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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'm good, I'm fine," she promises. "I'm just a little overwhelmed. It's not...I'm just too worked up."

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"You need me to stop?" He's still fucking her, but slower than before, waiting for permission before he goes back to what they were doing. He smooths one hand over her spine, swallows back a moan.

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"No," Mac assures him. "I'm sorry, I don't do well with emotions sometimes. I'm not hurt or anything."

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"Come on then," he says, tone gentle but his thrusting picking up pace again. "I want to feel you come on my cock again."

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"I think we can manage," Mac says, drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly. "God, you feel good, so good."

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"Tell me how good," he says, his hands smoothing over her back as he fucks her, getting closer and closer herself.

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"Did you just miss the hysterics?" Mac asks incredulously. "You blew my mind."

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He laughs and, just like that, he's coming, rocking into her, moaning, his hands tight on her hips.

"Jesus Christ."

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"Oh!" It feels good, so good, and Mac rolls forward to take his last few thrusts. "Christ, you're amazing."

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When he's done, when he's ridden it out completely, he reaches up to tug the blindfold from over her eyes.

"What do you say we save the rest for another day?"

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"Yes, I agree," Mac says, sighing a little in relief. "I'm not going to be able to walk for the next three days so you're going to have to wait a little while."

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"I'll write down directions to my place," he says, rolling onto his back. "You can swing by any time."