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Authors: Gabbie S. Duran
He kisses me, feeding my body the drug it’s been craving.
His lips feel so soft and warm as I savor the feeling of his kiss, wanting to
hold onto it forever. It’s soft at first, it conveys a message, almost as if
he’s making sure he shows me how he feels. Then he forces my mouth open with
his tongue and I meet him with a force of hunger. He tilts our heads, giving me
more access and I drown in his kiss. I grab onto his shirt with my hands,
pulling myself closer to him.
I can feel his fingers begin to lightly dig into my hair,
almost as if he’s afraid I would pull away, but right now that’s the last thing
I want to do. I pull at his waist, proving that I’m not going anywhere. I need
to feel him closer to me. I need to feel the warmth of his body next to mine
that I’ve been craving.
As our tongues begin to explore each other, our hands begin
to explore each other’s bodies. I lift up Matt’s shirt, running my hands on his
back, feeling the ripples of his muscles and the softness of his skin. His
hands begin to lower to my sides, hesitant to touch me. Then he runs one of
them on the inside of my shirt, with the other gabbing my ass.
He pulls away from me, intensely looking into my eyes. “I…
Choose… You… Beautiful. There will never be anyone else. You are my life, my
world, my everything, and you’d have to kill me in order for me to let you go.”
I kiss him again, needing to know that he really means it.
From the way he’s kissing me at this moment I believe every word of what he’s
just said. Fireworks could have gone off from the force of his kiss. His hands
immediately go to my legs, picking me up, and wrapping them around his waist. I
feel him begin to carry me out of the bathroom. He walks over to my bed,
placing me on it, he looks down at me with desire in his eyes, and I want him
just as badly.
“I need you beautiful, I need you so fucking bad,” he says
to me before lowering himself on me to kiss me again. “Whoever tries to stop me
right now will have to pry me off you, because I don’t plan on stopping this
time.”
Between our hungry kisses we somehow manage to remove our
clothing, ripping them off, not caring how they end up. As each piece of
clothing comes off, the reality of having him next to me, skin on skin,
overpowers me. I need him with a passion that overcomes my ability to take
things slowly.
When we are both finally naked, I think that things are
going to start quickly, but Matt surprises me by saying, “No beautiful, we’ve
both waited so long for this, I’m going to enjoy every inch of your body first.”
He begins by kissing me on the ear, taking the lobe, sucking
it into his mouth, and sending a wave of pleasure all the way down my body.
Then he trails kisses down my neck, lightly nipping at my skin, lowering his
mouth to the valley between my breasts. He’s torturing me all over again like
he did in the hotel room in Chicago, and it’s killing me.
After quickly sucking on each one of my nipples, making me
almost come from the desire speeding through my veins, he keeps going lower,
making sure to remind me just how ticklish I am on my stomach. But what stops
my giggling is when he reaches my thighs. He spreads them with his hands,
running his hands down my legs, to my ankles.
I look down at him as he’s wickedly smiling at me. “I always
thought you had the sexiest legs and ass. I could easily stare at them all day.
I love how you end up ahead of me in a race, giving me a chance to stare at you
from behind. It always gave me a reason to catch up to you when you got too far
ahead of me.”
I giggle from the sensation his touch is giving me as he
runs his palms up my legs. The feeling sends a shiver up and down them as he
lowers his head to trail his lips along the path that his hands just took. I
close my eyes and delight in the feeling of his mouth along my legs. The heat
of his tongue slowly imprints his breath as he makes his way up them.
When he’s reached the center of my body, he places both his
hands under my ass, giving it a tight squeeze before he lifts it so I can feel
his mouth on my core. My breath stops as I feel his tongue on my inner lips
taking in his fill, my hands automatically going to my bedsheets, grabbing them
by the handful. His tongue is teasing and torturing me, making me want more
from him. I throw my head back, lifting my hips to meet his mouth, giving us
both more pleasure. My breathing becomes frantic, my moans get louder with
every lick he gives me, and my body begins to tighten up.
“Relax beautiful, let it go,” I hear Matt say to me, and
that’s when the dam breaks loose. My body feels like it explodes from the force
of me coming into his mouth and I scream his name as I shoot up to the stars.
