2020-03-12 - Kailey Returns

Kailey had ducked into the restroom for her phone call. Talking to her doctor down in Oregon for a good fifteen minutes. And using the actual restroom. When she emerges her hot cocoa is just cocoa. But her mozzarella sticks and grilled cheese await her.

Heavy footfalls thunder from the ceiling.
He knew, maybe. But not the when. And the old, regular waitress from the front looks up smugly from her smart phone before crossing her arms under her breasts and turning her attention towards the kitchen doors while the cook in the back looks up, and then follows the waitress' glance. All while someone ducked into the bathroom to get some business done.

The first door that leads from the stairway up into the loft upstairs to the kitchen kicks open with such force it slams against the wall beside it and the extra kinetic force slams the door closed. Only the briefest of glimpses of jolly green giant was seen behind it. Try that again. This time the door is opened and Everett ducks under the doorjamb and looks around through the window cut through from dining area and kitchen, just in time for the bathroom door to open and Everett to look stupefied, watching her. Pull yourself together, man. He clears himself together, tilts his head back and uses both hands to comb his long hair back. His expression returns to his natural brooding state. Oh, it's Kailey. Oh, hm. Well.

Kailey's head snaps up at movement in the back. Those green eyes are wide and a faint smile, hopeful, touching her lips. It blossoms into a grin when she sees the giant in back. In an instant her heart is fluttering and she doesn't bother to try for composure, "Ev," She squeaks and she is suddenly rooted to the spot. And then she's biting her lower lip and looking like she's about to start sobbing. For whatever reason.

"Hey," he replies, for a second reaching through the window between kitchen and dinning area to interlace his finger. There's an upnod too, because he's way too cool, far too cool for what his internal organs are doing. The waitress was matronly waitress was expecting more, maybe, and rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Go out there and hug her or I'll cuff you," she say. Ian, the cook, murmurs, "You and what ladder", but ducks his head and has the good sense to look busy at least.

With a gloomy smirk thrown in the direction of the waitress, Everett turns his own green eyes to Kailey, before his brows arch when he notices what looks like the start of waterworks. He peels himself from the kitchen, out the swinging doors, ducking, and comes out to meet Kailey, coming to a stop an arm's length away. He tries again, this time opening his arms, "Hey, you."

Kailey is unfrozen when Everett's arms open. She makes a soft sound, somewhere between sigh and whimper as she launches across the distance. Arms wrapping soliding around his chest as she buried her face against his chest. A tear or two managing to leak out, "Ev, I'm so sorry," She says, echoing herself from their call the day before.

The pink/purple blur causes his eyes to open a little, but luckily he didn't give her a lot of distance to build up speed. He was all set to hold her cradled, but arms wrapped around her shoulders works just as well for him as well. Bending his neck down, his silky hair cascades around them as it falls free, spilling like water to the lowest point. "Hey... aww, hey," a big paw smooths her back, fanning back and forth over her brazier before he pauses and starts to finger the bottom of the strap. "It's. I told you. It's ok. We're ok." He chuffs softly, holding back a laugh. "I only wish I could tell if you missed me."

Kailey pulls back just enough so she can tilt her head up. Looking up at him with that small hopeful smile. "You mean it," She breathes out in surprise and delight. The smile grows and she goes on tip toe, tugging at his shirt to get Everett to bend slightly, to kiss him. If he needed a sign she missed him it is in the fervor behind the kiss and the way she all-but clings to him. She doesn't care about the scene they might be making. Right now? It's just the two of them.

It's the pull on his linen that makes Everett lower even more. It's a kiss he thinks is going to be polite, and when he's proven wrong, a throaty grunt is muffled against her mouth. Suddenly, his hands aren't on her back, soothing her, but holding her jawline, his fingers tucked into the short hair at the nape of her neck, intertwined as he uses that hold to pull her closer. His head tilts, canting softly to his right if only to deepen what's already there.

