She Sat On My Lap Novels & Stories

She is giving me a place to put the pieces. I pull her onto my lap. The broken chair groans under our combined weight, and I do not care if it collapses entirely, and she does not either. She settles against me with her knees on either side of my hips and her hands on my shoulders, and I put my face against her throat and breathe.

I started to sit in the chair opposite him, but he shook his head lightly. “No,” he murmured. “Sit here.” He patted his thigh. My heart flipped. “On… your lap?” I whispered. He arched a brow, amused. “I won’t bite, Anya.” I could feel my entire face burn, but my legs betrayed me and carried me forward. Slowly—so slowly—I lowered myself onto his lap. His arm circled my waist instantly, holding me securely, warmly. My breath hitched at the contact. He didn’t smirk.

What is this little nurse doing to me? After a minute, I reluctantly pulled away from her but leaned my forehead against hers, her warm breath hitting my face. I used my finger to pull away some strands of her hair from her face, then in a swift movement, lifted her to sit with her legs on both sides of me. She gasped, her legs hitting my laptop until it fell to the floor with an echo. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. Let me pick it up,” she exclaimed, frantically trying to get off my lap, but I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against me.

Maybe she wanted this too. “But I feel bad you have to give up so much because of me.” She whispered, and I took her hand, pulling her to her feet, and across to sit upon my lap. The shivers and shocks of the matebond trembled across my body where our bodies made contact, as I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist.

Before I could ask where she planned on sitting, she answered my question by sitting on my lap. Glancing back at me, she asked, "You don't mind, do you?" How could I ever mind, Ayva? There was no better place for her to sit than on my lap, and I was a bit mad at myself for not thinking of that first. I held her waist with both hands and pulled her back so she was sitting directly on my lap. "Do I look like I mind?" I whispered huskily against her ear, knowing full well that she could feel how excited I was.

I told her. When I finally finished and taped the gauze over it, she let out a long breath, as if she had been the one holding it the whole time. I patted my lap, inviting her to sit.. She hesitated for only a second before climbing onto my lap, straddling me carefully. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer until her chest pressed against mine. I murmured against her hair, “You don’t have to fix everything tonight. Just let me hold you.”

There was a look of encouragement on his face which made me relax and feel the urge to speak up without a problem. “What is it, Lana?” He asked softly. I bit the inside of my cheek then took a deep breath and exhaled. I wanted to use my words but there was only one way for me to express my words. I tucked my hair behind my ears then turned my body on the seat and in the mental count of three, I crossed over to where he was and sat on his lap. Shock was written all over his face at my sudden movement, making me smile a little before I got serious. I felt a wave of relief when he held my hips and pulled me closer until I was sitting perfectly on his lap. I held the back of his neck and leaned

She sits up in my lap and lifts her puffy face to look at me, offering her lips to me. How can I resist? I bend down to cover her lips with mine, making her believe that I am still here with her. After a few seconds she relaxes in my arms, her fear subsiding a bit, and leans on my shoulder heavily. I caress her hair slowly, soothingly, giving her time to speak.

She held on to my face and asked if I was okay, I nodded and laughed a little. "What happened?" She interrogated. I shook my head and seats her down on the bed. She gets stunned. I fell my head and rested on her lap.

She nodded slowly, the apology settling. “Come here,” I commanded leaving no room for argument. She obeyed instantly, her movements faster as she stepped closer. “Sit on my lap,” I said, my voice soft yet authoritative. She did as I asked lowering herself on my lap but her cheeks flushed slightly, obviously with joy. Her presence was relieving and I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “You mean a lot to me,” I began, my hand brushing against her lower lip in a way that made her shiver. “And I hate seeing you with another guy. It makes me sick and dries up my blood.”