Dick knew Carrie's body. He knew how she liked to be touched, how hard, how long. He knew where to bite and where to kiss and where to lick. And with a sinister precision, he just barely avoided these places with his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb brushing against her clit.
His other hand tangled in her hair as he kissed her neck. He could feel her harsh breathing, her body squirming underneath him. He could feel when she started to get closer to orgasm, letting him know to slow down and drag it out. He could feel rather than hear her say, "More," or, "Please," or, rather more loudly, "God!"