"Oh," sighs Grace, tugging slightly at his hair before she catches herself. Pulling a little is all well and good, but she doesn't want to get carried away and hurt him. It's hard to stay focused, though, when he puts that wicked mouth of his to good use. She'd hardly call it heaven — that seems a little too simple, too goody-goody — but it's wonderful, somewhere between melting away and being unable to breathe. If he'd called it a night, she would have been content, but she much prefers this, pressure and need rising again as her hips rock toward him.