Without awareness, his paws release, smooth down her feminine curves before scooping her in his palms and lifting; the way he wanted her. And better on his neck. It's a couple of steps forward for him to her table and he has no idea where her order has been placed. Nor does he care when he drops her on it, and gutturally growls while moving his lips down to suckle her bottom lip.

He doesn't even hear someone murmur an expletive behind them.

Kailey is moving without any hesitation with him. When he shifts his grip she does too. Her smaller hands slipping up and around his neck, legs wrapping around his hips as he picks her up. The angle much better on them both. It lets her delicate fingers slip through his silky hair, stroking it sensually.

Only when she is set upon the table does she seem to register the world around them again. And then only reluctantly. She was reaquainting herself with Everett's lips. The taste of him. His growl makes her hum encouragingly. Then there's some sharp voice intruding on her moment.

Green eyes snap open and she clears her throat and she, reluctantly, pulls back. Cupping his cheeks and meeting his gaze. "I missed you. But maybe we should go upstairs?" She asks with a glance at the parlor and then back. One of her giggles escapes and she's biting that plump lip he was just working over.

For a second, Everett follows, even as she's pulling back. He may even follow her so far as to make her lay out on the table, now that his dinner is here. But the intrusion and her cupping of his cheeks makes him stop and consider using the dining area as a viewing area for pointers and tips for passerby's walking by Sweet Retreat's windows.

Acquiescing to her retreat, finally, Everett gives a vocal noise of irritation before pulling his lips away to tilt his forehead against hers, then allowing her to sit upright. "Mm. If we go upstairs," he starts and then stops, raising the thumb of his dominant hand to slide along her bottom lip once its bitten, and pulling it out of her mouth. "Don't do that right now," he whispers, "or I'm going to lose it."

The owner of the expletive clears his throat, "Hey, uh. Boss. Not to be a cold bucket of water but, uh." Pause. "Did you bring enough for the whole class?"

Kailey quirks a brow when he breaks off and then is smiling under the touch of his hands. Kissing his thumb playfully before he pulls it back. And then there is that giggle again as the waitress chimes in her two cents. A flush of red crosses her cheeks as she brings her hands up to cover her mouth. Looking more mischevious than abashed.

"Ummmm...I'm not in the sharing mood. So what happens if we go upstairs?" Kailey asks. She leans in suddenly, pulling herself up to whisper in his ear.

For the right now, Everett ignores the voices going on behind him, instead, paying attention to the woman right there, with him. His eyes hood heavily while watching she kisses his thumb, and smiling at the same time she giggles. But at the whisper, Everett mutters, "Ok, that's it." Proving that she weighs next to nothing to him, he scoops her into his arms; one around the back and the other under her knees before he turns around, sending mozzarella sticks and their plate clattering to the ground.

"Sally, Ian? Hot piece of ass. Delicious woman? That's Sally, that's Ian." Everett offers a quick introduction, which Sally waves with a genuine smile, Ian smirks and with a tang of jealousy sneers, "Another one? What, you starting a collection?" The sneer is quickly lived when Everett glares, the cook ducking his head down to return prepping something else.

Shouldering the swinging doors open, Everett carries his prize up the stairs. So far as he remembers, last time she was up here, he was sick. "Ignore him; he's just jelly."

Kailey lets out more than a giggle when Everett scoops her up. A deep belly laugh as she wraps her arms around his shoulder for good measure. Grinning up at him she barely spares the others a glance and a finger-wiggling wave. "Hey," She says distractedly at first.

But the cook? He gets a glance, but Everett is the one who is hit with the questioning glance. "Ohhh? That so?" She asks teasingly. She snuggles in closer as the giant carries her towards his apartment upstairs. "Is it bad that I'm glad you weren't too terribly lonely?" She asks in a shy, quiet tone as they hit the stairs.

