It didn't take much for Harley to figure out what he was going for, since it was something she knew he liked to do. (And something she liked having done to her!) And with her hands pressing on his chest, it was almost impossible to achieve - so she shifted her hands off his chest and onto the mattress on either side of his shoulders, making the angle of her forward lean a lot sharper. And bringing her chest better within his reach.

Well, his reach with something other than his hands, anyway.

"Go ahead, baby."

The angle of the way they were joined together changed too. And not for worse, judging by Harley's happy moan on the next thrust.