fact that he's good at this. He's good at it because he loves it, can see nothing better than the work of mouth and tongue, the taste of her, his fingers pressing into her thighs. After a long couple of minutes he lifts his head.

"Wonder what else we can find that you'll like."

"Fucking tease," Mac mutters. "I liked that just fine, you know. But I'm sure there's plenty of other things I like too."

He grins, pressing a kiss against her belly, pressing a finger up into her instead, fucking her slowly.

"Lemme finish this and then we can make a list. I ain't plannin' on an awful lot of sleep."

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