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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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"Well, yes, ma'am, I believe I do," he says, smirking as he teases both breasts, her clit. "But I am waiting to feel you come again so I can play with your ass. How much more you need for me here, Mac? What's it gonna take to push you over?"

"I'm close," Mac warns him. She is. She feels her toes curling and everything in her body is primed to come again just because he wants it and it's ridiculous.

"A little more?"

He grins, taking his mouth away from her Tits entirely and shifting down between her spread legs, replacing the press of his thumb against her clit with his tongue.

Oh, that's it. That's enough to tip her over the edge and she comes again, whimpering and moaning and getting louder by the second.

"God, finally, oh Jackson, mmm."

He stays where he is for a moment, indulging his own love of the taste of her before he straightens.

"Might need to move you for the next part, darlin."

"Oh? Well, I'm not opposed," Mac promises, sighing a little as she comes down. "You can move me."

"Sweet of you to say," he says, leaning up to kiss her. "You choose - what position to you like best when I've got my fingers in your ass."

"Well, it might be more comfortable on my stomach but you won't get to see my face," Mac says, mulling it over.

"And I do love the look on your face," he says.

"However you want me," Mac decides. "But kiss me first?"

With her tall tied up, he leans down and kisses her deep and full on the mouth, one hand grazing the curve of her bare breast.

Kissing is one of the things that Mac loves most in the world and Jackson is good about obliging that particular indulgence. She wishes she could move her hands and touch him but since she can't, she settles for whimpering a little as he touches her.

He unties her one limb at a time.

"Kneeling at the foot of the bed. Still on it. Hold onto the bedframe."

Mac moves, kneeling on the edge of the bed and stretching her arms out just as he asked.

"Yes, honey?"

The endearments always make him smile and he takes a moment to fondle her ass, pressed against her hip as he leans in to kiss her again.

"And what are you waiting for?"

"For you to make me feel good again," Mac says, laughing a little. "So I'm just waiting now."

"Nuh uh," he says, shaking his head, trailing his fingers down between the cheeks of her ass. "I want to hear you talk dirty."

Mac flushes a little. "Do I absolutely have to? You know it flusters me, Jackson."

"You know how I like you flustered," he says, dragging his fingers back up again.

"I want your fingers in my ass," Mac mumbles, sighing a little at the touch. God, it feels so good and she would never have expected to like it this much.

"That's a good start," he says, rubbing his fingers over her, slapping her ass with his free hand. "My fingers doin' what?"

"Jackson! For the love of God, whatever you want to do with them," Mac says, exasperated.

That makes him laugh, low against her ear.

"Would it really be so bad to just gimme what I want, Mac? Flustered or no?"

"I sound stupid," Mac protests. "When I try to talk dirty, I just sound stupid."

"You think I'd keep makin' you do it, if you sounded stupid?" he asks her, pulling his fingers away from her, for a second, sucking on one before he presses it against her again.