Behind Closed doors

Chapter 23

As Kamala nestled closer into Lauren's arms, her lips found their way to Lauren's neck, trailing a line of kisses that sent a shiver through her. She pressed her forehead against Lauren's, feeling the soft beat of their breath intertwining. Lauren couldn't resist, letting her fingers tangle in Kamala's hair, her heart pounding as Kamala's warm mouth lingered on her skin.

Lauren's pulse quickened, and before she could stop herself, she gently nudged Kamala back against the blanket, straddling her with a mischievous grin. She leaned down, capturing Kamala's lips in a kiss that was soft yet simmering with intent, her hands tracing the smooth line of Kamala's thigh, slipping up her dress.

Lauren murmured, "You know... we've got the house all to ourselves for a few more hours. We'd better get back."

Kamala let out a low chuckle, her lips brushing Lauren's as she looked up, eyes glittering with playful challenge. "Are you trying to get into my pants on the first date, Miss Castellanos?" she teased, her voice soft but charged.

Lauren smirked, letting her hand drift higher along Kamala's thigh, her voice dropping as she replied, "Too late for that, Madam President... especially when you've already ridden that strap."

Kamala's cheeks flushed, but she didn't miss a beat, grinning and whispering, "Take me home, my love." Her eyes searched Lauren's, a silent question lingering between them.

With a grin of her own, Lauren stood, offering a hand to help Kamala up. As they walked back to the car, the tension grew thicker than the humid evening air. The quiet purr of the engine was a stark contrast to the symphony of their racing thoughts as Lauren drove them back to the house, her eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few moments to steal a glance at the beauty next to her.

Kamala's impatience grew palpable. Lauren could feel the heat radiating from Kamala's body as she slid her hand up her leg, her fingers tracing the smooth skin above her knee.

When they finally reached the front door of their shared residence, the need to touch and be touched grew too intense to ignore. Lauren leaned in, pressing her mouth to the side of Kamala's neck, feeling the pulse of her excitement. Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as they stumbled through the doorway, barely breaking apart long enough to kick off their shoes and discard their coats.

But as Lauren reached for the zipper at the back of Kamala's dress, ready to unravel the fabric that separated them, a sudden hand on her wrist stopped her. "Uh-Uh," Kamala murmured, a sly smile playing on her lips. She stepped away, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not now," she breathed, her hand slipping down to grip Lauren's, pulling her toward the stairs that led to their private room.

Lauren's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't fight the thrill that shot through her. They ascended the stairs, their breaths hitching with every step, the anticipation of what awaited them upstairs growing with every passing second. The sway of Kamala's hips was a tantalizing dance of promise, each movement a silent invitation that echoed through the empty house.

Once inside the bedroom, Kamala's playful demeanor shifted, the power dynamic changing as swiftly as the shadows in the dimly lit room. She pushed Lauren down onto the bed with surprising strength, her eyes never leaving hers as she straddled her, her voice husky. "It's my turn to make you feel special."

With a gentle yet firm grip, she began to lift Lauren's white shirt, exposing her flat stomach to the cool air. Lauren's skin was smooth and soft, a stark contrast to the muscular thighs that now held her in place. She watched as the fabric inched higher, her breath quickening, revealing the black lace of her bra, the faint scent of her perfume mixing with the heat of their desire.

"I love you, baby," Lauren whispered against her mouth as she kissed her deeply, her heart swelling with love and lust.

"I love you too, but tonight, I'm in charge," Kamala murmured, her voice taking on a commanding tone that sent a thrill down Lauren's spine. She playfully nipped at Lauren's lower lip, her eyes gleaming with dominance. "Address me as Madam President, honey," she added, her hands sliding up to cup Lauren's cheeks.