The need to touch and have some control was overwhelming. Carrie tugged on the rope, in spite of the fact that she knew it wouldn't give. She sighed. "Dick," there was an urgent edge to Carrie's voice. She'd spent the time where he'd removed her underwear moaning because he'd been so close to touching her. More and more restless and in need of his touch, she brushed her body against his.
Her kisses were hungry and more desperate the longer she remained untouched and unsatisfied. "Please," she murmured, breaking a kiss, "I want you. I want-" A frustrated groan escaped her throat as she arched up into him, "Please. Touch me."