"Oh, Mac, I love you," Rod said, kissing Mackenzie's neck. She smiled her bright smile.
"I love you too, baby," she said softly. The President and First Gentleman lay together, cuddling on the presidential bed. Mac smiled gently as Rod's hand brushed her face. "Rough day today, wasn't it?"
"Yes it was," Rod agreed, smiling. He brought her face to his and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, matching his carnal fire. He rolled Mac onto her back and straddled her gently. Mac grinned wildly. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply again. They lay together, Rod's hands stroking Mac's face tenderly.
"Honey," she whispered seductively, hands lingering at the side of his face. His hands moved to the bottom of her cream silk tank top and pulled at the hem. He raised it up, exposing Mac's bare, fit midriff. She smiled dreamily, her eyes fluttering sultrily beneath her thick lashes.
"Mac," Rod breathed as he stripped her shirt off of her lean body, "Make love to me." She moaned softly as his firm hands massaged her bare breasts. He kissed her lush lips tenderly, his mouth open on hers. He loved her taste, like coffee and chocolate. His hands drifted lower to her cream silk pajama bottoms, which were pushed low on her voluptuous hips. His hands slid lower, sliding her pants down her long legs.
"I love you," she whispered softly, "I love you." She slid his shirt off over his head, revealing his tight-muscled chest. She kissed him again, long and hard.
Soon they were both naked together beneath the sheets, their bodies pressed against one another. As Rod slipped into her, Mac let out a passionate sigh. They made love gently until Mac's body finally surrendered itself to the immense pleasure. Her breathing became heavy, each breath accented with an orgasmic gasp or a moan. She smiled, eyes clamped shut, as she felt Rod come inside of her. The warmth felt so wonderful that she howled noisily with pleasure.
"Don't stop," she said breathlessly, "Oh, god, ooooooh, GOD!" she moaned in pleasure. Rod knew how to make Mac scream. He rotated his hips on hers, pushing into her from all directions. It wasn't just the normal in-and-out motion, it was much more complex, and Mackenzie loved it.
She climaxed hard, screaming, "Oh, god, yes! Ooooh, yes," into Rod's blanket-covered chest. When you got her going, Mac was a rather noisy fuck, surprisingly. Nobody in the White House would have ever pegged her, the President, as one. As the last twang of pleasure struck their bodies, they fell limp against one another.
Mac rested her head on Rod's chest as he stroked her silky auburn tresses gently. "I love you, Mac," he said tenderly. She kissed his bare chest lightly in reply. "I didn't think that we could get through today. The press was having a field day with the proposed gay-marriage outlaw bill, and Dickie was insisting on public appearances…" Mac's luscious lips cut him off.
"Shhhh," she said gently, still hovering above his face. "It's over. No more worrying. Tomorrow is another day." He smiled. She laid her head back down on his chest and drifted off to sleep.