“You’re whatever I say you are, Nicholas. Don't you forget it.”

Kara huffs and straightens, and as much as it kills her to do so, she pulls entirely out of him. After a swipe of her finger across his stomach, her tongue catching the slickness with a wicked grin as accompaniment, she makes her way -- shakily, her legs wobbly from the effort though it had been well worth it -- over to one of the many empty bunks, shoving aside the curtain.

She drops onto the bed and leans back onto her hands, the dildo still securely inside. She arches an eyebrow at him where she’s left him, quite literally, hanging. The grin is still spread wide across her features and she drags her tongue across her upper lip pointedly.

“Well? It’s not gonna ride itself.”

It’s too late. She’s already addicted to the look on his face when she’s inside him with this one.