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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.

"Sounds like your tastes are changin', darlin'," he teases, shifting up onto his knees and off the bed so he can slip his underwear off. "Something gentle? Something sweet?"

Mac frowns. "It's hormones, probably. I feel excessively cuddly of late and I don't know when that happened."

"Well, I'm happy to oblige," he says, sliding back onto the bed with her. "But I'll admit to missing the other."

She frowns a little deeper. "We can have what you want. I'm not that picky, I promise. How do you want it?"

"Darlin', I'm teasing you," he says, sliding between her thighs but not doing anything else, not yet. "I'll admit that you look fuckin' beautiful on your knees."

Mac gives him a mischievous smile. "What about my hands and knees?"

"Even better," he says, leaning down to kiss her, his weight caught on his hands, teasing them both.

"I could do that now," Mac decides, kissing him softly. "If you were, you know. Interested?"

"In your on all fours?" he asks her, stroking the side of her face. "Darlin', I'm always interested in you like that."

"So I'll get on my hands and knees for you," Mac decides, grinning at him. "All right?"

"More than alright, darlin," he says, shifting away from her, giving her the room to move.

Mac shifts so she's on her hands and knees. "Now you get to see my ass, right?"

"It is rather a fine view, darlin'," he says, rubbing his hand over her, squeezing gently.

"I'm fond of it," Mac says, even though she's never had the pleasure. She just knows that apparently Jackson is fond of it and that's enough for her.

He lets his fingers stray into the cleft of her ass, stroking back and forth. "Remind me of what else you're fond of?"

Mac's breath catches. "This," she whispers. "What you're doing right now? Fond of that."

"Good answer," he says, pulling his hand away from her for long enough to suck his fingers, getting them good and slick before he presses them back against her.

"Feels so good," Mac murmurs, rocking forward a little on her elbows. "So good."

"You want something else, you're going to have to ask for it, Mac," he warns, pressing lightly against her with his fingers. "You know you will."

"Ask explicitly?" Mac asks, wondering just how much he'll let her get away with.

"As explicitly as you can manage, darlin," he says, landing a light smack of her ass. "If you please."