<strong>Katy with Mike in the kitchen</strong><br/><br/>In a flash, Mike turned from exploratory to demanding, giving Katy insight into who he was as a lover.  As he turned her, her body responded, humming to life, preparing for his entry.  His lips traced along her nape, and she could feel his shaft nudge her ass, and then she was being guided to the table in a move so smooth, it barely registered that she was moving.  His hands touched her in the most delicious ways, and her breathing was ragged, her back arching when he bent her over.<br/><br/>A low moan escaped her lips when his fingers brushed against her clit.  She knew he could feel how wet she'd become for him, how needy her body was in that moment.  Her naked breasts pressed against the smooth wood of the table, hard nipples pebbling even further.  She knew that he was ready too, his breathing as heavy as his weight on her.  He was going to fuck her, and he was going to be amazing at it. And she wanted it.<br/><br/>Except she didn't.  She looked at the door of the boathouse, imagining Sean and Beth in there.  What were they doing?  Sharing kisses as she and Mike had been a moment ago?  Or would they emerge any moment, coming into the house to find her bent over a table being fucked from behind?  What would they think?<br/><br/>For Katy, that was what made her pull back.  If she walked in on Sean and Beth in that moment in this position, she would be disappointed.  She had come here not to seek permission for two years of open sex, but rather to find love.  There was no need to rush, not into fast, hard sex someone might have with a one night stand.  She was hot for Mike.  She wanted him.  There could be no denial of that, not to him or herself.  But not like this, watching a door and imagining two other lovers.  When she joined with Mike, or with Beth or Sean for the first time, she wanted an experience that was as intimate as it was sexual, and that mean slowing things down and taking her time to really explore this.<br/><br/>"Mike, wait," she said, her voice tight with desire that she fought.  She turned in his arms, looking into his eyes squarely.  "I want you badly," she admitted, a smile playing on her lips, "but I need to slow down.  Just a little."  Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against his chest, keeping contact with him, hoping he'd understand that she didn't want to stop.