Ava strapped into the harness, her tight climbing shorts hugging her firm ass and toned legs.
At twenty-five, the adventurous brunette had curves that made focusing difficult, full t**s straining her sports bra, a tight waist, and an ass built for gripping.
Kai, her instructor, was pure muscle at thirty. Tall, tanned, with forearms and hands carved from years of climbing, veins popping, fingers thick and strong. His shirt clung to his ripped chest and abs.
“First rule, princess,” Kai said, stepping behind her to adjust her harness. His big hands lingered on her hips, fingers brushing the waistband of her shorts. “Trust the rope. And trust my grip. I’ve got you… unless you want me to let go.”
Ava smirked, pushing her ass back against him. “What if I want those hands somewhere else, inst
