Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

He spread my legs on his lap so I could straddle him. “Callum!” I gasped, feeling his bulge pressing into me when I had no panties on. “Yes, little doll,” he teased, his hand catching my wet hair and pulling me close. My hands went to his chest for support. “I want to steal your lips for a while.”

And that's the goal right… Not losing my mind. I will not sit here all day and think about how much of the walking dead I'll-and talking about positions. After my pep talk to myself, I realize how compromising my situation is. My head is using his upper chest as a pillow. With my left hand resting on his lower abdomen and his hand is on my shoulder across my back. .... That's the easy part. One of my legs is shoved in between his and the other thrown over his. I am straddling his thigh. The leg in between his is dangerously close to a certain part of his anatomy.

I whisper. He frowns at me, reaching up and taking my hand off his chin. His fingers wrap around the pad of my thumb, turning my palm down as he presses a kiss on the center of my hand. He locks his eyes on mine, his lips tickling up my inner wrist to the crook of my elbow. He tugs gently on my arm, coaxing me to move so that I am straddling his lap.

She lifts herself so she’s kind of kneeling beside me; it looks like my little mate wants to take the lead. She grabs my hands and places them on her hips and asks, “Is this ok?” I can only nod. “Can I . . . can I sit in your lap?” I smile and nod again, gripping her hips and reminding myself not to hold her too roughly. Then, as if she’s trying to kill me, she slowly moves herself to straddle my lap. I have to resort to mentally reciting hockey plays to try and keep a certain part of my body, which is currently only three layers of clothing away from her core, from startling her.

"I don't want to compress your laps hon." " You won't. Now lie down." He listened to me and gently laid down on the couch with his head on my lap. I brushed the strands of hair that were loosed on his forehead. He closed his eyes then reopened it and stared at me. "Let's sneak out." He whispered. "Where to?" **********

Not when he looked at me like that. A lazy, predatory smile curved his lips, and my mouth went dry. Then, without warning, he tugged me gently upward, guiding me to my feet before easing me into his lap. I straddled him instinctively, my knees finding purchase on either side of his thighs, the kitchen air still thick with the memory of what he’d done to me just minutes ago.

Maybe, it's the thought of having control over this big man, which excites me. So, when he pulls me on to his lap and has me straddle him, I soak up the control he's giving me. I try to drag it out for both of us, but he's just as needy as I m, and very quickly, his pants are gone and so is my shirt.

And there was a woman in his lap. Actually straddling him and her white shirt was unbuttoned as they kissed hungrily.

It smelled like him, cedar and smoke, and hung to mid-thigh. He glanced up, eyes softening. “Come here.” I crossed the room slowly, bare feet silent on the rug. When I was close enough, he pushed the chair back, caught my wrist, and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. I straddled him, knees sinking into the leather on either side of his hips, the sweater riding up to expose the fact I wore nothing underneath but a pair of his boxer briefs I had borrowed. He turned the laptop so we both faced the screen.

he replied, his voice dripping with exaggerated obedience. "But just so you know, I can multitask perfectly well," he added, his eyes flickering to her legs before returning to the road. he gently grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her so that she straddled him. he. could feel her warm thighs pressing against my legs, her body pressed against mine. and her back almost pressing on the steering wheel. "Is this better?" he asked, his voice a low purr as he rested his hands on her hips.