Whereas Harley was not trying to hold on in the slightest. She even had to finally give up on her efforts to keep her eyes open, lost in all the other sensations.

But if he managed to keep his own eyes open, he was treated to her brow knitting together with all the effort and want, the insistent and continuing bounce of her chest, the visible tension in her abs, and the absolutely furious rubbing her hand was doing, fingertips slick and slippery --

Until her hips stuttered, falling out of their rhythm, suddenly more concerned with making sure he was really shoved all up in her than anything else - giving her something to feel in full when she came, about half a second later, groaning around his thumb from somewhere deep down in her chest as she did.