Free Searching for Moore by Julie A. Richman Page A

spot.” All she could do was nod vigorously. “Feels good, huh?” She continued to nod, her smile matching his. He pulled her jeans and underwear down together and she kicked them off her feet. “Much better,” he acknowledged. He dipped two fingers into her and moved them to a spot on the front wall that made her gasp. His smile took on a devilish lilt — he knew he had her now.
    He pulled his fingers out of her and slipped his forefinger into his mouth, sucking it slowly. “You taste good,” he ran his middle finger, which had just been inside of her, along her lips. She reached for his hand and sucked his middle finger into her mouth, tasting herself. She licked his finger from base to tip and then sucked it back in her mouth. “You are killing me,” he growled.
    She smiled, “Good.”
    And he laughed. Bending down, he nipped her playfully on her hipbone and kept nipping in a line to the top of her thighs. “Now we’ll see who is going to kill who,” and with that he buried his face in her, taking the tip of his tongue and licking slowly from back to front. When he reached her clit, he stopped and pulled his tongue away.
    “Noooooo,” she moaned.
    He smiled and without lifting his head said, “No? As in no more? Ok, if that’s what you want.”
    “Motherfucker,” she growled and he smiled at her “Inner New Yorker” surfacing and the shy girl getting lost somewhere in the heat of the moment. He felt her hands in his hair, pressing his face back toward her pussy.
    “Are you trying to tell me you want more?” He was most amused, “I’m not quite understanding what you are telling me, Mia.”
    “Son of a bitch!” She yelled, laughing at the same time.
    “Umm, hate to break it to you, but those are not the magic words to get you what you want.”
    She sprang up in one move and knocked him on his back, surprising him. “Then, I’ll just take what I want.”
    “What is it you want, Baby Girl?” He was breathless.
    “You,” she stared intently into his eyes. Suddenly very serious.
    “Why is that?”
    “Because,” she searched his face, “because I love you.”
    And there they were, the words he had shared with her earlier. And she was now saying them back to him. He hadn’t scared her away. He smiled at his sweet little freckle-faced Baby Girl, flipped her back over onto her back and made his way down between her thighs again. “Excuse me,” he said, “but I was rudely interrupted.”

CHAPTER 19
    The four were all jumping with nervous energy as they got ready to give the oral part of their group presentation. They had a thirty page supporting document that would also be a part of determining their grade, but the presentation was what would kick it off and if they could nail it, they would be halfway home.
    The “baby” of the group was taking the lead, because she was clearly the most fearless. She was also a great communicator, especially on subjects about which she was passionate. Schooner ran his hands up and down her arms as she took deep breaths.
    “You ok?” He asked.
    “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be fine once I’m up there. This is the hardest part, it’s like being a horse at the gate. Just let me run and I’m fine.”
    And that she was. They got up in front of the lecture hall and Mia kicked it off. Slides, music, analysis — they had it all. It flowed, it was logical, it was passionate, it was interesting and at points, even pushed the envelope.
    Schooner watched Professor Stevens’ composed face as they presented, thinking “I bet he’s a great poker player.” But even great poker players have their tell and his was at the corners of his eyes. His pride in watching Mia was evident. She was clearly what made teaching at the collegiate level satisfying for him. Schooner was so proud of her, and a tinge jealous at the same time of another man being entranced by her, even if it was just intellectually. They each took turns presenting and ended with a breathtaking and