Presidential Pursuit: A Kamala Harris lesbian love story

Chapter 21

Sleeping with Kamala, ACTUALLY sleeping with her, was probably the best feeling on God's green earth. That night, we got to the hotel and she dozed off fairly quickly. I gave her one of my oversized shirts, and she immediately threw herself on the bed, sprawling out and taking up the entirety of the space for herself. I climbed in and we laid there, enthralled in each other, her smooth skin pressing against mine, occasionally brushing her feet against my calf. She nuzzled herself on my chest and threw one leg over my hips, using my entire body as a pillow. I played with her hair, brushing my fingers through her strands and letting my nails lightly graze her scalp until her soft hums ceased and she peacefully fell asleep. I watched her for a while in true lesbian fashion. She was so beautiful; I studied every line on her face until my eyes heavied themselves completely.

In the morning, I woke up before her. We shifted overnight; I became the big spoon. She was laying on her stomach with one extended leg and one raised to her waistline, facing the opposite way. It took roughly ten seconds for the sight to turn me on. The shirt I gave her was now almost fully lifted. Her back was completely exposed, giving me a full view of her body.

I couldn't help myself. She was lying there, inert, dormant, utterly vulnerable. I gently removed my arm from underneath her neck and began trailing little soft kisses down her spine until I reached her panties. She was still in a deep sleep but voiced a low, unconscious murmur at the sensation. I did the same on her ass, kissing all around the globes. I thought that would finally wake her up, but it didn't, so I continued down the middle, pressing gently until I reached the center with a bit more pressure right over where her source would be. That made her shift slightly. Her head twitched, and I looked up to see if the kisses spurred her out of the slumber. Once again, it didn't, and after a few seconds, she fell silent again, motionless. My mission ensued. I gently pinched the hem of her panties and hooked it to one side. The position she was in was perfect for this little game. It marked an open landing for my lips. I wanted to see how far I could take it. I flattened my tongue and swiped it up the length of her slit just once then glanced up, looking for a response. She hummed groggily, and I quietly giggled. This was fun. I licked her folds a few more times with growing determination, but no hurry. This wasn't about speed; I wanted her to wake up from the pleasure. I circled my tongue, making figure eights from the bottom to the top. Her body twitched under the rhythm. I slowly started incorporating my lips, sucking softly in between the spirals. Her head moved, and I heard the first muffled moan. She was still teetering between reality, but even in her somnolent state, her body responded to the pleasure. Her leg went up a little more, giving me greater access so I continued my breakfast. Her juices started flowing under my tongue, and her moans became increasingly coherent. Each one a little louder than the next. I puckered my lips around her now swollen clit and focused on pulling in the bulb. Her hips started moving against my face, and I could hear her breathing intensify until she rustled her head and lifted it to look at me over her shoulder.

"Mhmm, Em—Emily..."

Her first words of the day were uttered, and they came out cracked and raspy as she swallowed through her words. Hearing the voice forced a smile on my face, halting my little performance.

"Good morning," I said sweetly with a beaming smile, looking up at her for a moment before continuing my task.

Her head hit the pillow again, accompanied by a groggy moan once my tongue re-entered her fortress. She inched her leg even more, and I scooted up slightly to place a hand under the seam of her knee, holding it in place. I continued the race until she crossed the finish line. It didn't take long. Her body curled with a sudden spasm, and I pressed my face in deeper, letting her ride out the orgasm until I felt her muscles loosen on my lips, surrendering to the bliss.

I worked my way up her body, kissing her back the same way I started until I reached her neck.

"Mhm...I need to wake up like that every day," she whispered and flipped over to face me.