Harley really wished she'd thought to at least her take shirt off, earlier, or preferably just everything up top, but she also sure as shit wasn't going to disrupt anything to do it now.

Besides, there was something to be said for the sensation of the two layers of fabric between his mouth and her skin slowly dampening. She wondered idly whether he could or would be feeling something similar against his thigh. The heat of her, at the very least.

Which, yeah, she'd found her groove with, and it was rapidly taking up every bit of focus she had. Just the repetition of rocking, pressure, pleasure coaxing her right out of thinking about anything at all except riding his thigh right to orgasm.

And if the way she was panting and getting more noisy moment by moment were any indications... It wasn't that far off, either.