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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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"Let's get it off," Mac whispers, sliding a hand between them to work on the buttons of her blouse.

"Just going to be in the way, otherwise."

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He gives her some room, lets her be the one who unbuttons her blouse and then he slips it down off her shoulders. He's wearing the familiar layers, vest over a shirt and he starts to thumb open his own buttons, leaning in to kiss her again, because he can't resist it. He doesn't want to.

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It's been a little while since she's undressed in front of someone new since she's been with Nikola off and on the last few months. It still makes her nervous but not so much she wants to stop; Mac lets her shirt fall to the floor and works on her skirt.

"Too many layers," she says, laughing quietly.

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He likes this new fangled underwear, how light and delicate it is next to the heavy stays and boning that he's used to. He lets his eyes linger on her for a moment as he shrugs out of shirt and waistcoat.

"Come off easy enough," he says, starting on his pants.

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"Thank God for small favors," Mac agrees, stepping out of the skirt and reaching back to unhook her bra. It doesn't take long from there, just a few moments, and then she's finally naked and ready for more.

"Be glad I have an actual house. I've been told I'm loud."

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"There is nothing wrong with that, darlin'," says Jackson, with feeling, stripping himself as naked as he is because he steps in against her with an appreciative look. "Now - I've got a feelin' we could go all night, so where'd you want to start?"

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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?"

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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."

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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?"