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There's a smart comment on the tip of his tongue but, in the end, he just goes to her, stretching out alongside her, his hand sliding down her belly.

"What do you need, darlin'?"

"I like your hands better," Mac admits slyly, biting her lip a little. "Mine are just so slender, hardly feels like I'm getting fucked at all. Yours, though, well. That's much better."

Shaking his head at that, he bends to kiss her, his hand slipping between her legs, one finger slipping into her without so much as a pause.

Mac gasps against his mouth. "Oh, mmhmm," she murmurs, squeezing around his finger. "Much better, Jackson."

He's known how to do this part, known how to do it well, since boyhood and he doesn't hesitate before slipping another finger into her, fucking her slowly, not wanting to bring her too quickly as they kiss.

God, he's good at it. It's like he knows her body better than she does and she cries out a little, rocking her hips up.

By now, he's pretty sure of exactly what Mac likes. He works his fingers over her, into her, nudging the kiss deeper, swallowing all of the little sounds that she makes.

When Mac comes, it's a little bit of a surprise because she wasn't quite ready yet and she makes a soft little noise, nipping at his lower lip as she kisses him.

She comes, his feels it while he's kissing her, feels the way she tightens around his fingers. He keeps them moving, keeps moving them slowly as they kiss.

Mac kisses him harder, trying not to cry out, and she possibly thinks this is the quietest she's ever been during an orgasm in her life. Jesus fuck.

They've done all kinds of things between them and he thinks that this might actually be one of the most intense thing that's passed between them. He breaks the kiss so that he can look at her as he touches her.

Mac breathes heavily for a moment, just watching him, and then she smiles softly. "I love you. So much more than I expected to."

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. He keeps his fingers inside her, thumb pressed snug against her clit.

"I wasn't expectin' any of this."

Mac bites her lower lip a little and squirms because she's so sensitive after she comes and if he doesn't stop she's going to come again.

"Honey?"

"Yes, darlin'?" he says, head tilted to one side, smiling as he looks down into her face.

"Whatcha doing? I'm still...oh...oh God," she murmurs, squirming a little more. "Hmm?"

"I don't know what you mean, darlin'," he says, bending his head to brush his lips against hers as he rubs his thumb in lazy circles over her clit.

Mac whimpers against his mouth. When she comes this time it's slow and drawn out, almost painful because she's so overstimulated. She's never actually done this before, come twice in such close succession.

There's a very definite sense of accomplishment involved in bringing her off twice in such quick succession, even if it's not the first time he's done it to a woman. He works her through it, eyes on her face the whole time.

"Okay, honey, have to stop touching me. Too much," Mac says, biting her lip again. "Please?"

He pulls his fingers out of her, swiping his damp thumb against her bottom lip before he kisses her.

"Good?"

"So very," she agrees, sucking his lower lip and taking a moment to just taste herself before breaking the kiss.

"I've never done that before."

"Darlin', you've been going with the wrong sort of men entirely," he says, stretching out beside her, mindful of his cock but not too pressed to do anything about it immediately. "Thank God for you we met."

"I know," Mac says, curling up against him. "I haven't...God, you think I'm sexy. And that turns me on like nothing else, it really does. I've never really been with a guy who put so much emphasis on that part of me."

"You'd rather I put more emphasis on something else?" he asks her, arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close. "Handiwork, perhaps? Your opinions on the weather?"