Kissing On Lap Novels & Stories

But the moment her mouth lingered, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the heat of the fire still clinging to his hoodie, he broke. Kade growled low in his throat, like a man coming undone, and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in hard. His mouth was hot, firm, desperate—kissing her like he’d been starving for this for years. Their bodies pressed together like magnets snapping into place, her fingers fisting in his shirt, his hand sliding up under the hem of her oversized tee. They didn’t come up for air. She straddled him without a word, and he groaned as she settled onto his lap. His hands found her thighs—bare, warm, soft beneath his palms—and he squeezed, rough and reverent all

he said, pulling her gently onto his lap and pressing his lips to hers. She gripped his broad shoulders, looking down at him as she sat on his lap. She pulled away slightly. “But you care.” “No, I don’t,” he whispered, kissing her again. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close as their lips met once more. His tongue brushed hers, and she parted her lips, letting him in. Their kiss deepened, slow and electric, his hand gripping her right thigh, fingers pressing gently. He kissed her upper lip, then her bottom one, savoring the moment. Melody’s fingers tangled in his messy hair, trying to take control, but Mason pulled away, both of them breathing heavily, eyes locked.

Layla couldn’t help it—she burst out laughing, closing the book and setting it aside. “You’re impossible. Come here.” She turned toward him fully, and he didn’t waste a second. He pulled her into his lap, his hands settling on her hips beneath the oversized hoodie. Their conversation faded into softer words as he kissed her properly this time—slow, deep, and full of pent-up longing. Layla melted against him, her fingers threading through his damp hair as she kissed him back with equal passion.

Candace gave him a sly smile and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Mason tried to protest, but she covered his lips with hers in a slow, passionate kiss, running her tongue over his lower lip until his lips parted and she found her way into his mouth, tangling their tongues together slowly, shifting in his lap as she felt their bodies respond. Mason moaned into the kiss, unable to stop himself from grabbing her hips with his hands and pulling her down over his growing erection.

Standing between his legs I lean my face down to kiss his upturned mouth. With the passion building, I brace both of my hands on each of his shoulders, and with his hands on my ass, I climb onto his lap. Grinding against his growing erection, he moans while continuing to kiss me with intensity increasing, I make my move to impale myself on his hardness.

Every caress was deliberate, mapping her body like he owned it and she arched subtly, pressing her breast against his arm. The conversation faded into charged silence, broken only by their shared breaths. Unable to hold back, Katherine shifted, swinging a leg over to straddle his lap right there in the shallow end, the water lapping at their waists. Her hands framed his jaw, thumbs brushing his stubble as she leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, seeking kiss.

He sits up and then grabs me around the waist to place me on his lap. Leaning down to my lips, he kisses me with his morning breath as I catch a hint of cinnamon apple. My eyes close when he slips his tongue inside and they dance together. Raising his right hand up to my hair, he wraps several locks around his fingers before tugging my head back sharply so he could reach my neck without interference.

I climbed into his lap, straddling him where he sat. He smirked, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He broke into a wide grin. I grabbed his face and pulled him to me eagerly. He matched my enthusiasm, launching himself at me, kissing me, nipping at my lips and making me gasp and moan. We explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. Enzo was rocking me back and forth on his lap, making me wet. The huge bulge in his pants nudged at my core.

Their gazes locked on one another, communicating a hunger so intense it seemed almost tangible. "Are you ready?" Kade asked softly, his voice a low growl. Lily nodded, her breath coming faster as she leaned up to kiss him. Their lips met, and a spark ignited between them. She tasted passion and desire in his kiss, which only made her hunger for more. As their tongues danced, she reached up and removed his t-shirt, revealing his toned torso. The sight of his muscular form sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned softly, unable to resist the urge to feel his skin.

The loneliness that had followed her into the trip sat close under her skin mixed now with the residual heat of the kiss from the night before, and the boldness that rose with it felt deliberate rather than sudden. She crossed the room without speaking at first while the robe shifted against her bare legs with each step, and she stopped in front of Jake. He looked up at her while the question was clear in his eyes, and she answered it by lowering herself onto his lap with her knees settling on either side of his thighs and the thin fabric of the robe the only barrier between them. His hands rose automatically to her waist while the heat of his palms registered through the cloth, and she felt