Sitting On Lap Cuddling Novels & Stories

They lay loosely in my lap, tangled with his fingers and warm my thighs. “Jackass.” I huff at him. “You’re so unfit.” He soft laughs by my right ear, tickling my cheek and neck with his breath, which soothes my mood, and I find myself leaning my head back against him to cuddle further. So quickly, this kind of contact with him has become so necessary and normal. If I had been told a week ago I would be curling up with him and holding hands this way I would have said it was a lie.

William isn’t going anywhere. I’m not passing up this opportunity to steal a little cuddle time with my mate. So, I just sit here in Julian’s lap, his arms curled around me, as we simply enjoy each other’s presence. The mating bond is a cheerful hum under my skin as the closeness helps cement it even further.

She even forgot to search it on g****e. “So...” He walked towards her. A gasped escape from her lips and when he suddenly lifted her like a light paper and settled her on his lap. “Let's cuddle so you'll make it up to me on not following my orders.” Red stained her cheeks. She felt embarrassed about her position right now. Carson's leaning against the headboard of his bed. She's leaning on his hard chest and his arms wrapped around her waist. It's weird but comfortable. So this is what cuddle is like? She can feel his breathing on her head and his fingers are making a circular motion on her tummy, and it's tickling her.

They are free to get married and exit their squad. "Babe, is it my turn to be patted this way and lay on your lap?" he asked. She only giggled and patted his lap. "Nah, you are fine there." She said and enjoyed cuddling with him like that. "Babe, I think it's my turn to be cuddled." Harvey pouted at her. She sat up and leaned on the sofa. She adjusted to the other side. She slouched a bit and patted on her lap. He grinned, stretched his long legs and she cradled him like a baby. He pouted at her and she frowned.

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.

“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.

he mumbles on. I laugh, "Relax I am just messing with you." He sits in front of the crackling fire and holds his arms open as an invitation. "Come here," he says. I got sit in his lap and we stare at the fire together. I feel safe and happy being held by him. His head is laying against my hair, and I can feel him sniff in the scent sometimes.

When he agrees, I lay his head on my lap before I run my fingers through his short black hair. After a couple minutes of giving him a head massage, he falls asleep as I continue to watch the movie. I wait until the movie ends for me to go to sleep since it's one of my favorite movies. As I'm falling asleep I feel Easton shift and wrap his arms tightly around my waist before he snuggles into my stomach. Friends cuddle, right? Stella and I cuddle all the time, but it's never this intimate. I hear my phone go off two times which makes me internally groan since I'm not in the mood to text someone back right now. I grab my phone and check the text messages

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.

I feel a little lost without them near me. Dillon lifts me, and I wrap myself around him. My legs are around his waist. My arms around his neck, and my head resting on his shoulder. He carries me to the couch and sits with me straddling his lap. My back feels too exposed like this, too cold, but it’s not the kind of cold a blanket could fix. I need a bond there, but they’re all busy now. All caring for me in ways that mean they can’t touch me right now.