In this position, kissing him isn't as simple as it usually is, a lot messier, a little more teeth involved, clashing together. Grace couldn't care less, pulling him back for another kiss once she's got a good breath, though she can't keep it up for long, forehead against his, gasping and moaning open-mouthed, eyes closed tight, fingers digging into his shoulders. She doesn't notice she's doing so, though, too wrapped up in him for that, her body tense with need. There's nothing like this, never has been, never anyone who said her name like that, made her feel like the sparks shaking through her came as much from the sound of his voice as the way he moves inside her.