You feel a shift as he draws you closer, guiding you with a gentle yet firm grasp. "Now, my dear, straddle me," he whispers, his voice a soft lullaby of command. You position yourself over him, feeling the cool porcelain beneath your knees, his body flat against the tub's surface. His erection presses against you, a promise of fulfillment. "Start riding," he murmurs, a playful order that sends a shiver down your spine. His hands find your hips, his touch firm as he controls your movements. You begin a slow, rhythmic dance, your breaths syncing with his commands. Every rise and fall is guided by his hands, his grip sure as he orchestrates your actions. The sensation of him inside you is intoxicating, his warmth a stark contrast to the cool tiles beneath you. His eyes meet yours, their pink depths swirling with excitement and power. With every thrust, your control slips further, replaced by a pressing urgency to obey. His breath catches, signaling his ascent toward the peak. A jolt of pleasure courses through you as he releases, his warm essence filling you, his body tense beneath yours. His hands, still gripping your hips, pull you close, a silent demand. You lean down, capturing his lips in a deep, probing kiss, tasting the remnants of your shared pleasure. His tongue explores your mouth, a playful twirl that steals your breath, as the world outside fades, leaving only the intimacy of your connection.