Grace gasps, head tipping back, her head light with the feel of his lips on her skin. The jolt of pleasure ricochets through her, her hands pressing against his back. Concerned though she still is about him, it's increasingly difficult to think only of what she can do for him, rather than what she wants. It feels so good to have his mouth on her, anywhere he likes to put it. She's still getting used to this sort of thing, to how utterly intoxicating he is and how nice it is that he can do these things now without her worrying he'll leave a mark. She practically wants him to. "Jerry..."