Continue with his goal--orgasm without sexual touch

It was possible he'd actually brought Tiffany to a point where she'd welcome sexual touch but Rick didn't think so. Yes, she was breathing hard. Yes, her tits were sending sexy messages to the rest of her body, including her pussy, and yes he wanted to grab those tits so badly he practically shook from desire. Despite that, the sexy cop had a lifetime of baggage that a few minutes of massage, even a few minutes of bio-DNA-enhanced massage wasn't likely to overcome. Going for her tits would simply prove to her that she'd been right to doubt him.

He moved down to her belly.

She wiggled beneath his touch. That wasn't a part of her body she was probably accustomed to letting anyone touch. For one thing, she probably thought her soft tummy was unsexy as she didn't have the rock-hard and cut abdomen of someone like Kat. Well, if that was what she thought, she was wrong. He found her completely sexy.

Gentle strokes on her lower tummy seemed to free up a nervous path between her big tits and her pussy. He wished she had taken off her skirt as well as her blouse so he could see whether there was any blockage anywhere but he had to deal with what he'd been given.

After a few minutes, he again shifted his focus, this time to her thighs.

When he'd neared her thighs earlier, she'd been way too tense. Now, her body welcomed his touch and her conscious mind seemed to have grown accustomed to it. Of course her conscious mind wasn't his target... it was just a potential landmine he needed to avoid setting off.

Underneath her skirt, her legs were bare which was lucky. He definitely didn't want to spend a lot of time rubbing nylon. Her thighs weren't as hard and muscled as Kat's but they had a great shape and were nicely toned. And were tense which gave him every excuse to continue kneading them.

He used his knuckles to separate the big muscles of her quadriceps, then tried long finger-strokes down the length of her thighs.

And that was what did it. She bucked up... her nerves sending enhanced signals all over her body and she moaned with what he could only define was pleasure.

She started to reach for her pussy with her right hand and then grabbed that hand with her left, physically preventing herself from masturbating in front of Rick.

That was fine with him. He didn't want to give her any excuse to deny who, exactly, had brought her to orgasm.

Still being careful to stay well away from her pussy, he flipped up her skirt, exposing her upper thighs. Then he continued the light stroking, but moving his fingers to her inner thigh.

She froze, tensing up again. For a moment, he feared all of his work would be undone, but then she sighed and relaxed again, her hands, thwarted in their attempt to reach for her pussy moving to squeeze her breasts underneath her bra.

"That's right," he said. "Let yourself go. Give in to the moment. Feel what your body needs. Nobody here is trying to hurt you. Noone will force you to do more than you want or demand anything in return. It's all about you."

She groaned and grabbed her tits hard, her hands squeezing her nipples as they tugged her tits away from her chest.

Now that he'd flipped up her skirt, the growing wet spot in her panties provided him at least some of the information watching her nerves play across her pussy would normally do. He grinned to himself. Yes, this was working.

Finally, after what, to Tiffany had surely seemed an eternity as he'd given her time to anticipate what might come next, Rick brought his thumbs right to the crease where her thighs met her hips and stroked.

She gripped her tits even harder and bucked again, shoving her pussy down toward his hands.

He dug his thumbs more deeply into the softness of her upper thighs and let her cum.

Her fingers left faint bruises in her tits from the firmness with which she'd gripped herself and her panties were soaked through before she finally stopped thrashing.

"That..." she stopped to pant for a good half minute. "That was... I've never... that wasn't just a massage. I could arrest you for--"

"For what? For helping you break out of some of your destructive self-narratives? For giving you what you so desperately needed? Come on, Tiffany. We're a team now. We're working together to nail the assholes responsible for a murder in your jurisdiction and I just gave you something you desperately needed."

"I definitely did." Her voice sounded younger, happier. Which was lucky for her although Rick had let himself get turned on with no immediate thought of any release. Of course the house was full of his lovers. He figured even if Kat and Usha were too messed up from their abuse to be ready for sex, Donna and Tanya would be.

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" he asked.