The daughter's back pressed against the mother's back — both of them on him, both of them receiving, the warmth of their backs against each other the only physical point of connection between them in this arrangement, both facing away from each other while his hands addressed both of them from different directions.
The daughter's head fell back.
Over her mother's shoulder, tipping backward, her chin pointing at the ceiling, throat exposed, dark hair spilling down over the mother's collarbone.
The mother looked at her daughter's face.
From this angle — profile, throat, the daughter's jaw and the daughter's open mouth and the specific expression of someone receiving something they are losing the ability to process — and something in the mother's amber eyes was very complicated to look at directly.
He drove harder from below.
PAH PAH PAH!
"'—AAAHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—'" The daughter, head still back.
