"Yes—" Rachel's voice broke as he did it again, the sensation making her hips roll involuntarily.
Mac's mouth moved to her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there, and Rachel's head fell back, a moan escaping. His hands continued their exploration, learning what made her gasp, what made her grip his shoulders tighter.
"I've been wanting to do this since our first date," Mac murmured against her skin. "Wanted to touch you, learn what makes you make those sounds."
"Mac—" Her fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth moved lower, kissing along her collarbone, then lower still to the swell of her breasts above her bra.
His hands moved to her back, finding the clasp of her bra. Rachel nodded, unable to form words.
Mac unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. For a moment he just looked at her, his eyes dark with want.
"God, Rachel—" His hands came up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and Rachel's back arched, pressing into his touch.
"Please—" she gasped, not even sure what she was asking for.
Mac took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, and Rachel cried out, her hips grinding down hard against him. She could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and the friction was making her dizzy.
"You feel so good," Mac groaned against her skin, his hands gripping her hips, helping her rock against him. "So fucking good."
Rachel's hands were everywhere, his hair, his shoulders, his chest, like she couldn't get enough. Mac's mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention, while one of his hands slid down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against him.
"Mac—" Rachel was panting now, heat coiling low in her belly. "I need—"
"What do you need?" His hand slid from her ass to her hip, then up to cup her face. "Tell me."
"I don't know," she admitted, rolling her hips again. "More. I need more."
Mac kissed her hard, then his hand moved between them, cupping her through her jeans. Rachel gasped at the pressure, even through the layers of fabric.
"Is this okay?" Mac asked, his hand moving in slow circles.
"Yes—God, yes—"
Mac worked the button of her jeans open, the zipper sliding down. His hand slipped inside, over her underwear, and Rachel's whole body tensed at the first touch.
"So wet already," Mac murmured, his fingers stroking over the damp fabric. "Fuck, Rachel—"
Rachel's hips moved against his hand, seeking more friction. Mac's fingers pressed harder, finding her clit through her underwear and circling it slowly.
"Mac—" Rachel's voice was high and breathy. "That's—oh God—"
"You like that?" Mac's other hand was in her hair, tilting her head so he could watch her face. "Look at me, Rachel."
She opened her eyes, meeting his dark gaze as his fingers continued their slow, torturous circles. The intimacy of it; him watching her, seeing her come undone, was almost too much.
Mac's fingers slipped under the edge of her underwear, touching her directly for the first time. Rachel gasped, her whole body shuddering.
"You're so ready," Mac groaned. "So fucking perfect. Can I—"
His finger slid through her folds, gathering her wetness, then circled her clit with slick fingers. Rachel's head fell forward onto his shoulder, a moan muffled against his skin.
"That's it," Mac encouraged, his fingers working her steadily. "Let me hear you."
Rachel was trembling now, her hips rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure building inside her. Mac's fingers moved faster, and Rachel felt herself climbing, getting closer—
And suddenly it was too much. Too fast. Too intense.
"Wait—" Rachel grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Mac, wait—"
