His surprise only made Irene laugh harder as he gave in to the fun, and turned the tables on her.<br/><br/>As he lifted her up, Irene braced her hands on the tub edge and held herself aloft, looking down as he managed still to touch her, issuing her options for atonement, and his threat.<br/><br/>“You really think that you could roll me under, do you?  Well, I wouldn’t want to hurt you, Sam.  So, I’ll take option A and B,” she said, easing onto him, shifting to direct him into her welcoming grip once more.  She sat on him, smiling, her eyes closing for a moment as that magnificent full feeling overcame her, her eyes rolling up in her head.<br/><br/>She moved one knee and then the other beside Sam’s hips, slipping on the slick surface of the tub.  She laughed helplessly as she tried to gain purchase in the water.<br/><br/>“I think we need to slide down a bit, brace yourself...I don’t think your head will go under...” Irene said.  She stared at Sam, pale eyes like the desert sky mid morning before the heat haze overtook the blue.  “You’re where you need to be,” she said, giving her ass a little wriggle, surprising herself with how good it felt.  With new incentive, Irene leaned forward and kissed Sam, turning her head and deepening the kiss, her tongue moving over his lower lip before entering his mouth as she braced on her elbows and drew herself up, before sliding back down, a clever movement of her hips making fucking her man possible.<br/><br/>She lifted her head in shock at her thoughts, looked at Sam once more.  “Did I mention that I really enjoy making love to you, Sam?”  She kissed his upper lip, tilting her head to nip and tug it slightly as she rode his cock.  “Mmm.  And, I like fucking you, too.  When you put me on the dresser...”  She smiled and leaned to the side to kiss his neck, trailing nipping kisses to his shoulder, her movement increasing as her reminders worked on her, flooding her with moisture, warmth.<br/><br/>“I like coming.”  She paused to stare at Sam, shrugged her shoulders slightly.  “I can tell that you do, too.  But, you know, the more that I do it, the better I seem to get at it.”  She felt that Sam was secure, so she slid her arms around his neck, used her hands to cushion his head on the tub and continued to fuck him slowly.  It felt really nice, like it could go on for a long time and she’d be just fine.  Their wet skin seemed to hold no friction as she slid up and down him, her chest touching his, nipples teased by the water and the touch into pert peaks.<br/><br/>“God damn, Sam.  This is nice,” she admitted, leaning in to kiss him once more.<br/>