Kissing On Lap Novels & Stories

For years, he had dreamt of this moment—Lily pressed against him, kissing him, wanting him. Lewis growled softly as Lily ground herself down on his lap. He could feel her heat through their clothes, making him harder than ever before. His hands slid down to grip her thighs tightly as she continued to ride his lap slowly. He broke the kiss briefly to whisper hoarsely, "Lily...stop..."

Then I straddled his lap, knees on either side of his hips, and started giving him the lap dance he’d been waiting for. My body rolled against his, breasts brushing his chest through his shirt. I ground down slowly, feeling him thick and hard beneath me, and we both moaned. His hands gripped my thighs hard, fingers digging in like he was holding on for dear life. He buried his face between my breasts, nose dragging over my skin, lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses there. I gasped, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. Then I stopped—pulled back just enough to look at him.

Her tongue rolled inside her mouth as she imagined him fucking her so badly, making her Milky pussy throb with delight. “Okay…I think it's time.” Lincoln's sexy low voice sounded and the next second he suddenly went closer to her, touched her dangling feet then caressed her up to her lap. His eyes were fixed on Lina’s eyes as he leaned down and kissed her full and clean lap like he was worshipping them. His tongue licked from her lap slowly and tingled then up to her waist and in between her thighs before stopping. His eyes turned dark as he looked at her beautiful upper lap and suddenly stood up and took both her laps then raised them up making Lina fall to the back.

Their lips met in a dance of tenderness and longing, an unspoken understanding passing between them. As their lips fervently met in a passionate kiss, Mateo's hands began the gentle task of undressing Ariana. The room was filled with an electric tension as their bodies intertwined, their desires merging with the intensity of their emotions. Ariana, lost in the moment, surrendered herself to the sensations, her focus on the kiss that enveloped her.

Leaning across the front seat of his dad's SUV, Roman's hand fell on his sister's right knee and, instead of feeling his way up her skirt, he pulled her onto his lap, separating her knees on either side of his hips. They kissed fervently, unabashed to let the other know how much they loved, cherished, and desired one another. Sighs and moans were deep and low. Angelica pressed herself against Roman, grinding her hips into his lap. She could just barely feel his growth underneath her. Roman's hands caressed and squeezed her thighs, sliding up her skirt to touch her soft panties and then back down.

He didn’t look away. Our foreheads touched. His breath warmed my lips. I leaned in first. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was slow and steady, building warmth instead of fire. His hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers threading into my hair, holding me just close enough that I could feel his heartbeat. I shifted closer, my knee brushing his. He drew me in, guiding me easily into his lap, like it was something we’d done a thousand times instead of twice.

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

The air around us seems charged with electricity and I begin to think, will he kiss me here, in front of everyone? “What is going on here?” I hear Ms. Azizen thunder as she marches into the room in a very un-ballerina-like manner. Our adoring audience scuffles into position but Adam holds my hand and raises it to his lips. Before I can let out a yelp of protest, he presses his lips to the back of my hand and staring deep into my eyes, he says, “You humble me, Gigi.” I open my mouth and close it again. I am giddy with euphoria and dizzy with love for this endearing boy standing in front of me. I wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

Leaning in toward his ear, I whispered, “Knee-trembling.” “No way. My tie made these knees tremble?” Breathing out a tantalized groan when I kissed his throat, he ran his hands down my thighs until he reached my knees. Then he sat up so he could twist his torso until he was relaxing against the backrest of the sofa with one of my legs draped over his lap and the other tucked behind him. He lifted my bent leg, exposing the skin through ripped cloth so he could lean in and press his lips directly to my skin. Then he stroked his fingers over my other knee as if apologizing for ever making it quake. I went a little dizzy as his fingers slid down my calf and over my ankle where he began to loosen

Something that looked a lot like the complicated feelings I was carrying too. I didn’t wait for them to come to me. I crossed to Nico first, climbing onto his lap and kissing him like I was starving. Deep, messy, tongues sliding, my hands fisting in his shirt. He groaned into my mouth, big hands sliding under the shirt to grip my bare ass, squeezing hard as he pulled me down against the growing bulge in his pants.