“Lean forward.” I try not to groan as I do what she says, but my body does not like the change in position. “That’s good enough. Now tilt your head back.” Her hand is on my shoulder, holding me steady, and then she pours warm water through my hair. “That feels so fucking good.” I chew my croissant as she pours more water, my eyes closed as I simply enjoy. The scent of soap floats past, and then I hear her lathering her hands. When she runs them through my hair, I can’t stifle a moan. And when her fingers go to work on my scalp? Fuck me, I’m in heaven.
