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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 I make you feel, darlin'?" he asks, pressing his cock into her, his hands grazing up her sides to cup both tits, squeezing her nipples beween his fingers.

"Like I'm something precious to you," Mac admits. It's a bit softer and more sentimental than she thinks she ought to be but it honestly does feel that way.

"Good," he says, because it's utterly true, something completely removed from sex but tied up together with it, all the same. "You look like such a goddamned picture like that, darlin'."

"Ridiculous one," she scoffs. "But thank you. God, you feel good."

"Not ridiculous at all," he says, pressing into her harder, still fondling her tits. "Helpless and used, maybe. Mine."

"Yours," Mac echoes softly, whimpering a little at the feel of his hands. "Fuck, I'm always yours. No matter how you want me."

"I want you every way I can get you, darlin," he says, thrusting up into her harder, deeper. "Think that's pretty clear by now."

"Crystal," Mac agrees. "Though God only knows why you want me so much."

"You don't see yourself," he says, letting one hand drop down between her legs, pressing two fingers inside her.

"So I should stop questioning your taste?" she asks, whimpering at the feel of his fingers. "Oh honey, please? More?"

"I think you should," he says, thumb pressed firm against her clit, fucking her from both directions, keeping her pressed forward against the wall.

"Jackson, God, you're killing me," she murmurs, tightening around him as best she can manage.

"You know I'm not," he says, grinning, sucking at the bare skin of her shoulder as he fucks her.

"You are," she counters, groaning. "Fuck me, Jackson, please? God, just fuck me."

"What else do you want from me, darlin'?" he asks her, pressing his cock into her for emphasis. "You're being fucked, aren't you?"

"I want to come," she decides, squeezing around him again. "And then I want you to come too."

"So you get to come first," he says, fingers sliding into her hair to tug her head back slightly as he presses into her. "Why don't you tell me what you're going to need to come, Mac? Nice clear voice."

"I need you to rub my clit," Mac says, groaning a little. "Please, Jackson? Please?"

"I want you to beg me for it, Mac," he says, fingers tightening in her hair a little as his cock slides into her ass. "Really convince me."

"Jesus fuck, how much more do you want me to say? I need you," she murmurs, breath coming quick. "I need this."

"What if I don't care?" he asks her, pulling almost out of her ass before he pushes all of the way back in. "What if I like making you squirm like this? What if I like the idea of making you go to bed with my come on you and desperate to come?"

Mac sucks in a deep breath and nearly sobs. "You can't, I can't take it," she says, as desperate as she's ever felt with him.

"So beg me, Mac," he says, pressing into her again. "Convince me."

"God, Jackson, please? You're the only one who can make it better," she says, biting her lip a little as he rocks back into her. "You're all I need. Please?"

She sounds suitably desperate and he takes pity on her, hand snaking around to slip between her legs, two fingers pressed against her clit as he fucks her.