"Yes," Rachel whispered. "More than good."
His mouth found her collarbone, then lower, and when he reached behind her to unclasp her bra, he paused. "Still good?"
Rachel nodded, and he pulled the lace away. Mac sensed her nervousness and kissed her deeply, his hands gentle but sure as they explored, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under his touch.
"You're perfect," he murmured against her lips.
She surprised him by arching into his touch, by the small sounds she made when his mouth traced down her body, when he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked. Mac took his time, learning what made her gasp, what made her fingers tighten in his hair.
When his hand slid between her thighs, Rachel tensed before relaxing. Mac looked up at her, his eyes dark but questioning.
"Don't stop," she said, her voice shaky but sure.
He didn't. His fingers moved slowly at first, stroking her through the lace of her panties until she was wet enough to soak through the fabric. Then he hooked his fingers into the waistbandand dragged them down her legs, and Rachel had to fight not to close her thighs.
"Let me see you," Mac said softly, and Rachel let her legs fall open, her face burning.
"You’re so wet," he murmured and slid through her slickness, finding her clit and making her gasp.
When he dipped his head lower, Rachel's back arched off the bed before she could stop herself.
"Mac—" She sounded like she wasn't used to this, to being the center of attention like this, to someone taking such care with her pleasure.
"Let me," he murmured against her inner thigh. "Just feel."
When his mouth found her entrance, Rachel had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. His tongue was hot and sure, licking and sucking until her fingers tangled in his hair, and she surprised him by pulling him even closer.
"Mac, I—" She couldn't finish the sentence, her body trembling. "Please, I need—"
"I know." His fingers slid inside her while his mouth worked her clit, and Rachel shattered with a gasp that might have embarrassed her if she had any awareness left. Her whole body shook with it, her pussy clenching around his fingers, and Mac groaned against her like he loved the taste of her.
He kissed his way back up, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"That was..." Rachel covered her face with her hands.
Mac gently pulled her hands away, kissing her palms. "That was perfect. You're perfect."
She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, and slid her hand down his stomach. When she slipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped around his cock. Mac drew in a tight breath.
"Rachel—"
"Is this good?" she asked, mimicking his earlier question, and Mac groaned.
"More than good." His hips moved into her touch, andRachel felt a surge of confidence at his reaction. She stroked him slowly, her thumb sweeping over the head, feeling the moisture there, learning what made his breathing hitch.
"Fuck," Mac breathed. "I'm not going to last if you keep that up."
He reached for the nightstand, and they worked together to get the condom on, both of them trembling now. Mac positioned himself above her, the head of his cock pressing at her entrance.
"Yes." Rachel pulled him down for a kiss. "Please, Mac."
He pushed inside slowly, and they both went still, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard. Rachel's fingers dug into his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him, to the stretch.
"Come here." Low. Hoarse. Not quite a question. "Shit, you're tight."
Rachel experimented with moving her hips, and Mac groaned. He did, slowly at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, and Rachel whimpered at the sensation. The careful exploration gave way to something more urgent as Rachel's inhibitions fell away piece by piece.
"Mac," she gasped, and the sound of his name on her lips, breathless, desperate, nearly undid him. His mouth found hers again and again, swallowing her gasps, one hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped her hip.
