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"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."

"I want you to fuck me deep," Mac says, curling her fingers against the sheets. "Not...hard necessarily but don't hold back?"

"You think I ever manage to really hold back with you?" he asks, shifting behind her on his knees, letting his cock slide against her but not into her, not yet. "You know how hard that is?"

Mac whimpers a little. "No, how hard is it to hold back? Very hard?"

"Impossible, when it's you, darlin'," he says, wrapping his fingers around his cock, rubbing it against her, using it to tease her. "Harder than almost anyone else I've ever had."

"Is it because I'm a brat?" Mac asks, sighing a little at the feel of him. "God, you feel so good."

"Definitely some of it," he admits, still teasing. "And there's the fact that you're beautiful and, for some reason, you want to be mine."

"Of course I do," Mac says softly. "You've wonderful to me."

"I do my best, darlin'," he says, and starts to ease into her, slow at first.

"Oh fuck," Mac whimpers, rocking forward a little. It feels so fucking good and she loves every second of it.

"Yes, Ma'am," he says, taking it as an instruction and starting to move, sliding all the way into him.

"So good. Fuck me? Do you want me to talk dirty?" Mac usually ends up talking nonstop during sex and this is no exception.

"You know I like to hear you, darlin'," he says, his hands on her hips to hold her steady as he starts to fuck her, deep like she asked for, not slamming into her but going as far as he can on every stroke.

"I just never know what to say," Mac says, hissing a curse beneath her breath. "God, I love it when your cock slides into me. You feel how wet I am? How wet I get for you?"

"I feel that intensely, darlin'," he says, rocking into her, fucking her in long, smooth strokes. "And I like it best when you don't think about it too hard. Just let the words...tumble out."

"Fuck," Mac whimpers softly. "Fuck, I just want to feel you. All I want is to just be like this as long as possible."

"I'll do my best, darlin," he says, grinning, "But I'm only human."

"I know," MacKenzie whimpers softly. "Fuck, harder? Is that going to be all right?"

"It'll be alright," he promises, thrusting into her harder. He's given up trying to explain to her that if anything is going to happen to this baby then it won't be this.

Mac knows that logically, nothing will happen to her baby but she feels hyperaware of it all the time and is still nervous about her body and what she can do with it. She's not sure how to ease that fear but she relaxes a little now, his cock hitting her deep and worries and fears drifting away.

"Oh...fuck...fuck please."

His hands tighten on his hips, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. "Ask for what you want, Mac."

"Rub my clit?" she asks, bold as she can manage. Jackson always seems to like bold out of her.