Presidential Pursuit: A Kamala Harris lesbian love story

Chapter 23

"Have you been watching me the whole time, weirdo?" I yawned, rubbing my eyes together with both hands.

Scrunching her face, she leaned in and pressed her nose against mine. "Yes, all twelve hours," she said jokingly.

I attacked her lips with a quick kiss, lifting my head slightly off the pillow before dropping back down. "What a creep," I yawned again.

She giggled and wiggled herself a little closer, then leaned on her elbow, letting her face settle into her right hand.

"You're very cute when you sleep... I hope you know you actually do snore a little, sweetheart," she said, using her fingers to tuck a few stray strands of hair behind my ear.

Oh, here we go again.

I quickly grabbed the pillow to my left and swung it, lightly hitting her face. Well— almost. She shot her hand up in time to catch it and yanked it from my grasp with a chuckle.

"Are you looking for a fight, my dear?" she remarked with a smirk and then swiftly hoisted herself up to straddle me while simultaneously grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head.

My body had an immediate reaction. My breathing got a little deeper, and a wave of arousal surged through my legs.

"Huh?" She pressed, leaning in a little closer.

"This isn't gonna end the way you think it is, Madam President," I said with a gentle giggle.

"How will it end then? Mm, tell me," she asked, softly rocking her hips against mine, back and forth.

"How about I just show you?" I replied seductively, looking deep into her eyes, trying to free my wrists from her grasp.

She continued rocking her hips tenderly and leaned forward, maintaining the gaze until we were face to face. With a moment's hesitation, she let the tension linger before softly connecting our lips in a gentle kiss, then drawing back.

"No," she whispered, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "I want breakfast." With that, she leaped off the bed, landing lightly on her feet.

I chuckled to myself in disbelief at her little tease. "Oh, you're evil."

She shrugged at me with a smile and began undressing herself while facing the opposite way, giving me a full view of her backside, removing her pajamas slowly and putting on a show.

"That's so not fair; you're giving me blue bean," I said in desperation, sitting up against the headboard.

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" she remarked cluelessly, looking at me from over her shoulder.

Yeah, that's it. I can't take this.

I threw my legs off the bed and hurried after her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. I swayed her gently, nuzzling my head into her neck and placing soft kisses along her skin. She was taken by surprise, letting out a soft gasp before playfully scolding me.

"Emily!" she exclaimed, turning around with a warning finger. "No. I'm actually hungry, and this is our last day. I don't want to lose it."

"Lose it? How would it be a loss?" I asked with a pout.

"You and I both know that if we start, we won't be leaving this room," she said, cradling my cheeks gently with her warm hands.

"Ughhh, fine." I groaned, rolling my eyes. "What are we doing?"

She pulled my face into a quick peck. "It's a surprise. Go get ready."

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It's weird. The sex was amazing the other night, and I think I get her point; she's not interested in anyone else... but something about it, I don't know. It's the same as before. I am hers. Even more than before—mind, body, and soul. That was never the question. I can't say the same about her. I'd like to believe that she is. I'd love to. I think want it more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.