There was a moment of fumbling when Dick reached up. Hips still rocking against hers, he fought the ropes. Either he wanted Carrie's hands on his body or he was feeling generous enough to free her. No matter which he desired most, their combined efforts freed Carrie's hands. It had taken seconds, but to Carrie it had seemed far too long to get the use of her arms back. One of hers hands slid into his hair, the other clawed his back.
Had she been able to speak, she would have thanked Dick for the help. She'd wanted to touch him the moment he'd taken her wrists in his hands. But, caught in the moment, she couldn't articulate thoughts. She moaned and sighed and screamed his name. Hopefully he'd hear a note of gratitude in her voice.
When she came a second time, Carrie arched up into Dick. Throwing her head back, she squeezed her eyes shut and lost herself in pleasure. When she could breathe again, she pressed a soft kiss to Dick's throat.