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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?"

Mac levels a meaningful glance at him. "You respect that I am intelligent and capable without making me feel completely desexed. You don't roll off me after sex and check your email. It means something to you to make me feel good, to see me brought down as low as I can be and as base and natural as I can be and fuck, I love it. I love feeling like I'm gorgeous, Jackson."

"Well," says Jackson, grinning, his hand slipping down to fondle her breast. "Darlin', I do the best I can. I'm just glad it's workin' for you." He shifts, pressing his cock against her hip. "Could do with some bringin' you low and fuckin' myself right about now."

"Yes, you may," Mac says, laughing lightly. "You like fucking me, don't you?"

"I think I've shown you that pretty emphatically, darlin'," he says, squeezing her breast.

"You have," she agrees. "But I could stand to be shown again?"

That's exactly the thing that he wants to hear, especially from a girl still flushed and lovely from coming twice in two minutes. "Whatcha thinkin', darlin?"

"However you want to fuck me, Jackson," Mac murmurs. "I'm yours."

"Maybe I want to hear you say it," he says, pinching her nipple again.

"Make love to me so slow and so sweet that I'm begging for you to just fuck me and only when I'm about to lose it will you give me what I want?" Mac asks. She's running out of ways to be creative.