"Fuck," he whispers, slowing the pace of his hips only so he can help her sit up. Malcolm wants to be able to feel her body against his. This position, while absolutely lovely for his cock, doesn't give him enough contact with the rest of her.

Once she's got her head leaned back on his shoulder, he grips her hips tightly and increases his speed again. "Harley..." Malcolm nibbles on her earlobe. "God, you're perfect. I love you."

The muscles in his legs start to tighten and he can feel himself getting close.