Laying Across Someone's Lap Novels & Stories

Layla didn’t pull away or look away,instead— She lifted her gaze to meet his fully. Elias’s throat worked. He set the book aside. “Layla… you’re playing with fire coming here like this.” “Sit.” Layla said as he gestured to him to sit and he did. She walked to the edge of the bed, climbed on, and straddled his lap before he could protest. The nightie rode up, exposing her smooth, bare lap. She could already feel him thickening beneath the thin cotton of his pajamas. “I want you,” she breathed, rocking slowly against the growing ridge of his cock.

I hoped my touch would bring some relief amidst the discomfort she was feeling. She let out a long sigh, her eyes meeting mine with a hint of apology. "Sorry for waking you up," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. I smiled reassuringly, shaking my head. "Thighs up and knees bent," I instructed gently. She complied without hesitation, her trust in me evident as she followed my directions. I laid down beside her, positioning myself carefully. I curled my legs under her raised thigh, feeling her warmth against my body. My hand slipped underneath her knees, lifting them gently and placing them over my thighs. I wanted to create a position that would alleviate some of her pain while a

“And I’m not precisely sure how you think this is going to work…” “Sit cross legged,” she told him, and when he raised his eyebrows and took the position, she slid her underwear down her legs, leaving them on the dusty shelf, gathering her skirts in one hand and grasping the overhead beam to balance as she straddled him, before sinking down so that she sat in his lap, his c-ck sliding through the seam of her c-nt, but not penetrating, the throb of his underside resting hot against her clit. Greg watched her through eyes slitted by heavy eyelids.

Standing in front of his desk, she awaited his next command. "Come," he repeated, extending his hand towards her. Alice felt a lump form in her throat as nervousness gripped her, her heart racing in her chest. Unsure of his intentions, she had no choice but to comply. As Alice drew closer, Lucas abruptly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. Startled, she attempted to stand up, but his grip was firm, holding her tightly in place. She gazed at him with wide eyes, a mixture of shock and excitement coursing through her. It felt as though she was experiencing sitting on his lap for the first time all over again.

"A first for me too, Sis," I shrug, although I've seen it many times on the Internet. "If I lie down and you kneel over me... and then," I hesitate, trying to think how this will work. "You could straddle my face!" Kristina says. We shift around on the bed. I scoot up against the headboard while Lauren kneels between my legs. She has to turn kind of sideways for Kristina to lie face up between her legs.

“Just physical therapy left. Unless you want an overdose.” His hand jerked and suddenly I was on his lap. Like, full-on straddling-the-mafia-boss lap. Straddling him now feels natural. Like it’s my favorite position. No. No. No. Bad Reina! “I don’t think an overdose would be so terrible,” he growled into my ear, voice thick with heat. I squeezed my eyes shut. Eyes. Not legs. Definitely not any legs squeezing or trembling or betraying me with traitorous tingles.

Travis told me naughty, after a while and then he helped me get up from lying down. Of course, I'm clueless about the position he's talking about since I'm not an expert in this 'department' since in the first place Travis is the only experience I have. We were both sitting on the bed, then he went to my back and then he made me sit on his lap but my legs were still spread on both sides of me in a sitting position.

They were laying energy-less, staring at the floor, holding pained expressions. She was observing them keenly, as she didn’t know what to do with them. He pulled her and walked towards the couch, which was located exactly opposite them. He sat and made her sit on his lap, grinding her breasts on his chest. She looked at him in shock. Everyone was watching them. Looking at her embarrassed, his hand goes up, cupping her other breast and giving it a nice squeeze, making her squirm over his lap.

One particularly seductive dancer caught the eye of Logan, who sat there, seemingly disinterested in the provocative display. As the stripper approached Logan, swaying her hips with a sensual allure, she positioned herself on his lap, initiating a lap dance that teased and enticed. Her movements were mesmerizing as she ground her posterior against his bulge, eliciting a reaction from him. Unexpectedly, Logan reached out, gripping her hips and effortlessly lifting her away from his lap.

She lifts herself so she’s kind of kneeling beside me; it looks like my little mate wants to take the lead. She grabs my hands and places them on her hips and asks, “Is this ok?” I can only nod. “Can I . . . can I sit in your lap?” I smile and nod again, gripping her hips and reminding myself not to hold her too roughly. Then, as if she’s trying to kill me, she slowly moves herself to straddle my lap. I have to resort to mentally reciting hockey plays to try and keep a certain part of my body, which is currently only three layers of clothing away from her core, from startling her.