Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

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.

Sighing heavily in a sound that is very much satisfaction and splays out on the bed with his head tilted up at me. “You just had to ask, Princessa.” He lays back, kicking out the sheets from under him as he does so, and pushes them down the bed. I sit up and yank my side back too, to aid him in his endeavors and get under them so he can pull his over him and then I slide up onto him. I carefully crawl up, no shyness about being this way, and straddle him over the area his hips are, so I don’t sit on his now no longer erect manhood. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate my squashing it when it’s ‘sensitive’

He struggled to stay still, his body trembling slightly with each movement I made. I kept my pace slow at first, teasing him, watching how every motion made him jerk slightly. His hips shifted upward instinctively, and I pressed a hand against his stomach, holding him in place as I moved. He bit down hard on his lip, the tendons in his neck straining as he fought to keep himself under control.

His eyes focused on my chest as I pulled my shirt away and tossed it to the side. I went to my knees beside him, and he grabbed my waist, putting me back in the straddle position over him. “Somewhere around here,” he replied, his voice husky with desire. He thrust his hips up and I groaned. Once again, we had too many clothes on. Henry reached behind me and fumbled with the bra strap. It took him a moment, but finally it came free. He growled in approval, making something deep inside of me heat.

He suddenly dropped to his knees in his wet jeans and looked up at me. I looked down at him and my heart rate spiked. He grabbed my hips and kissed my left hip, receiving a hip thrust from me from the sudden contact. He grabbed my hips tighter and held them in place. Slowly, he started giving kisses all over my skin and made his way to the inside of my thighs, opening my legs in the process.