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Mac has never been a sound sleeper since being embedded. Two years in a war zone made her wary of every footfall and every noise tends to rouse her. Worse still is the fact that she's not used to sharing a bed with anyone on a regular basis and this has become a bit of a learning curve.

She wakes up in a cold sweat yet again, heart racing. She rolls her eyes, completely annoyed with herself, and brushes a hand against Jackson's shoulder. "Sorry. Bad dream. Did I wake you?"

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"It would," Mac agrees. "God, I love it. Why do I let you do this to me?"

"Because you do love it," he says, starting to move that finger inside her, fucking her slowly. "Because you know you love it, darlin'."

"I have less sense than previously thought," Mac says, whimpering a little. "Oh, but you're good to me."

"You make it real easy darlin'," he says, still fucking her. "Where's my finger, Mac? What's it doin'?"

"You're fucking my ass," Mac says softly. "That's where it is, your finger is fucking my ass."

"That's right," he says, twisting it inside her before he starts to press another one inside her. "And you love it, don't you?"

"Yes," Mac whimpers, biting her lip a little. "God, you know I love it. You hardly even have to ask me."

"I don't, but we've talked about how I like to hear you say things," he says, pushing two fingers into her this time, harder than before. "Like what you want, and what you like, and what it makes you feel like." He lets her adjust to the two fingers. "You now, sometimes, I idly think about there bein' two of me, so I could really see to you properly."

"I guess we could find another man," Mac says, less than enthused about that particular prospect. Still, if he wanted it, she's open to it.

He shakes his head, where she can't see him.

"I ain't crazy about the idea of sharin' you, darlin'. Thought I'd made myself clear about that. It'll just have to stay a pretty picture. Move your hips for me, Mac. Squirm a little."

Mac squirms a little and sighs, sighing a little more when the movement stretches her.

"I don't want anyone else," she murmurs. "So there you go."

"Would you let anyone else do this to you?" he asks her, fucking her deeply, slowly. "The really dirty things you do for me? Play with your tits for me, Mac."

Nobody has ever asked her to do these things but Mac isn't sure she would for anyone else except...well, he wouldn't ask anyway so it's moot.

"No," she says, playing with herself. "Just you."

He grins at that. He can't help it.

"I want you to get one hand down between your legs and play with yourself," he instructs. "Make yourself come with my fingers in your ass."

It takes some doing but Mac manages to get a hand beneath her and rub at her clit. It won't take much. It hardly ever takes long.

"Jackson, please?"

"Jackson please what?" he asks her, twisting his fingers. "What're you asking for, Mac?"

"Fuck me. Cock in my cunt," Mac manages, breathless. "Be...easy about it but God, please?"

"You need to come for me before that happens," he says, dragging his fingers almost all of the way out of her before he pushes back into her. "You know that."

"Wouldn't it feel better for me to come around your cock? No condom, just me?" Mac isn't above persuasion when it comes to this.

"Who says you're not going to come on my cock too?" he asks her. "Right now, I want you to put your head down and make yourself come because I've told you to, Mac."

Mac whimpers and puts her head down, concentrating on just making herself come so that she can finally just fuck him. It doesn't take long once she concentrates and she cries out his name, not really concerned about how loud she is.

God, he loves it when she comes like that. He drags his fingers out of her and takes hold of her hips.

"On your back," he says. "I want to be able to kiss you."

It's sort of intimate and sweet and Mac shifts to lay on her back for him. "This, I think I can do."

He shifts her knees apart and slips between her thighs, cock in hand.

"You want it?"

"I want you," Mac murmurs, sliding her hand into his hair. "Please?"

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