A hand shot to the tile to better brace herself as their hips ground together, her head dropping just slightly to ghost over Demeter's shoulder. Much like Arion had discovered, she had little head for carnal pleasures and her body was heating, not so much from the warm water, but the touches and swell of their bodies. Despoina wondered for only a split moment if perhaps it was their mortal form or if it had always been that way, but quickly dismissed it as unimportant.
Instead, her lips dusted and then sucked at the skin below her lips, teasing the smooth flesh of Demeter's neck as she ran finger tips over the opposing shoulder down to engulf the endowed breast, palming gently over the nipple.