Which made Harley make another noise, nice and muffled and vibration-y around his thumb, her tongue all pressed against it. Clearly in no hurry to make him take his hand all the way back.

In fact, with both his hands full, Harley's hand came off the one he had on her hip, and slid down to right above where he continued to pound into her (as much as it was otherwise a mutual pounding). She could kick things up one last notch.