Page 120 of One Indian Girl
Should I stop him?I wondered. I placed my hand on his wrist but offered no resistance. Another strong wave came up and wet my entire dress. His fingers stroked my thighs.
Am I really doing this?my rational mind asked me one last time in a meek voice while I moaned. Nobody cared about the rational mind tonight. My hand slid under his linen T-shirt, already wet due to the water. I touched his hard chest, and circled my index finger around his left nipple. He bit my lower lip in excitement.
We sat up. He removed his shirt, keeping his shorts on. He pulled up my dress and had me wriggle out of it. We lay down again, the cold sand under our backs. He kissed my navel, touching his tongue to it. My knees lifted a little. I grabbed his head with my hands.
‘Neel,’ I whispered. He didn’t hear me. His mouth and fingers continued to explore me. He traced my bra with a lazy finger. He took his time, to match the slow pace of the island. After a while, he lifted me a little. His hand went behind me and unhooked my bra in one snap. My breasts felt the cold breeze. He paused to look at them, whatever he could see in the moonlight.
He touched a nipple with his fingertip. Took a breast in his hand. I could feel myself melting all over. When my hand brushed over his shorts I knew he was as turned on as I was, if not more. His mouth was on my breasts.
I lifted my hips and he pulled down my underwear. Then we were both naked on the sandy beach. He leaned over me again and kissed my inner thighs. His tongue reached down there and kissed me intimately. I almost jumped up in excitement.
Like all his kisses, he kept this light and slow, till I began to tremble. His tongue began to gather pace. The pleasure became unbearable. I arched my back. Debu had gone down on me before. However, this was a completely new level of sensation and pleasure. If Debu was French fries, this was a gourmet six-course meal. If Debu was beer, this was champagne. If Debu was a boat, this was a luxury cruise.Stop comparing, and what’s with the weird analogies?I mentally scolded myself, and refocused on the moment. Neel continued to work magic with his tongue. I arched my back further and dug my fingers in his hair.
‘Everything good?’ he whispered.
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.
27
The sun has a way of making everything visible, even your blunders. When dawn broke I opened my eyes. I blinked, trying to orient myself. The seawater glistened in front of me but my mouth felt parched. I felt a headache coming on. Water, I needed water. Neel lay next to me, fast asleep.
‘No way,’ I mumbled. ‘No way, Radhika. No way.’
I smacked my forehead. I found my clothes next to me. I wore them as quietly and quickly as possible. I stood up, wondering if I should wake Neel up. I decided not to. I picked up the glasses and the empty champagne bottle, the catalyst to last night’s disaster, and walked back. The sun rose higher. I walked fast. I didn’t want to face Neel right now. In fact, I didn’t want to face him ever.
Back in my room I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
‘Fuck,’ I said out loud. ‘What the fuck have you done, Radhika?’
I lay there motionless. A million thoughts ran through my mind.What did I just do? I slept with a partner at Goldman Sachs. I slept with a man twenty years older than me.I realized Neel was just ten years younger than my father.
Radhika, how could you do it?Mini-me jumped out of her cave. All of a sudden, mini-me had full authority.
There is something wrong, something totally fucked up about you. You are just a bloody useless little idiot.
My happy mood from yesterday had evaporated. Life had just begun to sort itself out. I had closed a great deal. I had been promoted. I had even somewhat gotten over Debu. All this had given me a new shot of self-esteem. Now it meant nothing. I curled up in my bed in tears. Mini-me continued to talk, or rather yell at me.
He’s fucking married. He has two kids. There is a wife. They are all waiting in Hong Kong, where both of you live.