"I was so very lonely that I had to throw myself at any and every passing skirt that happened to wink at me?" The question mark is not by accident but by design; taking the stairs two at a time, the sentence goes up at the end. He had bounded down the stairs so fast, he hadn't bothered closing the door behind him, as is noticeable after the halfway point when the stairs turn on a small landing and the door is noticed, ajar.

Maybe a little out of breath, the first flat surface is his kitchenette counter, and that's where he slides her bottom onto before his big hands tuck under her top, but travel no further, as though all he really wants is to feel her naked flash on his hands. For now. And then he flicks his head back to try to get long black strands over his shoulder, then leans in, nuzzling his nose with hers. "You believe me now? That I missed you?"

Kailey is smirking and chuckling at his reply. When he sets her down she gives a little, "Oof," And shifts. Then goes stock still when his hands slide under the baggy sweatshirt and past the windbreaker. It is only for a second, but that rigidity is hard to not notice. Her own hands fall to cover his in some small attempt to keep them grounded.

"Oh I never doubted it. Not after I called you," Kailey admits softly, smiling just slightly. Noses nuzzling she lets out a soft sigh. "Ev...I need to tell you something..."

Leaning forward, he pecks her again, and smiles broadly before he shakes his head, "You don't have to." Returning again, he shifts his hips to better slide between her knees, then his hands start to knead at her love handles. He's always had a thing for that larger lower lip and when he returns its to suckle her into his mouth, grazing her skin with his teeth before his eyes hood, then close. And once he has her stretched with his suckling, pulls his head back to let her slide back out. A breathy sigh is released before he kisses his little suckle toy, pulls back to murmur, "I already know. And it's ok with me."

His hands shift down, to the soft curvature of her cheeks which he uses to pull her towards his lap and the turgid evidence that hides down his pant leg. He tries speaking between quick, passionate kissing, building to something with each time his lips press to hers.

Kailey blinks in surprise at his reply. Brows furrowing as she stares at him. Almost automatically returning his kisses. "Wh-what?" She asks in bewilderment as his hands find soft, warm flesh. Firmer and starting to fill out more towards the center than before. "What do you mean you know?" Her voice is a whisper, reflecting the confusion that makes her kisses not as attentive as they could be. But kiss him back she does. Just distractedly.

Smiling the smile of the knowing, Everett tilts his head down a little and shakes his head. Silly girl. "How can I not notice? With the way you were eating?" He leaves a pregnant pause, looking into her eyes, and then shakes his head with disbelief, "Babe. It's ok. I looo-- double like you too. What you look like on the outside doesn't matter to me." His right hand untucks from her behind so he can use it to poke her sternum with his first two fingers, his gaze dropping to look where he's poking.

Or maybe just looking at her boobs.

"I double like what's on the inside no matter what." His gaze pull from that chest with a happy sigh, to look into her eyes, one, then the other. Then he says it, names it, after the hesitation to do so. "You put on weight." And everything he said before, makes sense, he's talking about her tummy in a different way. "Like I said, it doesn't matter."

Kailey is flushing from her collar to her ears and her green eyes are pale and wide. She stares at him for a long second and it is obvious she is trying to decide something. Finally she says, "Yeah...just a little..." And takes the hand poking at her chest and pulls it downwards. Under the windbreaker and sweatshirt to the very gentle swelling and firmness that has no likeness to a fatty diet. She is still as she lets his hand and brain process what he might be feeling. "Gonna gain more I'm afraid...how do you feel about that?"

Someone's underestimating what he wants to do with that hand, and if allowed, because he's not going to fight her for it, his hand continues around the curvature of her baby bump, into her bottoms while his left hand is slid to the small of her back for support.

He's actually felt pregnant belly before. Kept the secret of Lex who didn't want people to know. And its not a soft roundness like it would be with fat. She searches his expression, while he looks into her eyes, the right corner of his mouth begins to pull into a smile. "I think with some--" he pauses as well as his hands do. And then he cants his head, brows frown at her. He looks down to her stomach, then back up at her. His eyes shift to look to the left.

Can she hear the gears turning?

