Grace whimpers, breath catching in her throat, every press of his lips winding her up a little more. The anticipation gets to her almost as much as the feel of his mouth on her skin, the warm press of his palm. It's the best and the worst, really, the part where he's just about toying with her, when he's doing just enough to get to her but hasn't done much of anything at all. There's still sleep in her eyes, the room hazy, the nerves under her skin pulling sharp as she cants her legs a little further apart.