“Oh.” Rosalie sounds flattered. “Where did you live before?”
My talking has distracted her enough that her body is unfolding. Her arms are loosening up as she relaxes a little. Extending her legs, she pushes her feet against the end of the tub, pressing her ass against my raging hard-on.
I hold in a groan and try to stay focused on our conversation. “I had an apartment in Detroit, but I was rarely home because I used to travel a lot for work. That’s why it wasn’t too hard to give up my lease when Ivan hired me.”
“So when you were pretending to be Jessa, and you said you’d been a lot of places—”
“I wasn’t lying,” I fill in. “Some cases took me all over the Midwest. Sometimes farther. I really did camp out at the Grand Canyon once. And I saw the red rocks in Colorado. Niagara Falls, too, though I’m pretty sure that would be your nightmare vacation.”
Rosalie lets out a nervous chuckle. “You got that right. What’s the best case you’ve solved?”
It’s not hard for me to think of the most rewarding case I’ve had during my career—besides the current one, of course. “A woman came to me because she’d given up four children for adoption.”
“Four?”
“Yep. From the age of fourteen to twenty-one, this girl had four kids. I dug a little into her background, and her childhood was bad. I don’t want to get into the grisly details, but I’ll just say she was abused. She ended up as a sex worker in her later teen years, and she just couldn’t raise a baby. There were serious complications with her last delivery, and she ended up needing a hysterectomy. She was devastated that she’d never give birth again. By the time she contacted me, her youngest child was twenty, and she’d straightened out her life. She just wanted to know if her kids were okay and if they had kids of their own. It was difficult, because all of them had closed adoptions to different parents. It took me six months to find them, but I did it. They were reunited, and that woman got the family she longed for. She still reaches out to me every year to say thank you.”
Resting her head against my chest, Rosalie turns her face to gaze up at me. “It’s really amazing what you do, you know that?”
“I enjoy my job,” I say humbly. “Or I did.”
“You’ll get to do it again someday. You don’t have to give up your entire life for me.” Reaching up, she lightly touches my face.
It’s a loving gesture. One I’m not familiar with. A caress that causes a feeling of fullness in my chest.
How does she know how to love me so well? With the life she’s had, the isolation she’s suffered… I wouldn’t expect her to be so in tune with me. To be able to give me what I need all the time.
But she does.
Maybe Rosalie was born with the ability to love. Maybe I was born with it, too. Maybe everyone is. But while Rosalie was able to let hers build over the years, mine was sucked out of me.
And that might be one of the reasons I’m drawn to her. Her heart calls to mine. Like a lighthouse, her abundance of love overflows and shines out, beaconing me to come take some for myself.
It makes me want to give her everything I have in return, including early retirement. I’d gladly give up the PI business forever for her. We could live off my savings for a while. It wouldn’t be a glamorous life, but we’d have enough. We’d have each other.
I can envision our future being just like this. With no place to be. No time constraints. Just unplanned days and endless possibilities.
“Let me wash your hair,” I say, and she nods while leaning forward.
As I dump bigger amounts of water over her, I watch for signs of any impending freak outs. She keeps her hand on my thigh. Probably to remind herself that I’m still here with her.
After her hair is drenched, I take some shampoo in my hands and get a good lather going. I work the suds into her ends. I massage her scalp with my fingertips.
Tipping her neck back, she pushes against my hands, silently demanding more.
And I give it to her.
I wash behind her ears. I go down to the nape of her neck. With the suds, my hands glide against her skin as I go lower. I soap up her tits.
By the time I’m done shampooing her, she’s thoroughly clean, and we’re both panting from being turned on.
The conditioning process is much the same, only adding fuel to the fire between us.
Once Rosalie’s all rinsed, she turns and straddles me, her pussy just a couple inches away from my throbbing cock. “Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Horny.” She smirks.
“With you around, yeah,” I reply honestly, because no one has ever affected me like she does. “You sore, baby?”
She nods as I smooth some wet strands away from her face. “Kinda.”
“Then we shouldn’t fuck tonight.”
She pouts. “But I want to.”
“Here.” Gripping her hips, I pull her closer until her pussy is flat against the front of my shaft. “Rub on me.”
Wiggling, she gets a feel for what I’m telling her to do. The second her clit drags against my cock, her eyes roll back, and she does it again. The movement causes the best friction on my dick. With the way my sensitive skin is smashed between my stomach and her pussy lips, I might be able to get off like this.
Rosalie gets a steady rhythm going, undulating her pelvis while bracing her hand on my shoulder for support. “Feels good.”
“Yeah,” I whisper roughly.
“You need your hair washed, too,” she says, reaching for the pitcher as she keeps humping my cock.
A second later, warm water cascades over my scalp, my shoulders, and down between us. Goose bumps of pleasure break out on my entire body when she begins scrubbing my hair.
Now I know why she reacted the way she did when I was doing this to her.
It feels fucking fantastic.
Getting my scalp massaged by her would be enough by itself, but with the way she’s still rubbing her pussy on my cock, I’ve got two tantalizing sensations happening on different parts of my body at the same time.
Spearing her fingers through my hair, Rosalie grips the back of my head and presses her mouth to mine. It’s a hungry kiss. Needy. Passionate.
She’s forgotten about the suds on my head. Bouncing on my lap, she makes the water slosh up the sides of the tub. Little whimpers and whines resound in her throat as she keeps kissing me and using my body.
Her breathing gets quicker. She speeds up.
My balls tingle.
I cup her tits, squeezing the handfuls while tweaking her nipples.
Letting out a raspy shout, Rosalie hugs me around the shoulders as her motions become jerky.
Water’s splashing all around us now, and the waves finally calm once Rosalie goes limp with satisfaction.
Knowing she came, I want to let my release go. Grabbing her by the hips, I move her up and down a couple more times.
My orgasm hits me fast and strong.
Cum shoots up between us like a fountain, coating Rosalie’s chest and mine. I growl as the last jets taper off, breathing like I just ran a marathon.
“Best. Bath. Ever,” I pant, resting my chin on Rosalie’s wet shoulder.
She hums out an agreement, but the blissful moment doesn’t last long.