Carrie struggled to be free of her shirt, murmuring softly in approval of his mouth on her skin. Her hands were free by the time he was kissing her mouth again and they moved to bury themselves in his hair. She rubbed against his body, enjoying the feel of bare skin on bare skin. The longer it went on, the more desperate she felt. It was clear from the little sighs and other noises that she was making that she needed Dick.
Eventually breaking the kiss, Carrie's hands moved down to her hips. As she started to slide the panties she wore off her body, her mouth moved up and down Dick's throat and jawline. She planted soft kisses and hungry nips wherever her lips could reach.