He went back against the wall without protest, though he moaned and gasped. His eyes fluttered. Droplets of water dripped off the ends of his hair, which spiked up now that it was wet and he'd put his hands through it.
His hands now braced on her shoulders. then slowly eased down, to caress her breasts. His hands showed the effect of years of hard manual labor, and even though he looked like he could snap a two by four in half with his bare hands, he was surprisingly gentle as he touched her.