Page 62 of A Curvy Girl’s Hurricane Survival Guide

“Later,” I say against her skin. “I’m busy worshiping the greatest ass in Arizona. Maybe the entire Southwest. I’m conducting very important research.”

She giggles, but only until I put my mouth back on her, and then she begins to writhe and beg. I can’t hold her back anymore, and she turned over, pulling herself up, and began to work on my belt. I stepped off the bed to finish undressing for her.

“Your research complete now, Dr. Jones?” Cai asks.

I set the world record for fastest undressing ever and dive back onto the bed. “Not yet,” I say. “But I’m happy to continue my studies all night.”

Cai reaches between us and grabs me. For a terrifying moment, I think I’ve held back for too long, and I’m not going to make it more than a few seconds.

I take some deep breaths and start thinking of the most unsexy things I can think of: long division, Ross Geller yelling “Pivot,” and the ending of Toy Story 3. I am able to pull myself back from the ledge.

“Condom?” she asks.

I freeze. “Under the sink, I think.”

Fuck. I hope.

I begin to panic slightly; it has been a while.

Cai gets up on her knees to go look. In doing so, she catches the full length of me between her soft, warm thighs. She is kneeling before me, and I am kneeling before her, essentially fucking her thighs.

I let out a completely undignified sound.

She looks down, smiles mischievously, presses her thighs tighter together, and begins rocking slowly.

This is a wholly new experience for me. I’m not even inside her but surrounded by the sweet embrace of her soft thighs and lubricated by her ecstasy earlier, and I am losing my mind.

In what feels like seconds (or maybe hours; time has stopped cooperating), I come between her thighs with a groan that is definitely not sexy.

Cai looks ridiculously pleased with herself, and she releases me.

“God,” I say, collapsing onto my back. “How embarrassing. I came just from your thighs!”

“That was super hot,” Cai says, shaking her head in disbelief. “I’ve never done anything like that…”

She gets out of bed and walks towards the en suite bathroom.

“Where are you going?” I croak out, mouth suddenly dry.

“To go wash up,” she says, turning towards me, arms spread as if to show me the mess we made and why she needs to.

I don’t think it had the intended effect, because I don’t think she looks like she needs washing up. She is glistening with the aftermath of my release. It’s an image I want to preserve. I try to memorize her wet thighs and the swing of her hips as she walks, and I frown slightly as she closes the door to the bathroom, so I lose sight of them.

No matter. Cai is in my home. The image of her in all her glory no longer has to solely exist in my mind.

Rule #26

TO HELL WITH CAUTION; FULL SPEED AHEAD!

CAI

The shower is life-giving. It had been too complicated to fully figure out, but I managed to get something akin to a tepid rainfall to rinse off the travel and carnality. Standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel, my skin feels alive. It’s tingling like it has been zapped awake by Sonny’s hands and lips.

I grab two condoms out from under the sink (just in case), wrap my hair in a towel, and pull on a zippered hoodie I find hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

Back in the bedroom, Sonny looks up at me, his mouth falling open in surprise. I stop mid-step.

“What?” I ask. “Is it ok that I put this on?”