Kissing On Lap Novels & Stories

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.

They shared a passionate kiss, their embrace growing stronger. Orion drew her nearer, their warmth intertwining. His hands moved downward to her buttocks. He gently held her and placed her on his lap. Their lips remained intertwined. His warm tongue gently explored the space between her lips, moving with a deliberate rhythm that sparked her imagination. Livia let out a soft sigh, longing to savour his presence and fully immerse herself in him. Her hands glided down his firm physique, reaching the buckle of his belt, while their lips remained locked in a passionate kiss.

With each kiss, I notice it twitching in response. Slowly, I get up and climb over him, positioning my knees on either side of him as I sit on his lap, my skirt bunching up around me. The heated moisture from my sex soaks through his boxer shorts, making him groan in ecstasy. I begin to grind against him, each movement sending waves of electrifying sensation through him. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he grabs my head, capturing my lips in a desperate kiss. “Oh, Harper,” he whispers against my mouth.

I kissed her, and she snuggled against me. After a while, having her on my lap began to have an effect on me once more. Kass felt it and squirmed on my lap. "My God!" she exclaimed. "Are you getting hard again?" I was, so I nodded. "It looks that way," I said. The lovely young woman sitting in my lap stretched, then she kissed me. "I need to go to the bathroom before we do anything else," she said after the kiss ended. She stood up.

The kiss wasn't rushed or fast. It was slow, deep, and gentle. A press of our lips together, a feeling of our tongues slipping into each other’s mouths, and feeling the insides. I wrapped my arms around Belladonna’s waist and drew her into my lap, pressing her to me and I groaned into her mouth when I felt her ass rub against my throbbing dick.

To my mortification, I replied, “Don’t.” He lifted me, set me near the headrest, set my legs apart and crawled in the middle. I closed my legs around his hips. A wild snarl escaped his lips as he pulled me up his lap and kissed me deeper. This time he was slow enough to memorize and hungry enough to leave no doubt. When I gasped, he swallowed the sound.

I stand and make my way to where he's seated, then I sit on his lap and place my hand on the side of his neck, pressing my lips to his. The Kiss is passionate, he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and I open up more, letting it dance against mine like a hypnotic rhythm. The kiss is slow but hard and steamy. Sucking, nibbling and teasing. I nibble on his bottom lip and tug at it with my teeth when pulling away. His hand comes to my throat. "That was one hell of a reward. Makes me want to do tones of suicidal shit just to get more." I just chuckle and get off his lap to sit back in my chair, then we finish continue eating our meal.

When the kiss ended their eyes were locked together while her hips communicated her primal need as they gently pumped against his hardness. Taking her hand he led her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap. Nicole's mind was in turmoil. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but for so long she had needed to feel wanted and desired. Her ass squirmed in his lap for a moment as she tried to decide, then her decision made she leaned down and kissed him. Her tongue slid between his lips while his hand drifted down over her hips and gripped the firm curves of her ass to pull her closer into their embrace. Nicole's tongue danced with his and she moaned encouragement as she surrendered to her lust