Freeing Carrie seemed to have done more to arouse her than ever his lips or hands could have done. Her screams could have deafened him, and he wouldn't care. Her nails could have cut deeper, and he wouldn't care. There was nothing that could have happened to change how Dick felt right then.
As she screamed, Dick felt like he could either climax along with her or die holding back. He moaned her name as he came, though the sound was probably lost in the din of her orgasm. Trembling, breathless, and feeling incredibly in love, Dick's sweat-slicked body rested gently against Carrie's. He brushed her hair from her face and looked into her eyes. "I love you."