Conversation continued around us, but we still locked gazes, as if we were frozen in a moment and the rest of the men faded away. When we lay down later on, he instantly pulled me against him. No words were spoken. His lips found mine and his hands explored my body, caressing the hard ridges of my muscled stomach and traveling lower. Soft moans turned to gasps. Kisses deepened and became more desperate, as if it were our first time. Or our last.
