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Kamala Harris was a force of nature, her reputation in the courtroom as a strong, decisive attorney mirroring how she carried herself as Vice President of the United States. The brunette had a sharp tongue when she talked back, always knew what she wanted, and ensured she got it.
Even knowing all this, you were surprised by the position you found yourself currently in. Your back was pressed into the wooden vanity of the dressing room, both hands gripping the edge while Kamala towered over you, her hand beneath your pants, two fingers buried inside of you.
“Is this what you wanted, hm? You couldn’t wait until after the rally?” Kamala huffed out, her thrusts increasing in pace with her quiet frustration. Her blazer was thrown over the nearby chair, the muscles in her forearm and bicep flexing with every thrust.
You gasped into the room, knuckles white against the edge of the vanity. You could feel the bracelets she wore against the tight confines of your pants, the cold metal hitting your inner thigh, making you squirm.
To be fair, you didn’t think you could have waited. When you walked into the dressing room and saw her dressed in another pair of high-waisted tan slacks and a crisp white blazer with a matching blouse underneath, you immediately felt the buzz of arousal in your core.
She was putting on her nude heels when she heard you come in, looking up and flashing you a smile. Arousal twisted in your stomach as you shut the door, walking closer to your girlfriend.
She spun around on her heels, “how do I look, sweetheart?”
Both of your hands grabbed her by the hips, pulling her flush against you, a soft moan escaping her mouth. “Good,” you breathed out, your hands trailing up and down her sides, one hand playing with the buttons on her blazer. “Like really good.”
Your mind drifted out of the haze of earlier events, one of your hands mistakenly reaching to find purchase in Kamala’s hair. The brunette's free hand swatted it away and placed it back onto the vanity, a growl escaping her.
“Off,” her eyes locked with yours, her brown eyes dark with desire. Her hair fanned against your face, the meticulous strands threatening to un-curl just by the touch of your hand. Her thrusts got faster and sloppier, her fingers slipping in and out of you with no restraint.
“You don't get to touch me. Especially when I have to be out greeting practically half of Wisconsin in 15 minutes.” You nodded, lips pursed as you breathed heavily through your nose. Some part of you felt guilty about doing this before a grand appearance, but you weren’t the one who had their fingers inside their girlfriend.
Your eyes glossed over Kamala’s frame, her chest rising rapidly and necklaces clinking together underneath the white blouse. Your gaze traveled to her face where her tongue darted out to lick her lips, the hunger in you to kiss her and mess up her makeup igniting.
You felt the familiar pull in your abdomen and you threw your head back, your hips stuttering against Kamala’s fingers. Kamala leaned in toward your neck, chuckling as she placed chaste kisses there. Her thumb pressed against your clit, your breath hitching as you ground your hips down in search of more. More friction, more pleasure, more Kamala .
“You better not make a mess,” Kamala whispered into your ear, her fingers twisting inside you. You shook your head furiously, eyes snapping shut as you felt the shocks of pleasure shoot down your spine.
A knock on the door had Kamala immediately pull out of you, her body going stiff at the interruption. Your mouth fell open, whimpering, the loss of your orgasm itching inside of you and making your legs tremble against the vanity. “I’m sorry,” she whispered against your lips, giving you a quick kiss.
Her assistant’s voice echoed outside, “Kamala, we need you out here in five!”
“I’ll be right out!”
Kamala’s voice molded into the commanding tone you knew all too well, quietly cursing to herself as she ran into the attached bathroom. You heard the sink turn on and pushed yourself off the vanity, groaning at the hazy feeling in your bones. You looked at yourself in the mirror, running a hand through your hair and zipping up your pants, trying to look like you weren’t just denied an orgasm.
Kamala walked out of the bathroom, her hands fluffing up her hair as she reached for her blazer. You picked it up off the chair, your hands trembling from the rejection. She smiled, her arms shrugging into the fabric in front of you and leaning in to kiss your cheek. You smoothed your arms over her torso and grabbed her hand, walking towards the door.