And slot into place. His eyes open wide before his mouth opens and he audibly gasps. Lips move like he's forming words, but not a sound escapes. Stealing a glance down at her belly again, he uses both hands to pull away her layers and look at her bare skin, his hands on her tummy, fingers spread wide. "Really?" he finally gets the question out, before he starts to smile.

Kailey is patient and still as a statue as that process takes place. Her hand resting on his as only her eyes move. Following his and watching how Everett's face changes. There's a tension to her, barely breathing. Then the breath explodes from her in a cascade of nervous and relieved laughter when his hands spread and turn. The excitement of his movements mirroring the look on his face.

"Really really," Kailey whispers and finally looks down at her belly too. She's shaking just slightly and is flushed to her ears. "I thought...I thought the flu just made me late. It can do that...and then..." She starts to explain in a shakey voice, her hand going to cover his own. "I took a test and it was positive...and next thing I know I'm standing in San Diego at some clinic filling out forms." She's shaking the more she talks. And if he were to tip up her chin he'd see the tears straining to fall again.

Suddenly, the kitchen counter isn't good enough. "C'mere," he murmurs, moving his hands back to slide them under her thighs to pick her up again. The bed is only a mattress on the floor, with a single blanket in a state of disregard. It's there he takes her, shoes be damned. Like she's ever known him to care about his apartment or the broken things inside it. Sinking to his knees, he eases her down on her back while keeping his weight off of her, his left hand over her right shoulder, his other hand returning to her belly. He's always enjoyed manhandling her.

Softly stroking under her layers, the next question seems obligatory. "Is it. Mine?", even if she just did rather answer that. The answer doesn't seem to matter, because he lifts to his knees and grabs the hem of her windbreaker, and starts to remove it slowly. The sweater is next. "And?" he asks, bidding for the story to continue.

Kailey begins to relax as he picks her up again. Leaning to rest her head for barely a second on his shoulder. Before she nuzzles at his neck and places a soft kiss there. And when he lays her down she finds herself looking at his face, her own in a state of happy surprise.

When he lays her down she keeps herself propped up on elbows. Just watching as Everett begins to undress her. Wiggling helpfully out of the windbreaker and sweater she says, "Yes..." It's almost shy the way she says it. And then there was the t-shirt beneath. Leaving her only in her pink bra and an undeniable little swell away from all the big clothes. And she's biting her lower lip again before she continues.

"I ran. I ran out of there and I didn't even know where I was. It's...hard to remember details for awhile when I come back to myself," Kailey continues in a soft voice. "But found the van and got myself together. I finally felt safe to drive more than a short ways a week ago. I saw a doctor to make sure everything was okay, which it is!" She assures with the flicker of a smile. "But...I can't be on my meds for the remainder..." She swallows nervously as she finally moves. Laying back and raising a hand to stroke his cheek before she tucks hair back over his shoulders. Fingers trailing through it leisurely.

The kiss to his neck. A guttural moan rises from his throat at it, the touch enough to cause him to pause while his brain reboots, his eyes nearly close and the hands that hold her squeeze harder. It certainly won't help his concentration when the shiver grazes down his spine with a featherlight touch. He lays his head down after laying her down, just to recover, then lifts his head to give her a glare that may read as though he's hungry and she's his diner.

Her affirmative is met with a simple reply, and no change in his expression. "Good." It's said with conviction while he pauses to peel off his own army green tight tee-shirt and throwing it to his left with her clothes to start a pile. His sausage thick fingers return down to open her bottoms, keeping eye contact with her while he feels the teeth of her zipper giving way one. At. A time. Then shoes. Hers and his, before he returns his attention up to her, "Because that saves me a lot of time."

Pushing her t-shirt up over the swell, Everett bends down over her to kiss it, then murmurs up to her, "From trying to fucking a baby into you." Holding the predatory stare for a moment, Everett stretches his body up while bending his head down. With a pointed tongue, he tastes her, from shoulder up her neck to her ear where his lips close around her earlobe to suckle softly, though somewhere in his brain he files away what Fiona was trying to do.

