Dick groaned as Carrie managed to almost take control of him, despite her being the one tied up. "You get bossy when you can't touch me." He kissed her shoulder and up her arm, then past the makeshift rope to kiss her fingers.
His own hands were on her hips, her underwear under his fingers. He loved that he could make her fidget, and that with a little time, he could probably make her writhe. But he was a nicer person than that, and he instead slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and slid them down. Even as she was almost naked, and then completely naked and very, very aroused, he didn't let her touch him. For all of his kissing and touching and teasing, he still hadn't quite touched her pussy.
He pulled away slightly, far enough that he could unbutton his own jeans and pull them off. The effect Carrie'd had on him was obvious. Soon, he was over her again, kissing her and looking into her eyes. And still, despite the fact that his cock was pressed against her pussy, despite the fact that he was almost shaking from lust, despite the fact that her eyes were begging even when her lips refused, he was not fucking her.