Kissing On Lap Novels & Stories

And then gently glides up in her finger. She then instantly sits on his lap with overwhelming emotions and adrenaline rush and takes his lips in his. The kiss was tender and raw, overwhelming and heart touching as they gently suck over their lips slowly and gradually taking all their time. Her hands wrapping around his neck while his sliding on her waist softly before tightening. He maintains his posture as he remains in his one knee and they passionately pour their heart out with their first ever official kiss or maybe second one because from now onwards there going to be countless one.

"A kiss." I saw her roll her eyes. "Fine." She moved closer to me as I pulled her waist, and she sat on my lap, giving me a sweet kiss. I made a move since I was sitting, allowing me to touch her completely. I let my hands massage her breasts, kissing her passionately and tasting her skin down to her arms. But damn it! A series of knocks interrupted us. We were not in order at that moment, trying to save ourselves from being caught. The door opened. It's her friends.

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

He was set securely in the middle of the bed inside of a carrier. She dropped the tub before making her way back over to Viper quickly. She climbed onto his lap and kissed him. It was the first time they had kissed properly. So far, he’d only been running his tongue along her lips. "Thank you." Viper leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers again, before his tongue came out, and he ran it over her lips. Something Kenzie had discovered he enjoyed doing. He released her and Kenzie climbed off his lap, heading back to the bedroom.

I kissed him like never before and it was obvious he was holding himself back. I groaned, rising up and panting. "What? Don't you want me?" "Of course, but—" I didn't let him complete his sentence and ripped my shirt, exposing my bra that only covered half of my breasts. With that, I sat on his lap, my knees on either side of his chair, straddling him. I cupped his face and resumed kissing him hard. He leaned back, moaning. "Lyric, we shouldn't be doing this." He said, but his tone betrayed him.

I shivered. “You sure about this?” he asked, looking up at me. His thumbs stroked slow circles on my skin, inching higher. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m sure.” That was all he needed. He tugged me down into his lap, and our mouths crashed together. This kiss wasn’t careful like the one in the kitchen. It was hungry. Messy. His tongue slid against mine while one hand fisted in my hair and the other gripped my ass, pulling me tight against the hard bulge in his sweatpants. I rocked against him without thinking, already soaked.

I order, my voice low as I pat my thighs. She moves towards me, facing me, and starts to lower herself onto my lap, but I shake my head. “Turn around.” She blinks and swallows, turning so her butt is in front of me, her knees bending slowly. I dart forward and grab her hips, kissing her round cheek and yanking her down onto my lap. My knees bend and lift, spreading her long legs apart so she can’t clamp those thighs shut on me. Her head tilts back against my shoulder as I caress her breasts again, rolling her nipples between my fingers, my nose burying into her neck and inhaling her sweet scent.

Her arms looped around his neck while she pushed herself on the edge of the chair. Ronin seemed more than eager to reciprocate her affection. He was quick to slide his one hand behind the back of her neck, holding her head gently while with the other, he gave her a tug and guided her to sit on his lap. Their kiss deepened, a fusion of longing and reassurance that momentarily drowned out the weight of the revelations they were grappling with.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

"Let me make up for it." Like a whisper through grassland, their lips touched, then touched again. Ten, twenty, thirty little kisses as if to count the ones they had missed. All the while, their eyes remained open, watching the other pair darken, the pupils dilate with lust. Katherine's fingers, still gloved, raked through his hair. His one hand stroked her back, the other kneading her behind and slowly, gently guiding her onto his lap. The shiver ran in both directions when his hardness met the place between her thighs. Ragged moans rang between the kisses and he could not help but press stronger onto her butt, rubbing their sexes together through the fabric.