It's difficult not to bring her legs closer together right now, takes about all of the effort Grace has to spare for thinking of much of anything. She doesn't want to make things difficult for him, but she wants him as close as she can have him, her breathing little more than a series of soft moans. It won't take much at this point to get her off, when she's so unbearably close, wetter with every stroke of his tongue. No one else has ever made her feel this good, been this attentive, though she has no intention of telling him as much.