"Oh, fuck," Grace whimpers, fingers tightening in the sheets. She'd bet her knuckles are white just about now, but she doesn't care enough to look, biting her lip hard to keep from crying out. Between his mouth and his fingers, she sometimes thinks she might lose her mind, but she's hard pressed to care, giving up on the effort to keep quiet a moment later, not caring how much noise she makes. Already she can't help thinking ahead to having him inside her, to hearing him say he loves her again. "Jerry, I'm — please —"