"A lot of time?" Kailey echoes him curiously. That look making her smile nervously, shyly, cheeks ever so slightly red. Each foot pointed as he slips them off. The jeans are tight. She'll need different pants soon. But she lifts her hips so he can slide them off.

Jade eyes watch him kiss her belly. And her smile grows as her breathing quickens. Everett's next words are perhaps not what she was expecting. Because those green eyes go wide and her lips part slightly. "Really?" She echoes his earlier question. Then she laughs with relief and lets her head fall back into the padding of the mattress. And the laughter quickly trails to moan.

Everett's tongue makes Kailey shiver beneath him. Her hands moving to stroke along his shoulders and then up and through his hair. "You're okay with this? You'll help me? Cause I can't...I won't do this alone," Theres an urgency in her voice beneath the glee. And she turns her head reluctantly. Pulling away from those pleasing lips to look him in the eye.

He's left her panties on for a reason, perhaps, and while she asks her question, he reaches down to cup the fabric between her thighs and gives her a hard, grinding squeeze while echoing a soft sound as a means of an answer, made quiet so close to her ear. The grinding palm continues while he rests his wrist against her mons, or tries. Unused to the change in her body before moving his hand to the side so he can continuing to tease her womanhood, making it clear what he would rather do than talk.

With a soft pop, he pulls his head back and lets her lobe slip from his lips. His movements are lazy as he slides to her side, but keeps his hand between her legs, carefully toying with her nearly bared body. Holding his head up with his other hand, he smiles and nods twice, "Really. I want kids, Kiki." There's a pause in his speech as he looks down her body, to watch his hand sneak under those panties, his two middle fingers sliding down either side of her hood, before he opens his fingers to capture the sensitive flesh between them. An unhurried gyration begins, slow circles to roll the bud between his fingers makes his gaze rise up, pausing at her stomach, at her breasts then lips and finally eyes. "I know you don't have a choice in this. But neither do I. That's not how I work." His deep voice drops, developing a bedroom quality, "I did this to you. I'm very ok with this. With every inch of this." Shifting slightly he draws closer, snuggling with her as he leans down to whisper, "And when you deliver, I'll do it to you again," he purrs. "And again. Mmm."

Kailey's hips lift to press against that hand. Almost of their own accord. Soft little sounds escaping her lips as she tries to focus on this last thing. This important thing. Her gasp is only partly from his words. A smile spreading across her lips before she presses then to kis chin, his neck, and his lips in quick succession.

"Then come here," Kailey purrs as she readily spreads her legs, letting them fall to the side. Finally giving in fully to his fingers working her. Drawing moans as well wetness from her. And she kisses him. Hard and as hungrily as he stared at her earlier. Giving in and releasing worry to rejoice. He can feel her heart pounding in her chest and she has to break that kiss briefly to gasp for breath. "I think I love you," She whispers so very softly it might be missed, before she's kissing him hard again. Arms wrapped around his neck and hips writhing to the play of just two fingers.

Starting with those two fingers with the invitation to come hither, the gorilla wastes no more time. He kicks off the last of his clothing, his pants, his boxer briefs and leaves his turgid member on her leg but for a little while longer. Long enough to roll to his knees and move between hers. His green eyes are careful to watch as he pulls her underwear to the side with the one hand and with his rolling hips, gently introduces the blunt, seeping tip back to her.

A push of his hips and he grazes the length of her. He does that a couple of times, painting each other, sharing their liquid essence before the angle of his hips drifts and he ceases gliding. The pressure builds until he pushes in, forcing his way back inside and with this intimate reintroduction, Everett's lips part and he gently moans. Small sawing motions, pulling a little back and then pushing forward further, he aims to make her take it all. Or, when his eyes open and search hers, maybe looking for a clue as to what he might stop. Elastic snaps, his hold on the panties is released in favor of holding his weight above her with both hands, but even then, also on his knees.

