She Sat On My Lap Novels & Stories

“Come sit with me, please.” I hold my arms out towards her. I’ve wanted nothing but to hold her for the last several hours. She smiles and sits in my lap. I wrap my arms around her and lay my head against hers catching her scent easily. It only takes a few minutes with her in my lap for the effects of the mate’s bond to calm and comfort me.

I enveloped her in a gentle embrace, stroking her hair and back, cooing reassurances, "It's okay, pet, I've got you." As her crying subsided, I adjusted our position, sitting on the grass with her on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist. I could see her struggling to form words, but I buried my face in her hair, savoring the sweet scent of petals. We sat in comfortable silence for minutes, enjoying each other's warmth.

Somehow her words make me laugh. "Well you should. Because that's exactly what's happening now" I say, finally putting the tub away. She relaxes, hearing me put it on the bedside table. She doesn't react as much when I apply the cream to her burn. She comments that she could have done it herself but I feel more helpful if I do it. I put her jeans on for her, careful not to touch her back or burn. We can't put her top on until the cream on her back's dry so she sits on the edge of the bed while I sit on the armchair opposite. She waits a second, until I'm comfortable, before moving towards me. I say nothing as she walks towards me but I look up as she sits on my lap. She slides her knees eith

“I wasn’t aware you were into such things. I mean, a dog and a horse?” Her cheeks flush darker, and her eyes widen even more. “Fuck you!” “There would be time for that, of course,” I smirk, leaning back and loosening my arms around her. I don’t think she even realizes that she’s still sitting on my lap. She’s too busy being mad at me. “Hmm. Though I wonder why you haven’t gotten up from my lap then. Must be really comfortable. ”

She stands up, but I pull her back down and set her on my lap. "I think you must have been a chair in your past life with how much you like me to sit in your lap." She wraps her arms around my neck. I grin, "If it's this ass sitting in me, I'll be your chair any day." I take a handful of her butt I have been dying to touch all day.

“Much.” She moved toward the couch hesitantly. Like she wasn’t sure what was allowed now. I patted my lap. Her eyes widened but she came. Sat sideways across my thighs, her body tense. I wrapped one arm around her waist. Used my other hand to turn her face toward me. “Why are you so shy?” Her mouth trembled. “I didn’t expect to be sitting on your lap by the end of today.” I chuckled. “But here you are.” “Here I am.”

With a smile plastered on my face, I relaxed in my swivel chair and spread my legs for her to sit on my lap. She dropped her bag on my desk and gently sat on my lap, looking at me sexily. The memory of the love we made in the night made me to smile even more. She was a very hot lady that never disappoints on bed.

she said, and my heart started racing. The first thing I thought was that she was already tired of me. I sat on the bed and, before I could make any move to get up, she sat on my lap. This was good; she wanted to go back to her place, but she was still staying close to me. She had become more relaxed, more uninhibited, and touched me more spontaneously. Whenever we talked, it was like this, with her sitting on my lap, and it felt amazing. I wrapped my arms around her waist and looked at her beautiful face.

She looks up at me, searching my eyes and giving me a small smile. “Come one.” She leads me to the office chair, and as I sit down, I bring her to sit in my lap. Dia squeals, her wide eyes watching me. I kiss her cheek with a smile of my own. She sighs and leans into me for a second, before sitting up again. She does stay in my lap, which I’m grateful for.

I ordered, low and dominant, walking back to my desk chair and sitting down. I enjoyed, just for a second, how lost she looked. She went to pick up her coat from the floor, but I stopped her. “No. What you’re wearing is perfect. Come closer... I don’t bite... at least not more than you do.” I threw out one of my rough jokes, just to see if the air would loosen up a little. She shot me a glare, trying to hide it... but at least I got a reaction. “Sit on my lap.” I leaned back, making room, and patted my right thigh.