I let my hands go up his body, I don’t yet dare lower my hands and feel other things. He is lean, yet so strong, his shoulders are defined. His hand on my middle is sliding down, cupping my arse, lifting me a bit when he squeezes. I swallow his groan into my mouth, as he presses me even closer to him, We stumble a bit until he has me against the wall. My hands slide in his hair and I pull a bit on the silky strands. 