She Sat On My Lap Novels & Stories

She threw her head back with a broken moan. I kept moving, slow, then faster, watching her fall apart. I buried my face in her hair to keep from losing my mind. “Noah…” “I know, sweetheart. But not yet. I want you in my lap when you come.” Another soft whimper. I gripped her waist, spun her around, crushed our mouths together. “Fuck, Ju…” I pulled back, dropped into the leather chair, and spread my legs. “Sit.” She obeyed instantly, settling into my lap like she was made to fit there.

It still annoyed me that she returned last night with his pungent scent on her but she hadn't done anything intimate. Monica and Lana left Sydney's side, allowing me to take my place beside her. I placed my palm on the small of her back, giving her a small nudge and gesturing for her to take the first step into the dreadful place. She smiled at me, appreciation shining in her big doe eyes. She hated her eyes and yet I loved them. They were fill off innocence although she knew the world's secrets.

I couldn’t understand what she would do next until she signaled me to sit on the chair. Where will she sit?—I wondered. But soon, my unasked question was answered when she sat in my lap. I squealed a little in surprise, but soon I relaxed when I felt her touch on my chest as if she was trying to calm me down. She moved a little in my lap until we both were in a comfortable position. Her back was touching my hard chest. I thought to go with a flow and encircled my arms around her stomach. Seems like She was happy to be in this position.

I asked and she shrugged in response. "There's the couch." "There's also your lap," I said and winked at her. She grabbed the nearest thing which happened to be an unsharpened pencil and threw it at me. "Stop talking nonsense!" She cried and I immediately dodged the pencil coming my way. I walked over to her and my eyes darted to her thigh. The shirt had pulled all the way up exposing more of her thighs and doing crazy things to my body. "Come here," I said pulling her up. I sat on the chair and placed her on my lap.

She then finally sets the first aid on the table and sits on my lap, hugging me. "Seriously?" She asks ammused, looking down, where my jeans might, or might not have tightened.

I sat down and placed her on my lap. "Ride me," I told her as I looked over at Slave and Neil. He had her on her knees, her face lying on the couch toward me. He had a fist in her hair as he pounded her from behind. By the look on her face, I could see she was enjoying this.

“Can I sit on your lap?” I narrow my eyes. “What?” “On your lap? Will it hurt your leg?” She wants to sit in my lap? I can’t stop staring at her. “It won’t hurt my leg.” Nila nods, lifts her dress with one hand, and places the other on my shoulder. She bites her bottom lip, looking unsure of what to do next. I lean in, wrap my arms around her waist, and lift her into my lap. She gasps, her arms going around my neck, and her eyes widen.

she muttered something else under her breath and I crossed the length of the room. It had been a while since I had done any sort of homework but I was determined to help her. If not for anything, but so that she could look up at me like I was her hero. I pulled her off the seat and claimed it before pulling her into my lap. Once again, her cheeks heated and when she shifted on my lap to get more comfortable, I grabbed her hips.

, I tell her and shift uncomfortably in the chair. “It’s not the first time they’ve seen me in your lap”, she tells me as she wraps her arms around my neck and lays her head on my chest. I give in and wrap my arms around her too. “Why is it okay for me to sit in Spin’s lap and not in your lap? It’s the same thing, Jonny”!

she says calmly. Great, now I feel more of an asshole. I take my napkin off my lap and place it on the table holding my hand out to her. I sigh as she makes her way and sits on my lap. I place my hands around her petite waist. One of her hands going over my chest and the other around my nape.