It's too much and not enough, the rough-and-slick rub of callused fingers. She's so sensitive from before, it's like she's all cunt where she's not exploding heart.

Needy in ways she doesn't want to think about, Kate plants her feet and tilts her hips and tries to get his fingers into her, deeper. If he's not going to fuck her right now (which is fine and she doesn't want to think about that, either), she needs something to stop that empty pulsing ache.