"Haven't decided yet. I might keep running my fingertips and lips and tongue over your skin and not quite touching you where you want me to." He leaned in and just barely kissed her breast, so gently that she felt his breath more than she felt his lips.
Then Dick swept Carrie off her feet and carried her to the bed. He pulled a sheet from the still-unmade bed and deftly rolled it into a rope. "Or I could tie you down, do all that, and be the one to decide whether or not you got to touch me."