Grace draws in a deep breath, toes curling as her eyes close, her back arching. She's dying for him to touch her, to do something to bring her off now that he's begun, but she can hardly complain about this, even if it makes her that much more desperate, trying not to squirm. "Jerry," she sighs, fingers curling gently in his hair. "Mm." It drives her crazy whenever he suddenly develops patience, but at least she knows it always pays off.