"You feel," he says with a whisper. "So. Fucking good." Nuzzling her cheek, he moves his head to her lips, his own already parted to kiss her. At length, fervently.

Kailey is eager. It shows in the slick wetness that coats his length easily. Making her moan with every teasing grind. Finally arching her hips to catch that head. Working her hips in little cirles that thick shaft slides slowly in, inch by inch.

A gasp rips from Kailey's lips before the moans fill the room. "OOooh Ev," She whimpers his name. Her hands rove across his chest, shoulders, and through his hair. Seeming aimless, but needing to touch him. Stroke him in their own distracted way as he strokes deeper and deeper into her. And she wants all of him. "More," She whispers against his lips, biting at his lower lip.

Those writhing hips arch upwards as she spreads her legs more. Pulling her knee up and back. Opening her body to him all the more, letting him slide that last bit and making her cry out as her nudges her full womb. Kailey's lips press hard to Everett's between the gasps and cries. Eyes closed as she loses herself to the sensations of touch and pleasure. Every moan against his lips asking for more.

He knows what she wanted and was reluctant to give it to her. Legs up and over to her shoulders. She doesn't know he's had his way with other women in that exact way -- in her way. His reluctance wasn't that, but for the life already growing in her. Stupid boy, thinking he's going to hurt her, or hurt the baby.

Her taking the position, the want, making him return where he belongs snaps his eyes open, and a surprised sound drawn from his throat. Passion weak arms push, but don't push away as he falls into a nice, slow rhythm. Or had. Throaty surprise gives to unworldly delight when he falls deep, feeling her kissing his tip, her silken walls coating, holding his girthy member. Drawing his legs up underneath him, the bare muscular man lifts, then grabs the back of her knees. Oh yes, he remembers. Her legs go back and wide, just in time for his next push down. Harder, with enough violence behind it to knock his mouth from her lips to breath the kiss.

He grunts as he pokes her body again, weighty smooth testicles drop against her ass as his pace picks up. For a short while, loving, affectionate. Now he couples like he missed her, like he needs her. His big hands let go of her legs, to use his forearms to hold her legs apart. Those hands slide back, behind her head to cup the nape of her neck as he murmurs, watching her through eyes so narrowed they're almost closed, "I'mma fuck you. Fuck. I'mma fuck you so good you can't walk."

Kailey cries out and her eyes fly open as he shifts. Pushing her knees back, his cock spreading her all the more. She's beginning to tremble and coat his cock with thick juices. The trembling inside is matching outside as her hips begin to squirm of their own accord. "Yes," She pleads of him as his lips leave hers. "Close now," Words are hard when you're on the edge.

Then she is over it as he continues to crash into her. His whispered promises only contribute to the sudden and wild bucking. The cry from her lips loud and not caring for any customers who might hear downstairs. Her hands on his shoulders squeeze, nails digging gently into flesh. Toes curl as her eyes roll and the cries become gasping moans and whimpers. Things lingering as he continues to drive into her. A wet slapping joining the sounds she makes.

"Give it to me," he says, no. He commands. If anything, his pistoning grow quicker, but he continues to give her the part she likes. Rather than his blunted tip, or even the middle of his monstrous manhood, its everything. In the same way, he gives her him. Shallow strokes that poke and prod against the abrupt, full end of her probed body like he's trying to fuck himself in. Or a new hole. Dry lips are quickly licked before his jaw hangs down even further and then he upsets their pace.

Reaching down, he pulls her right cup down to spill her breast free and collects the wobbling fresh in his mitt to hold with a tight embrace. His thumb covers nipple, as he relies on the motion of his lips, the wet slapping of their bodies to provide anything more to her bosom then him holding on, squeezing firmly. And when she wets him, he groans wantonly and closes his eyes, clenching the tightly willing himself not to look. The feeling of her body drawing him, tugging, pull on him is enough to make him shiver. "Oh, fuck, I missed you," he says quickly its almost one word. And then his hips speed up even more as he swells and holds his breath. His face contorts with the look of pain. Of pleasure.

