Moore to Lose by Julie A. Richman Page B

— she knew that, and seeing the Twin Towers outside the window over Tom’s shoulder brought back the dream she and Schooner shared of a special night up in Windows on the World, on the 106th floor. They had talked about celebrating her 18th birthday there and a wave of melancholy swept over her. Would it ever go away? Would she ever truly stop loving him? And she asked herself the question for which she did not have an answer — why do I still love him?
    “Oddly enough, I feel like I am over my head with you.” He was still holding her wrist, his lips pressed softly against the sensitive skin. The seductive sensation brought her back to the present.
    Mia laughed, “No, you don’t.”
    “I do, seriously. I care about you, I worry about you, I think about you. I see things and I want to share them with you. I want to hear about your day everyday and I want you to know about mine. I want to know what you’re seeing and how you’d photograph it or write about it. I see things in LA and in my head I can just hear you making a snarky comment and I laugh out loud with no one there — or sometimes it’s worse because someone is there and they have no idea of what I am laughing about and I can’t tell them — they just wouldn’t get it. I write a great line and I think, Mia’s going to love this.”
    Mia was laughing at Tom’s monologue.
    “It’s true. You laugh, but it’s true. It is. The point of this, Mia, is you are with me in my head and my heart all the time. You have gotten under my skin because you are so real and you’re real with me and I love that. I need that. I need you. I do.” He was looking at her earnestly and shaking his head. “I need you and I want you and I have waited for tonight for what seems like an eternity. And everything about what I’ve just said is so unlike me. And I really kind of like it. And I feel like I’m eighteen again and I just want to be your boyfriend. And you’re smiling at me. What’s that smile about?”
    Tom had just managed to pull Mia out of her melancholy and dissuade all her fears. He was so damn disarming. “I think I have a huge crush on my boyfriend.”
    “I know I’ve got a huge crush on my girlfriend,” and then in a whisper, “Please don’t be afraid.”
    “I think you should kiss me,” she whispered back.
    With his lips against hers, “I think I should ravage you.”
    “Yeah, that too.”
    In an unhurried dance, clothes slowly came off, piece by piece, until they were lying facing one another, both naked. Slim and muscular with a runner’s body, Mia lightly ran her fingers from his shoulder down his biceps across his hairless chest. His skin was silken, baby soft and she rubbed it reverently.
    “You feel so good.” He watched her explore and become confident as she touched him, stopping every so often to find his lips. As she pulled away from his lips, she smiled, her hand dropping to his erection. She let her fingernails graze lightly from the back of his balls forward, up the shaft of his cock, to the soft head, which was already moist. She rubbed her thumb over the moistness and slowly brought her thumb to her mouth where she licked her finger clean, a smile on her face, her eyes trained on his.
    “My new girlfriend is really hot.” Tom’s smile had a most amused tilt to it.
    “Well, don’t tell her, but I’m about to suck your cock.”
    “Oh really?”
    “It’s my birthday and I’m going to blow out your candle.” Mia moved down between Tom’s legs and took his thick and formidable cock in her hands. “Hello,” she spoke directly to the one-eyed monster, “I’ve wanted to meet you for quite a while, but your owner wouldn’t let us become acquainted. Not very nice of him. But you know what? Now you’re mine and we are going to have so much fun together.” And with that Mia’s tongue slowly licked up the length of him as he throbbed to her touch. With the tip of her tongue, she rimmed the circumference of his cock’s