<strong>Mike and Katy</strong><br/><br/>Mike smiled when Katy pushed the coffee cup to the side. It helped to ease the pang of embarrassment of being caught aroused from watching Sean and Beth together in foreplay. The way her eyes looked up at him she didn’t seem to mind, and it helped rebound his confidence instantly. Katy’s expression was tormentingly beautiful, her brown eyes daring him to take what he wanted, touch what he wanted.<br/><br/>And he did. His hands wrapped around the short satin robe she wore, and he pulled her tight against his frame. His fingers fanned across her back as their lips met, and he tasted her for the first time. Mike didn’t know just how aroused he was until he felt Katy’s body against his own. Her skin was warm and smooth, and her body promised pleasures Mike hadn’t felt in a long time.<br/><br/>Mike liked Katy; he had already started to feel a bond forming with her. Perhaps it was from his time at sea, where you met new people all the time and suddenly you had to trust them implicitly up to and including with your own life. In Mike’s mind, he and Katy were embarking upon a two year voyage in this kiss. His lips purred against hers as he tasted her. He was eager but slow, taking his time to feel how her lips suctioned against his; how her body reacted to his hold. In an instant Beth and Sean were forgotten, and only Katy existed, and only this moment mattered.