Kara lifts her head and makes some kind of choked sound of agreement before pulling away (slowly, dragging out every node of pleasure along the way), already missing his heat against her. She grabs a wrist and jerks him up from the tabletop, hissing in his ear,

“Come on, then.”

Her breath fans hotly across his face, tousling his hair; for the brief second the dildo is out of him, she replaces at least some of the friction with three fingers again, only temporarily, anything to make him squirm more. She knows the angle will be even better for her too, and besides--

“Need to see you...need to be inside you again...hurry up, Nicholas...”