"Fuck, Grace," Jerry gasps, instinctively rocking against her hand. How they're ever going to make it to the bedroom like this, he hasn't got a clue, but he can't exactly complain about that with her hand against his dick and her dress on the floor. Tugging her closer still, he keeps one of his own hands against her waist, the other sliding up into her hair. Soon, he thinks, soon, he'll start moving again, but time and repetition haven't made her any less irresistible. That's even truer at a time like this, when he needs her as much as wants her, desperate to stay this lost in her even more than he is desperate for something more. Leaning in close, he kisses her hard, fingers curling in her hair, doing all he can just to keep her near him.