Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

As I straddled him, I questioned, "Like this, again?" He answered with a playful, "Well, just for a minute," and quickly positioned himself. In a swift, fluid motion, he buried himself deep inside me. I couldn't help but cry out, a wave of pleasure cascading through me as he filled me completely. His movements, filled with urgency and desire, mirrored my own escalating need as he slowly rolled his hips. I sat up, straddling him, and as I stared down, I couldn't help but trace my fingers along the contours of his stomach muscles. "You know," I murmured, "I think this is one of my favorite places on your body."

I said, and I circled my hips as I pushed him further into my pussy. “You want that?” He asked as he grabbed my hips, easing his cock further into my wet cunt, and my eyes got misty because of the pressure. “Yes, hard and rough, anywhere I want it.” I breathed as I straddled his legs with my thighs while I started moving my hips slowly while holding on to his chest for stability. “So be it,” he groaned, and he started moving his hips slowly as he thrust into me. My hips moved vigorously as I met his cock, and my breasts were bouncy with my movements.

Straddle his hips. Position myself over his cock and sink down. "Oh god – ” The stretch is different from this angle. Fuller somehow. I feel every inch of him as I take him inside, feel my pussy lips spread around his shaft, feel him bottom out so deep I swear I can taste him. “Ride me.” His hands find my hips. “Show me what you’ve been dreaming about for four years.” I start to move. Slow at first – lifting up until just the tip is inside, then dropping back down, taking all of him. I find a rhythm, a roll of my hips that makes him groan and dig his fingers into my flesh.

The pain drags me back from the edge, and I grip her arms, pulling her onto my lap, and positioning her legs to straddle my thighs. “The trick to riding is your hips.” I smack her ass for Marcos’ benefit, the sound echoing like a whip crack. With Aretha blocking my vision, I can no longer see either Marcos or Cameron, and the thrill sends shocks all over my body. “Lift your hips up and down over my cock, baby, it’s a simple explanation. But it’ll be easier when I’m inside you, you'll see.”

He warned, grabbing my hips and holding me in place as he plunged deeper. "Cum baby, yes." Our hips moved as one, skin glistening with sweat. He squeezed my hips, that look on his face when he was about to cum so undeniably sexy it turned me on again. "I'm fucking cumming." He was struggling to hold on. His grip on my hip loosened.

As the symphony of pleasure intensified, he masterfully placed his strong shoulders beneath one of my legs, elevating my body, and provoking sensations both exhilarating and demanding. The sheer force of this position placed an undeniable strain upon my hips and thighs, calling for immense strength and endurance. However, my body, entranced by his command and empowered by his presence, surrendered willingly to the demands. I became his puppet, willingly dancing to his every word and gesture, effortlessly relinquishing control, and embracing the profound connection that bound us.

I find myself becoming breathless and not wanting him to move. I decide to deflect from my disinterest in him being anywhere but on top of me by countering our weight. I flip him over easily and land straddling his waist. My hips spread apart, opening me up to him. I find myself wondering what he’d feel like inside me. His hands reach up and hold my hips. He pulls my hips down harder and through our clothes I feel his heat and arousal for me. That’s enough. I need to concentrate. Take a deep breath.

All her fluids are dropping from her inner thigh. I suddenly flipped her towards me, unzipped my pants and shirt, straddling into me. I shoved my bulged and needed cock into her tight and wet pussy. She is on top of me, straddling me, and in time she started moving on me. She increased her pace, moving her hips up and down, I'm guiding her hips by placing my hands on her hips. She bended towards me and kissed me roughly, placing her hands into my hair, gripping my hair tightly, while riding my cock.

Sliding my hands up his chest and around his neck I pull him in until our bodies are touching from hip to chest. One of his hands slides down my neck, to my shoulder, then down my arm, to my waist. He roughly grabs my hip that’s furthest away from him and he pulls me closer before his hand slides down to my thigh. His fingers curl around my leg as he lifts and pulls until I’m off my seat and straddling him on the sofa.

Right there on top of me. Straddling my hips, thighs squeezing tight, knees digging into the mattress. Hair wild and falling over her shoulders, lips parted, eyes glassy from coming so many times. She sank down agonizingly slow, taking every inch of me until her ass met my thighs. A low moan slipped from her as she bottomed out, hips rolling in tight circles that made my cock throb inside her.