Sugar & Spice

Kiss Land

You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain't free

You gotta pay with ya body..

Not really into kisses leadin' into nothin'

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*Flashback Continued*

"Where are we going?" I ask shyly.

"To Kiss Land," he chuckles.

When we step outside there's a man waiting outside of a sleek, black car.

"Do you trust me?"

His question takes me by surprise. Even though I know who he is, I don't exactly know him.

I stare into his eyes, looking for a sign that screams "danger!", but there is nothing. It's like he has no emotions at all. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I smile anyways, and say:

"Yes, Abel. Take me to Kiss Land."

He smirks, signaling the driver to open the door, so that we can get in. He holds my hand as I slide elegantly onto the seat. He scoots in after I'm seated, closing the door as the driver makes his way behind the wheel.

The drive is silent and tense.

On the highway everything's a blur. I find comfort in driving; even though I have no idea where we are going.

I flinch when Abel places his hand on my thigh. He immediately removes it. I find comfort in knowing that respects me enough not to try anything unless it is consensual, but I want him to touch me. He just caught me off guard.

Without a word, I reach for his hand and place it back on my thigh. His eyes connect with mine momentarily before he looks straight ahead. His fingers rub small circles on my skin, giving me goosebumps. His index finger slips between my thighs, parting them slightly.

My breath hitches.

He glances over at me, his hand moving towards the bottom of my dress. I nod my head slightly, giving him permission to do what he wants with me. He slowly begins to slide my dress up my milky thighs. I stare intently, loving the way his skin looks against mine.

When my dress is bunched up around my hips he places his hand on my inner thigh. His knuckle brushes against my core, and I can't hold back the moan that escapes my parted lips.

He looks into my eyes, chuckling darkly. His grip on my thigh tightens. "What do you want from me, huh?" His lips brush my ear. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Jaz," he breathes, biting my ear lobe.

"I want you.. I want you to.. just kiss me," I struggle to say.

He captures my lips with his own.

His lips are soft, but they move skillfully against my own. He's an even better kisser than I could imagine, but I can't say I'm surprised. He bites, licks, and sucks his way down to my collarbone, humming against my skin as he marks me.

My body is on fire, so when he reaches his arm around me to undo my seat belt I don't hesitate to climb onto his lap.

"Damn. A little eager, huh babygirl?" I let out a quiet whimper, pathetically grinding against him. Hearing that nickname roll off his velvety tongue is enough to drive any woman to madness. I bury my face in his sweaty neck, letting out sounds I've never heard myself make. "That's it, babygirl. Don't hold back. Let it out," he groans.

My dress is hitched up around my stomach, revealing my lace thong. His hands snake behind me, gripping my ass tightly. He gropes and pinches my ass, slapping it roughly when he notices the reaction he's eliciting from me.