Straddling His Lap Novels & Stories

His fingers slid under my jacket, skin brushing against mine as he pulled me to straddle his lap. And right here. This was my choice.

A startled sound escaped my lips as he pulled me off the bed and settled back down, taking my place against the headboard and placing me on his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Put me down!” I snapped, struggling, but it was useless. He didn’t even strain, I ended up exactly where he wanted me to be, sitting on him, on his hard on. He adjusted me on his lap and I felt his erection poking my pussy, the only barrier separating us was his Jean. My body went rigid and my arms tightened across my chest, while my shoulders hunched forward as I ducked my head, my hair fell around my face like it could hide me from him.

Just as magnificent as I remembered. He turned to the toilet. The seat was closed. He sat down, filling the space, his large thighs straining the fabric of his white shirt. He pulled me forward, lifting me easily, and set me down heavily on his lap. I was straddling him, my bare, wet sex pressed against the taut cotton of his trousers.

He pulls me to him so I sit on his lap. I slide my legs on either side of his so I can sit comfortably, straddling him. I lean in kissing his lips softly. I deepen the kiss sliding my tongue into his mouth. He breathes me in inviting me to kiss him deeper, he grabs my neck gently; pulling me closer.

"He whispered trying to control himself He pulled her body up higher on his lap so she was straddling him. He placed his hands on her thighs, his long fingers grabbing onto her legs. He didn't listen to her and pushed her closer to his chest, her body pressed to his. He was laying back and she was sitting on top of him, straddling him with her thighs. She was struggling to free herself from his hold, but his grasp was 100 times stronger than her efforts. "Stop asking, I told you, you're not going anywhere," his voice was strict enough to stop her movements.

He runs a hand through his hair, disgruntled. " Being there, fighting felt right to me," I express. " I don't care how right it felt," he retorts. " Don't be mad," "I'm already mad, Apphia," he hisses. His breathing is hard. He sits on the edge of the bed, and I get on my knees and raise my hand to touch his cool cheek. He looks down at me, eyes still blazing. He grabs me by my waist, all hot and heavy, and puts me on his lap in a straddling position.

“You looked a million miles away. Rough day?” He exhaled through his nose, short and sharp. “Don’t ask. Just… come here.” His hands found my waist and tugged. I let him pull me around to his front and settled onto his lap, straddling his thighs so I faced him. The thin silk of my shorts rode up immediately. His palms settled on my hips, his thumbs brushing bare skin under the hem of his oversized T-shirt I’d stolen. I studied his face up close. The tension hadn’t fully left. Lines bracketed his mouth, and his eyes still carried that dark, restless edge.

“You’re so sexy like this.” He growls softly, pulling me onto his lap, and I don’t resist, straddling him with my hands braced on his shoulders. His eyes roam over me, fierce and possessive, like he’s daring me to look away. I don’t. I keep my gaze locked on his, letting him see the way I’m unraveling under his touch.

All he did was stretch hishandout behind him so I wouldn't reach it while laughing, probably feeling good about the fact that he has ape arms. I tried to move further so I could grab the remote but I only ended up falling on his lap and my head slightly hitting the arm of the sofa. I got up as gracefully as I could to face a laughing Ryan. Idiot. It was when his laughter died down before I noticed that one of my knees was on one side of his thigh and my other knee was on top his his other thigh. He casually placed his hand on my thigh and readjusted me so that I was basically straddling him.

Let alone touch me in a way that that didn't seem possessive. He released me and then tapped his legs. "Here, Straddle me", he said and I got confused. "Straddle for what?", I thought. But of course, I couldn't decline. I moved slowly, swinging one leg, then the other, over his lap until I was perched on his thighs. His hands settled heavily on my thighs, sliding its way into my knee length gown until it stopped right at my waist. "I thought we talked about you not wearing this", he said, his hands tugging at my panties.