A soft whimper sticks to his mouth. His lips are sucked inside. There's no vocal warning. Between the sounds of two bodies reconnecting, two lovers, two parents becoming one, he grunts, then releases a long, blissful groan with a spreading warmth that's pulled from her body each time he pulls back, painting her, him, and the sheets beneath them that he might have even washed since the last time he had someone over. A red flush starts at his chest to crawl up his neck, the same neck that cranes back to point his head to the ceiling as he's vocal, finally. "Oooohhhaah, FFFfffucck."

Everett keeps pounding into her. Not relenting as her body spasms it's pleasure only coaxes a waning wave to gain strength. And it cums crashing down on her making her not quite scream. Kailey's whole body not quite vibrating beneath him.

"Please," She repeats. Whimpering and panting the word quickly with ever breath. Pleading for him to what? It doesn't matter in the end because he is giving it to her. Hot, needy, sensual, sexual pleasure. Her chest, neck, and face are flushed and sweat rolls from her head.

Kailey continues to cling to him. After the last warm spurt and twitch makes her shudder and moan. She has him again. She isn't wanting to let go. Even after her own body finishes its final quakes, she seems reluctant to move. Only slowly lowering her legs. Keeping her hips pressed firmly to his. Breathing hard she whispers, "Ev," Before kissing playfully at his lower lip.

Slowly, gradually, his hips begin to slow, begin to push that thick, warm seed where it's to late to go. And still, the girth keeping her lips spread, making her form a tight seal with the gently moving giant, stays as rigid as when he first sheathed himself with her body.

He's not done with her.

When she finds his lips, he kisses her back with open desire, moaning into her mouth. His cock twitching at the touch of her lips. The grip on her breast lessens, his thumb moving around to idly play with the sensitive nub under it, rolling her around, strumming softly as though to keep her fire hot. But there's something he still needs to do. So he pulls his head back, taking his lips from her, but not far. For when she whispers his name, his nickname, he tucks his head into the small of her neck. His lips retreat. His pearly whites bare.

Her soft skin even tastes feminine. And as his jaw closes, and he begins to suckle, he thrusts once, hard, even if her legs have lowered, as he marks her as his.
On her slender neck. As he just as in her body.

The giant marks and loves his lover as she cries out in surprise. In pleasure. Kailey tilts her neck to those teeth and shudders underneath the pull of his mouth. Marking her pale, pale skin bright red. Beneath that playful hand he finds the round form of her breast larger. The hard nub of her nipple seeming, somehow, bigger as his thumb rolls it about.

"Eeeeeev," She moans his name. A croon of affection. A pleading moan. That lower lip finds its place briefly between her lips.

As suddenly as he thrust into Kailey, her hips rock up in turn. And she wraps her legs around her hips. Those green eyes of hers have gone from jade to an ocean green. Vibrant as they stare at him hungrily. "More."

Neither is done with the either. Or likely will be for several hours.

More. It's what she wants, what she asks for, and Everett's all too happy to comply, even as it gives him a nagging doubt. At times, before she left, when she was ill, she was almost too much for him. She mentioned it their first time, and it brings him doubts. And with those doubts, the urge to turn the doubts aside and conquer them. The way he's conquered her.

Hours.
He sleeps the sleep of the dead, the sleep of being truly sated. With her is his long, muscular arms, wet, sticky. The brooding biker has no reason to brood, even in his sleep. And when he wakes, and feels exhausted, sore, but pleasantly empty. Numb. A lazy grin spreads over his lips before he tries to move and finds he can't. Entangled with her, Everett brushes his tangled hair back and shifts to better look her over. She's asleep, he's sure. Leering wouldn't be noticed, but riskier still when he reaches down with his free hand and cups her soft curve. Stroking with his thumb, Everett watches her stomach, then to his baby momma, and smiles.