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It's all about the laps

IN YOUR LAP

Some things don't need explanations. Chicken wings. Wonderful weather. Guilty pleasures like Michael Bay movies. This meme is one of those things. It's simple: one character is in another's lap, and eventually the two get hot and heavy. Whether it's a friend sitting on a lap because there's no room, couples cuddling, or a stripper giving a lap dance, one thing will lead to another...after all, the loss of personal space can certainly set actions (and more) in motion.

Prompts

Innocent Lap Sitting: It's just a friendly gesture. Maybe you're enjoying a movie or a dinner together. Nothing wrong with that!
Romantic Canoodling: You two are spending some time together, and there's no way to be closer than to snuggle up in your lover's lap.
Out of Necessity: No more room on the bench, in the booth, or on the couch? There's a place on their lap.
Amateur Lap Dance: Just something sexy between lovers. Or maybe more silly than sexy.
Professional Lap Dance: Better break out the ones. This lap dance will cost you.
Dare: Nobody ever thought you'd get this close and personal, so they pushed you into doing it.
Pointed: They said you couldn't turn them on so easily. Challenge accepted.
Accidental: Oops, you've fallen! Good thing this lap was there.
Step Back I Feel a Little Poke: Wait. What's this? Maybe you should wiggle your hips a little to find out.
Lovemaking Lapsitting: Riding someone while they're sitting up can make the rider feel powerful, since they're on top, but the one being ridden may notice just how soft and small they are...and embrace them out of instinct.

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[He was expecting too much out of her if he hoped to get her naked while doing that. Feeling the entire length of him slip free and slide back in to fill her, a delicious tension curled up her spine. Her breath shuddered loudly in response to his sigh, fingers tugging harder, annoyed that he wouldn't wait. Up over her head the shirt went, nipples peaking from the cool air as she wore nothing underneath.]

I'm going to yell anyway.

[But a good yelling.]

It's all about the tone, love.

[As soon as her breasts were bared, he moved his head down to latch his mouth to one of them, tongue and teeth working to torment one of her nipples as he gave another rolling slide of his body into hers. She felt... amazing. Like nothing he wanted to stop doing. If he could keep himself wrapped up in a cloud of Chloe for the rest of eternity, he'd be a happy man. Demon. Angel. Whatever.]

Yell away.

[It wasn't quite a yell but the sound that slid free past gaping lips carried in the suite, loud, stuttering. Her back came off the wall, legs squeezing at his sides and her fingers gripping just at the base of his skull, tight in dark strands. Chloe was pleasantly pinned underneath mouth and hips, captured by how he moved and such sweet torture. If he thought he could wrap himself in her, she was the one wrapping herself around him, hot and pulsing, feeling and smelling nothing but him.]

[She tasted like she should be edible, his mouth licking trails over her, tasting salt and perfume and under all that, her. He nipped his way to her other breast, tongue it before he sucked at it, fitting as much of her breast in his greedy mouth as he could, giving a harder, faster snap of his body into hers.]

[Her moan broke on a loud sob and her hands held him to her breast, body moved along the wall with the hard rhythm now coming into play. She could already feel herself beginning to come apart, fraying at the edges, his greed and hunger for more her near undoing.]

Not yet-

[As much as she wanted nothing more than to chase the heat consuming her whole, to give in, Chloe wanted this to never be over.]

But I want to feel you. I love it when you come. I want to overload you on orgasms. Consider it payment for stepping outside that pretty little box of comfort.

[He didn't stop, not yet, body moving faster still, stubble rasping on the top of her breast as he panted against her skin.]

Don't overload me too much-

[And she then broke off on a string of sharply moaned cursing, the burn rushing through her abruptly, hot and white, pulsing and fluttering around him as it took even her by surprise. Lines of pink followed the bite of her nails as they dragged down over his one shoulder, skin raised.]

Perfect.

[It was said in a hiss as he felt both the sting of her nails and the clamping tightness of her body around his as she came. The next glide of his body in hers was so much easier, that extra slickness making it almost frictionless for a moment as he moved his mouth up to lick at her jaw, pressing small kisses against it as he worked his way to her mouth.]

Shall I attempt to find the bed?

[Her breath panted harshly against those kisses when his mouth found hers. Chloe dropped back into the wall, trembling still, clenching spasms continuing, prolonged with his hips rocking into hers. He was always ready to move, ready to go again and again.]

Bed. Yes. Please.

[As long as he had no intention of pulling free, liking him right where he was.]

[He wouldn't dream of it. He likely would try to make it so he stayed in her as long as possible tonight. Just to see if he could. His arms slid around her, drawing her against him as he held her, then he took a testing step back from the wall. Right. He could do this.

...

Why was the bloody bed so far away? With a sigh, he nuzzled against the side of her head, then started to slowly walk with her, feeling the way her body clenched and moved around his as they went. Well, that was interesting.]

[That was his own doing. They could've moved right for his room as soon as they got in, but nope. He had to take her against the wall, unable to go anywhere else. Each step was hell on her sensitive nerves; a good kind of hell. One that made her drop her head to bury her moans into the side of his neck.

Chloe wrapped her arms over his shoulders, took a moment to catch her breath, and nipped at the slope where his neck met with his shoulder. Hee tongue dragged up over the tendon and muscle to taste the salt on his damp skin.]

