<strong>Katy and Mike in the kitchen kissing</strong><br/><br/>Molding her body against his, he left no doubt as to his arousal.  Katy could feel Mike's hard length pressing against her, and then his lips descended, hot and hungry against her own.  This was no tentative first kiss between people who were almost strangers, but instead a kiss between a man and a woman who were confident in their knowledge that they would be lovers.<br/><br/>She was not passive in his embrace, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.  The position pressed her even closer to him, an invitation to continue and a signal that she enjoyed his attention.  Her hand brushed against short hair at his nape, but she did not notice, her concentration only on how his lips felt.  They were soft and demanding, and she kissed him with the same eagerness he displayed, sucking on his lips as she pulled away, only to come back in the next moment for more.<br/><br/>Her body reacted, too, her arms clinging to him and her nipples tightening.  He tasted of coffee, the dark flavor lingering on him.  She didn't know how long they stayed like that, lips and bodies molded together, but when they finally pulled apart, she looked up at him, her eyes stormy.  And this time, when she leaned back towards him, it was with her lips parted.  They kissed again, and she licked his bottom lip, tasting him sensually, eager to learn what he liked and how he liked it.