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It's fucking hot.

Mac has never been the best when she's not in complete comfort and while she didn't bitch when she was embedded because she had a job to do, she's back on the island after having been in air conditioning for three days and she's annoyed. It's irrational, but nothing about pregnancy is rational, is it?

Jackson is next to her, which makes the bed that much warmer, and she huffs and comes out from under the sheet to lay on top of it completely naked. She fans herself ineffectually with her hand.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn hot?"

She's possibly whining more than a little.

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"How do you mean 'show you off'?" he asks, rubbing his fingers down the crack of her ass.

"Fuck me with your fingers?" Mac tries, not sure how to actually accomplish that. "Let them see what I let you do to me."

"Spread yourself with your hands," he says. "Show me what you got, darlin."

Mac does as he asks, shivering a little in anticipation. "Just like this?"

"That's perfect, darlin'," he says, toeing off his boots so he can move more quietly, stepping around the table behind her and sinking down onto his knees.

"Can everyone see me?" she whispers, voice small while she tries to keep herself in the mindset she's being watched.

"Mmmmhmm," he says, and then he leans in, pressing his lips against her tailbone. It's almost chaste, the way he kisses her.

"Does it make you jealous at all? Since I'm yours?" God, she's so ridiculously turned on right now and she's not sure what to do about it.

"Not jealous, no," he says, not pressing his mouth against her again, not yet, just breathing against her skin. "Because I know you're mine. Nothin' to be jealous of, right? They can look all they damn well please."

"Look but not touch," Mac says quietly. "Because I belong to you. Do they like what they see?"

"They seem very appreciative," he says, smirking at how into this she is, leaning forward and trailing his tongue against her.

Mac shivers a little. "Oh...oh fuck. They want to be where you are, don't they? Having me?"

"Of course they do," he says, hands on her thighs to keep them spread. "Darlin', anyone would want to be right here."

"You make me so happy," Mac whispers softly. "I'm happiest when I'm with you."

"Darlin', you say the sweetest things," he says, pressing his mouth against her again, sucking lightly. "Why don't you tell those nice folks what I'm doing to you right now? Describe how it makes you feel for them."

Mac whimpers a little. This is a little more exposed than she's comfortable with but she knows she can muddle through it.

"You're licking me and it makes me so fucking wet."

"Not as detailed as I'd like, darlin', but that's good," he says, nudging her forward on the table, lifting her ass a little.

"You need more?" she asks, voice cracking just a little. "How much more?"

"I want to know," he says, lifting his head and rubbing his thumb over slick skin,teasing her asshole, "how me doing this to you in front of people would make you feel."

"Embarrassed," Mac says softly. "Used and objectified."

"Good," he says, pressing more firmly against her. "Now beg for more."

"Put your cock in my ass, please?" she begs, hoping she has done a good enough job at that.

"You want my cock in your ass?" He asks, smirking. "My tongue not enough for you?"

"It's nice," Mac concedes. "But I really want your cock. Please?"

"Alright," he says, retrieving the lube that he'd slipped into his pocket for just this purpose. "Why don't you tell them what position you'd like to get fucked in?"