Keep that up and we'll only make it to the couch.

[She was like a warm, wet glove around him, velvety soft and slick with her juices. Each step shifted him a little inside her, her body bouncing off his thighs a little, his cock stirring inside her as he fought against that need to go back to the rocking, gliding thrusting of before.]

Just the couch?

[It almost came off like she was testing him. She gave another lick, a broader one with the flat of her tongue, leaning up to draw his earlobe in to suck and nip. They would get further than just the couch, his room wasn't that far off.]

I don't want the couch.

Never just anything, darling.

[He felt the wet lap of her tongue and groaned, his hand moving down to grip her ass and knead it as he took another step. There was the couch and a part of him very much wanted to lay her out on it, maybe even bend her over the back, but she spoke again and he grit his teeth, stepping past the couch and over to the dais his bed was on. Steps. Two steps up. It wasn't as if he couldn't do it or that he was tired, but the ripple of pleasure each lift of his foot, each muscle constriction as he pulled himself upward sent through him was just this side of too much.]

There. The bed.

[He stood beside it, lifting a knee to rest on the edge and pushing himself deeper into her as he did.]

Bloody hell...

[The expression flitting across her face was one side pure ecstasy, her head tipping back on a guttural sound that was trapped in her throat, high pitched. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her legs locking tighter.

It was one thing to need a period of grace, to get readjusted, and then there was this: a simple movement from him and she felt ready all over again, her breath catching at how his hips felt fitted exactly to hers. Near perfection that made her moan his name.]

Yes, yes that...

[It was the torn sound of his name from her lips that had him moving faster, crawling onto the bed to lay her down and cover her, thrust into her in a long, smooth line of his body in hers. She drove him mad. Every reaction from her was like electricity under his skin. He wanted to make her moan, make her writhe, have her screaming his name until her voice was husky and raw from pleasure.]

[Her skirt was still bunched at her waist, scratching over the skin of her belly as she arched off the mattress on another sound torn from her. The annoying material got caught between them but she was too gone to care to find the zipper and try to wrestle the damn thing off.

Each time his hips drove into hers on long, deep strokes, they would nudge her clit, send her blood pumping hard and her heart skipping a beat as the pleasure laid havoc up her spine and made her gasp.]

[Clothes were... annoying. Right then, he wished for the days when humans were happy to be nude. He was already trying to rid himself of what little he had left, but her skirt was scratching at him as well. A low growl and his hand moved down to grab it. There was a tug and a tear and... well then. No more skirt.

Tossing it aside, he kicked off the last of his clothes and let out an indolent sigh before he pressed back into her, filling her and thrusting hard enough that they shifted up a little.]

[That was just one other thing he would be buying her. Now she had nothing to wear on her way out tomorrow morning, and she was not going to wear his pants.

Chloe had no protest to the fabric tearing after it dug into her side. Why would she when she was finally completely naked. She cried out and barely felt the way he moved her up, only feeling his hips as they sharply connected with hers. It was a rush that left her scrambling for purchase, not wanting to snap underneath him just yet.

Her hands reached to pull him down, roughly, burying the rest of her sounds into the kiss, hips rolling up into his for more.]

[Buying her things would be his absolute delight, as long as she let him. Linda might make mention about him feeling the need to prove he could provide for her, but he'd laugh it off because he's the Devil and doesn't need to prove anything.

Except with her, it seemed he did. Her mouth was on his, his teeth digging into soft lips as he nipped at her, tongue sliding over hers while he ground his hips down on the next thrust, stirring himself in her and feeling that wet glide around the velvet heat of her body.]

[He would need to prove a lot of things with her, but they weren't important right now. Those things would come up in time, they would discuss it.

And now, now his teeth were nipping and biting and she was moaning low in her throat when his tongue filled her mouth. She enjoyed the wetness gliding against her teeth and roof of her mouth, leaning up to twine hers with his. A slow suck and she had to pull away, mouth dragging down his chin to his jaw.

Again her hips rolled upward, working against how he moved.]

[He gave a low groan, feeling her mouth dragging down over him and making his ass clench, tightening as he thrust into her yet again. She moved and it was counter to his own thrusts and he slid a hand to her breast to tweak her nipple, back arching over her as he dug his knees into the bed for leverage to press in again.]

Remind me to get you riled up again. I like this.

[Her mouth dragged lower, down over his throat, sucking at his pulse. The salt sticking to it tasted oddly good, and her tongue trailed a hot path down to his collarbone. She muffled her moans against him, pausing with the need to get in a breath as his hips dug in to hers, her sounds louder at tweaking fingers, sighing.]

You like anything I do.

Not so much a fan of the shooting. I'm game for pain, but that was... not quite as much fun as I would have hoped. Slapping, yes. Spanking, please. Everything else? Have your wicked way with me, Detective.

[His thumb grazed over her nipple, flicking it back and forth as he gave another grind in, thrusting until he couldn't get a smidgen closer, then grinding against her to tease her clit.]

You startled me. Don't ever shout at anyone pointing a gun at you. Take it as a life lesson.

[ The nipple play made her squirm beneath him, pulling in a sharp breath when he ground perfectly against her that she tried to rock her hips up into his, dropping back onto the bed, lips leaving his skin. ]

It's all about the laps

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