Jerry's hardly the first man Grace has ever been with, but he's the one she's most enthusiastic about, the most genuinely responsive towards. That's not to say she hasn't enjoyed herself in the past, but some element of it has always been for show, out of some sense of reciprocity; most of them could do something for her outside of the bedroom (and, often, with greater competency). All she gets from Jerry is the sheer pleasure of it, if anything made more intense for being more genuine. Shrugging her arms free of the straps, she winds her arms around his neck, fingers curling in his hair. She's quieter here, letting out another soft gasp, back arching under his touch, but that's the case because she's hardly conscious of making a sound at all.