Author's notes: I've turned on my little smutty mind again.

Here's the main course.

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The More! lingered a while between them.

Then Barbara downed the remains of her champagne in one gulp and put the glass on the board.

"You're much too far away." she said hoarsely and with that sat up and brought her legs under herself, moving on her knees over to Thomas.

"I concur!" he whispered. Then sharply "What...?!" as she had deeply inhaled and started to kiss his arousal under water. She bit him on the root, then licked and kissed him there. Then she had to come up gasping for air.

"Forgot my diving equipment." she apologized grinning and with dripping wet hair.

Thomas still was a bit gobsmacked. "I... err... there I've got..." he pointed to the condom on the board.

Above sealevel Barbara licked and kissed her way up to Thomas' chest. She teased his nipple by just breathing on it and barely touched it, only licking around. Finally she bit it slightly then soothed it with a kiss.

Barbara sat up to look at Thomas. She felt his arousal graze her thigh but she took care that she wouldn't touch him fully. To prevent Thomas' glass from slipping off his hands she took it and put it on the board without breaking eye contact.

I'm goin' to let me have you! she thought adventurously.

As if he could have read it in her eyes he thought Take the lot!

He placed his hands on her upper thighs but didn't pull her down though there was nothing better he would like to do. Barbara caressed the red marks of her fingernails on his upper arms and then his chest and bent over to kiss him again. Thomas closed his eyes when her lips met his collarbone, breathing their way to his neck and then to his earlobe.

"I'm in the mood to take what's due to me, my Lordship." she breathed hardly audible into his ear.

"I'm all yours!" he answered hoarsely.

Barbara nibbled at his earlobe, then on his stubbly lower jaw until she came to his lips. She moved her face some inches away to look him in the eye again. The realisation of her own courage peeked through the fog of her wanton thoughts and sheepishly she bit her lower lip. Not able to keep still Thomas raised his hips just an inch, thereby gaining a hint of a touch of their lower regions.

"Go on!" he croaked and Barbara closed the distance to kiss his lips. Her hands still laid on his chest. They deepen the kiss. Both opened their lips simultaneously to entangle their tongues. Barbara wound her legs around his and pulled herself onto his groin, straddling him properly and feeling his full length on her wet parts.

"I'm goin' to let me have you." she purred and raked her fingernails across his chest. He blushed.

Really, he blushed. Barbara thought and grinned lascivously.

"Take the... diving equipment!" Thomas panted.

"Not yet!" Barbara whispered back. She didn't want to break the touch yet. Instead she started to move herself over him from the top to the root and back. She just needed more friction and lustfully realised that he was already hard enough. She suddenly took him in and Thomas sharply inhaled.

"The connie..." he whispered with a stifled moan.

"Not yet!" Barbara panted. She sat up and ajusted herself around Thomas. He still held her thighs without pulling.

Slowly Barbara started to rock. She had her eyes closed and Thomas was somewhat irritated if additionally very pleased by her wantonness. He also closed his eyes and let her ride him. Her hands grabbed the rim of the tub to steady herself. Thomas was afraid that it would be a short pleasure if she would continue that pace. Then the flash of a thought struck him again.

"Baby, the condom..."

"Not now!" Barbara groaned unwillingly.

"But..."

She interrupted him with her inner muscles tightening around his length. Cheekily she grinned at him because it definitely was by will and obviously hit the mark. His pupils dilated. She lustfully massaged her breast.

"You..." was all he managed to say when she did that muscle game again. Once more sharply inhaling he closed his eyes and let his head fall back.

Who am I to stop her? he thought surrendering.

The water started to lap against the tub in the rhythm of her movements. Barbara sat upright and moved herself up and down his full length. She was supported by Thomas' hands now gripping firmly on her thighs.

Just when she started to touch herself in the area where they both were connected he pressed his hand on her belly and moved his thumb onto her sensitive spot without even opening his eyes. His hips now moved in her rhythm.

"Oh, Thomas." Barbara moaned.

Increasing their speed the water started to pitch and toss which had a wonderful reversing effect on their rocking.

Thomas held on to the rim with one hand for not sliding down. The other hand let its thumb go on circling on her spot. He started watching her again, he couldn't get enough of that sight.

Barbara also steadied herself on the rim of the tub and clasped it hard now with both hands. There was little more to push her over. Her eyes were screwed up and her lips pursed. She didn't look like she was thinking anymore.

"Relax!" he whispered strained.

"No!" Barbara whined, starting to pant heavily. The next convulsions of her inner muscles were involuntary.

At the same time Thomas took over the active part and pushed himself up. He thrusted hard and deeper into her centre and dug his fingers into her thighs.

"Yes!" She cried out and let the orgsam wash over her. She let her head fall back and cried out again.

Thomas succeeded in thrusting a few more times before he dug both hands tightly into Barbara's thighs, pushed himself up, pulled her down and involuntarily constricted his tummy muscles so that he sat up. He roared out loud and came inside of her.

"Oh, Tom!" she moaned loud.

"Gosh, Barbara!" he roared again when he felt another orgasm from Barbara flooding over his arousal.

It hadn't been the steam of the bath that had made them sweat. Apparently they had forgotten time and so the water now wasn't really hot anymore. Slowly they calmed down and broke their intimate connection. Barbara giggled nervously when she laid herself flat against his chest, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm... err..." she stammered.

His fingertips teased her back. "Hmm?"

"You get me to do that."

"What?"

"That... you know what I mean, Thomas... I'm not used to that kind of... um, well..." she started to whisper now. "...proactivity."

"Hm, on my behalf you could be proactive on me more often and whenever or wherever you like, Baby."

As if to underline his words he swayed his hips under hers though he was far away from the next round.

"Stop it, Thomas." Barbara giggled.

They decided that now indeed the bath had become too cold to continue and Thomas' objection that they just needed to change some water had been quashed by Barbara. They wriggled themselves out of their huddling position and stood up. Thomas didn't care about dripping the floor totally wet when he climbed out and got two big towels. Tenderly they dried each other up.

He wrapped the towel around her bum and pulled her close to him. Her body still was somewhat radiating and they shared a deep kiss. With their foreheads bumped they stood some moments.

"You know what?" Thomas asked softly. "I think from now on I will always remember this particular bath when I smell roses."

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