Laying Across Someone's Lap Novels & Stories

"Now you are going to sit here on my lap." "What if I don't want to sit on your lap?" I ask, challengingly. Jace smirks, leaving one hand behind my back, settled on my waist and his other hand on my thigh. "Fine, then you can sit on Austin's lap. One way or another you are sitting over here with us though. On one of our laps." I laugh and Austin smiles at me. "Fine, but if I get to heavy or something just let me know and I will stand up."

Visenya slipped into her robe as Lucian slid into a pair of undershorts. He settled onto the floor in the center of the common area, motioning for her to join him. She eased onto his lap, feeling his strong, possessive arms wrap around her as he traced kisses along her neck.

Sliding my hand to cup the back of his neck, I leaned into him. His hands came to rest on my hips and a moment later he slid one hand down my left thigh as he grabbed it and moved it to lay my leg across his lap. Once his hand returned to my hips, he gripped them firmly as he lifted me onto his lap. His arms then wrapped around me, with one moving to my neck, as his thumb rested on my jawline.

He helps me to lay back on the couch, his face clear of all emotions as he covers my legs with the blanket, I lay my head on his lap, our threaded fingers on my belly. ***

Anna looked around the cramped space. "But this room is so small. If I lie down, wouldn't that mean I have to lie on your lap?" Embarrassment softened her expression. Letting Sebastian touch her face had already pushed her limit. Lying on the lap of a man she had known for less than a day, in a tight room and in a suggestive position, was something she could not accept. … I knew resting her head on my lap felt too intimate, so I offered an alternative. "The paste is already on your skin. You can't open the door or let any wind in. If you really mind, you can lie down normally, and I can work from the front."

I don't want to come off sounding like a horny teenager who can't control his hormones. “Okay.” She says eagerly, sitting up so quickly that she surprises me. She turns around and asks me. “Want me to sit with my back to you or lay across your lap on my stomach?” “Um.. I, uh, I guess whichever you want to do.” This is the first time I've ever been asked that question and I am not sure how to answer. I'm not sure that having her lay across my lap at the moment is a good idea, but that is exactly what she does.

Darius POV Layla has fallen into an exhausted sleep. I know her confiding in me about her past was difficult for her. I climb out of her bed and pull the comforter around her; she sighs, rolling onto her stomach; one arm is tucked under her pillow the other is lying over it. I smile, looking down at her; she looks like she is cuddling her pillow. I can't help wishing I was the pillow, and she had her arms around me. Fucking pillow, I am so jealous right now.

He sat down and he pulls me down to his lap. Since it is 30 mins or more of waiting I might as well get comfortable. I adjusted my butt to his lap so I can sit more comfortably then then proceeded to lie on his chest so my face is lying on the crook of his neck. (Something like that😁) "Good girl." He murmured.

“Let me ride you.” Fuck. I sat back, pulling him onto my lap. He straddled me, lining up, then sank down slow. The stretch made him gasp, head falling back as he took me inch by inch. “So big,” he whimpered, but he didn’t stop until I was buried to the hilt.

Where am I supposed to sit, On his lap? I scooted closer to him and leaned forward but this evil man laid back on the bench. I bit on my lip and looked at him confused. "I don't have whole day, do it" He said. Is he fucking kidding me. Where am I supposed to sit? I went closer almost an inch away from sitting on his lap. He grabbed my arm and jerked me forward which made me fall on his lap. I took a deep breath. Fine, let's do it quickly and get over with it. I sat on his lap comfortably and rubbed cream on palm and started rubbing it on his chest.