He exhales in one sharp breath and tries to follow where her hand is guiding his. He thinks it might be the hip, but he overestimates and slides it up the torso first, the crook of his knuckles brushing against soft, warm skin. He takes sincere pleasure in the way she moves when she breathes and how his hand responds.

It's more beautiful than he ever thought sex would give chance to provide. "Oh, Grace," he murmurs fondly.