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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?"
He bends his head to kiss her as he pushes into her, slowly, carefully, like he knows she prefers.
They don't often fuck like this so he intends to enjoy it, going as slowly as he can bear as they kiss.
"Mhmm," he says, rocking into her, amusing kisses against the corner of her mouth. "You're so fuckin beautiful."
"Damn straight," he murmurs, hitching her leg higher against his hip, changing the angle of his cock inside her.
He huffs out a laugh against her jaw.
"Could always..." His breath catches. "Always tell me to stop."
He loves the way her mouth quirks for emphasis, wonders if she even realises that she's doing it. He presses a kiss against the point of her chin. "You bring out the best in me."
"Ain't nothin' secret about them, darlin," he says, his hand tight on her thigh to hold it there as he rocks into her, taking it easy, taking it slow. "And I like that you're into it, but that...ain't all it is, either."
"It's you, goddamnit," he breathes, getting closer and closer, no matter how slow they're going. "You have to see that, Mac."
He's not convinced by 'uh huh', but he's got too much to think about, too much to distract. He shifts, pushing up on one hand so that he can get the other between them, rubbing over her clit to give her that last little push. IT has the distinct advantage of letting him look right down into her face as he does it.
He wouldn't give a shit if she did leave a mark. Why would he? It only takes another couple of thrusts for him to come inside her, face pressed into the crook of her neck as he does.
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