Turned enough towards him and Everett is sure to indulge in kissing her face, even if the angle isn't ideal, it's still fun to do so. His horn is grasps and pulled down on, hunching him all the more over top her, set to frenzy his pace should he allow himself. N, not quite yet, tempting though it may be.

Before he really gets rough, quick, he shifts his hands. One slips forward from her hip, slipping between her legs. His gloved finger flicks and rubs her clit, erratic and less predictable than his thrusts into her. His other hand drags up her front, caressing her body until he cups a breast in his palm, grasping and massaging as he holds her in place against him. Everett has strong, well worked arms to embrace her with, a benefit of all the rock climbing he did.