He keeps devouring my pussy, making my body convulse over and over again.
As I finally come down from the blow of the explosion, I
feel him crawling slowly up my body, kissing his way up until he’s completely
covering me with his own. His sexy eyes are looking down into mine and I lose
myself all over again. I feel him enter my body, making me gasp from his hard
cock entering me, and all I can do is hold onto him with my arms, not wanting
to let him go.
He starts moving inside me, taking it slowly at first, then
he begins to pick up speed, and I wrap my legs around his thighs holding on for
dear life. My nails start digging into his shoulders, urging him on, wanting
more of him. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck and it feels
wonderful.
I lower my hands to dig into his ass wanting him to go
faster, to thrust harder. With each thrust forward I can feel him hit me
against the heat of my core, and he grips my ass as he lifts it to match each
one of his thrusts making me feel him all the way to my cervix. My body begins
to feel the build again and this time I can’t control it and let go, once again
repeatedly screaming Matt’s name as fireworks explode behind my eyes.
I feel him thrust a couple more times inside me before
throws his head back yelling, “Oh God, Abigail!” He says it so loud that I
think even the neighbors might have heard.
We both lay there, trying to catch our breath, and I can
feel the sweat all over our bodies, blending together. He lowers his head and
kisses me again, before saying, “I told you I keep my promises.”
I smile up at him and softly laugh. This is one promise I am
glad he kept. With a pleasantly amused look he asks, “Why are you laughing,
beautiful?”
I bite my lip not wanting to answer, but he rolls onto his
back taking me with him. Our bodies are still connected and Matt holds me to his
chest with his arms, keeping them wrapped around my waist. I lower my body to
him and lay my head on his shoulder, burying my face against his neck, wanting
to prolong this moment.
He kisses my head and we lay in silence for a few minutes
just listening to each other breath. I’m scared to speak, from fear of what
will come out, but I hear Matt speak first. “I love you beautiful, and I really
want to make this work.”
I sigh into Matt’s neck and then lift my head, staring into
his eyes. By the way he’s looking at me right now, I know he really means it,
and there’s no one else in the world I want more than him.
“I love you too, Matt,” I say, lowering my head to kiss him,
“but how much do you really want?” I desperately ask.
“I want everything. I want to wake up next to you every
morning. I want to fall asleep next to you, knowing that I’m going to hold you
all night. I want to be there for you whenever you need me, but most of all, I
want the whole world to know that you’re mine,” he declares.
My eyes tear up, but this time, instead of the hurtful tears
I’m used to having when it comes to him, they’re happy tears. My body starts to
slowly float up to the clouds all over again, knowing that Matthew Garcia is
finally mine as well. He might not have made it a promise, but I don’t care,
I’m willing to make the promise for both of us.
I feel him awaken again inside me as he starts to rock my
body against his and I eventually take over, once again declaring our love to
each other. Promising never to let go.
To my husband and children. Thank you for putting up with my
grouchy attitude during this journey, it was a tough one, but I wouldn’t change
it for the world. You stood by me during the frustration of this journey and I
love you so much for that.
To my mom, Rosa, you were the one who opened my eyes to
reading and I am forever grateful to you for that. You believed in me from the
start, and without your words of encouragement I would have never pushed
forward.
To my first official fan Marisol A. Thank you for letting me
make a reader out of you, you’re one of the reasons why I will keep writing.
To Cassia Leo, for sharing your story to the world for me to
read, without it I would have never found the courage to write this book.
To Christa Simpson, for being my second opinion and giving
me the advice I always needed.
I have to thank my Crazies…they’re too many to name, but
they know exactly who they are. You have made me smile when I needed it,
laughed harder than I wish to, but most of all, been there with me through this
whole process. Although they were the reasons that I didn’t make most of my
deadlines on time, I still love every single one of you.
Most importantly, to my fellow Honey Badgers: George, Sarah,
Jackie, Susan, and Bert. You guys helped me find my inner Abigail on every
single run. You were always there to push me every mile of the way and never
let me give up. Those memories will stay in my heart and mind forever.
Last, but not least, to all the betas, readers, and bloggers
who took the time to read Unspoken Memories. Without you I wouldn’t have a
reason to write. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
