One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I simply nodded. It wasn’t just good. It was divine, sublime,
insane Philippines-exclusive-island-level good.
I could feel the build-up of an orgasm within me, as could he. I squeezed his face between my
thighs. I came, hard. He lifted himself up and brought his face close to mine. He used his arm to gently
part my legs and entered me. He moved with gentle and firm strokes. I felt the build-up again and I
came a second time, more intensely than the first. My body shook, I closed my eyes, and I blacked out
for at least thirty seconds. This one orgasm had the intensity of ten orgasms.
He paused after I came and pulled out of me. He brought his face close to mine and gently
pecked me on the cheek.
‘You okay?’ he said, his voice tender.
‘That.. .’ I said as I gasped for breath. ‘That.. .was something else. How on earth did you do
that?’
He simply grinned in response. In embarrassment, I covered my face with my hands. He gently
removed my hands and looked into my eyes.
He entered me again. He felt bigger than before. I clutched his shoulders as we continued to
make love. Water hit us from time to time. We kissed till I felt his shoulder spasm under my hand and
he groaned.
He looked into my eyes and smiled. He played with my eyelashes. He put his arm around me
as we lay down side by side, facing each other.
‘That was.. .’ he whispered and paused to take a breath before he spoke again, ‘something
else.’
‘I know,’ I whispered back.
The stars twinkled above us. My day had started early with a morning flight in Hong Kong.
Our frantic lovemaking made me feel tired. Fatigue took over. I closed my eyes.