Kissing On Lap Novels & Stories

The kiss tasted of champagne and the mint he always chewed when he was nervous. They moved her to the long couch without discussion. Julian sat and pulled her into his lap so she straddled him. Mateo stayed behind her, kneeling on the cushions, mouth traveling down her spine while his hands reached around to roll and pinch her nipples. Julian’s cock was already hard against her through his trousers. She rocked against him once, deliberate, and watched his eyes go dark.

I tell him, tilting my head up to look at him. "Then you won't be scared when I do this." He says, leaning down to pick me up from the floor. He places me on his lap and presses his lips onto mine. I let him take control of the kiss, moving my lips against his, following his lead. He adjusts me to straddle him, making me wrap my legs around his waist, resting my legs on the couch. I'm just about to start enjoying our kissing when he breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against mine as we catch our breaths.

I say, causing Aurel to fall silent before nodding. Slowly this time, she pulls my face towards hers, pressing our lips together again. It's as if I'm allowing Aurel to take control of the desires between us. She sips at my lips, playing with her small and incredibly soft lips. Her slow movements make me impatient. I pull her waist closer, pressing her body against mine. I open my mouth and capture her small lips, kissing her fervently. Aurel grips onto my hair gently, fueling my passion even further. I'm slightly surprised when Aurel doesn't sit still on my lap, something hard down there almost bursting to life.

Or both. But a little kissing couldn’t hurt, right? Like last night, our kiss had started slowly; passionately, the warm water welcoming our bodies into its depths. He had spread his legs for me under the water, welcoming me to float lightly on his lap as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him so I wouldn’t drift away. The tub was deeper than I had anticipated, and I found I actually needed his lap to keep my head above water.

The rain outside made dewdrops which gradually covered the windshield. Ozgur is getting closer, I can feel his warm breath in front of my face, and I finally close my eyes. And my lips immediately opened to welcome his lips that kissed me passionately. His lips sucked my upper and lower lips, alternately. So that it makes hot smacking sounds when I kiss his lips too. He lowered the seat of my seat, so that I was half lying down, and he came closer to me. Then he turned our body position, he brought me on his lap. I sat with my legs straddled between his body. Because he lowered the seat, thus making his body half lying.

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.

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.

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.