The brush of breasts sent waves of heat up her body, trailing through her neck. She moaned softly into kiss, her sound starting to deepen slightly. Her hands moved to grasp Desponia more firmly, pulling her hips closer, her leg sliding between the two slighter ones. Her pulse was quickening to a feverish pace as her lips moved from Desponia's back to her neck, worshiping the skin there.
It was strange, going through this but in the privacy of a New York City apartment- not surrounded by a village of other people not surrounded by priests feeding on their power.
One of her hands stayed on her daughter's back, holding the frame against her own, as the other trailed over her ass, following the trails of water.