“You’re going to do phenomenal, baby,” you pressed a kiss to her lips and squeezed her hand. Kamala squeezed your hand back, a small “thank you” leaving her lips before she opened the door.
Outside the dressing room was abuzz with people talking and the flashing of lights, reporters bustling with their cameras to take photos of everyone. Kamala’s assistant beelined for the two of you, sending you a smile and grabbing your girlfriend. “We really have to go, I’ll touch base with you later!”
You nodded in agreement, eyes traveling down to watch your girlfriend’s hips sway as she walked toward the tent-like passageway to the theater. You stood back and watched as her assistant talked to her, Kamala nodding every few seconds in understanding.
Kamala’s opening music started to play in the arena, and the audience erupted in cheers. Your girlfriend glanced at you and smiled, and you gave her a thumbs-up back, seeing her eyes gleaming with mirth.
Kamala walked out onto the stage and the crowd went wild, cheering louder than the past rallies. A smile spread across your face while you watched her, the audience hanging onto every word she was saying and her charismatic personality shining through.
You watched Kamala command the rally, her confident voice captivating each audience member. Her closing music started to play as she walked around the perimeter of the stage, waving and thanking the people. Kamala walked off the stage and straight into your arms, her cheeks tinted a darker color as she peppered kisses against your face.
“You did an amazing job,” you whispered into her hair as you pulled her into a hug. The moment was soon broken as Kamala’s crew rushed over to her, eager to get both of you onto the plane and to the next destination. The next few minutes were a blur, personnel moving swiftly and grabbing bags, flashes of cameras as they tried to grab a picture of your girlfriend exiting the arena.
The walk up the stairs of Air Force Two was quick, the cheers of the people catching a glimpse of Kamala getting louder as she followed behind you. You felt Kamala’s hand press against the small of your back and you halted your movements, her hand steady against you.
You felt her lean in behind you, her breath ghosting over your ear, “come on, we have to celebrate.” She placed a kiss below your ear and you shivered, registering the flash of the cameras to the side of you.
The crowd seemingly got louder at Kamala’s display of affection, your mind conjuring up which pictures would be smeared all over the tabloids tomorrow morning.
You walked into the plane, paying no mind to the crew in the back of the cabin and letting out a slow breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, sitting down in one of the swivel chairs beside you. Once Kamala entered, the back of the cabin erupted in cheers, a wide smile spreading across her face.
“Congratulations! That speech was amazing.” Her assistant walked up the aisle to her with a champagne glass in hand, pulling her in for a side hug. Kamala chuckled, taking the glass and holding it close to her frame, her fingers wrapped around the stem.
Your eyes zeroed in on her fingers, making you shift in your seat and look out the window. The runway flitted past you in a blur of black and yellow as the aircraft gained momentum, your eyes going hazy at the speed. You could faintly hear Kamala and the crew celebrating the rally and how well she had done, the praises falling from their lips about the brunette. The chatter was fuzzy in your brain as you thought about the events that took place before the rally.
You thought about her fingers inside of you, the cold feeling of her bracelets grazing your thigh with every thrust. You’d been hyper-aware of every sensation on your body 3 hours ago, the thrill of being intimate in such a public space lighting your body on fire and making you feel everything .
You felt a tap on your shoulder and jumped out of your daydream, looking up to see Kamala holding another glass of champagne and extending it toward you. A smirk toyed at her lips and she leaned down, her fingers brushing against yours as you took the glass from her.
“Don’t you want to celebrate, sweetheart?” Her voice washed over you like velvet, the pet name making you shift in your seat again. You nodded, taking a sip of the champagne, eyes briefly fluttering shut at the sweet taste.
“Not the kind of celebration I had in mind,” you muttered into your glass, taking another sip and looking up at Kamala. She hummed in response, coming around to the front of the chair and dropping herself on your lap, her long legs coming to extend on the other chair next to you.
Your breath caught in your lungs at the motion, your arms instinctively wrapping around her waist and spilling the drink in your glass over her white blouse. You watched, horrified, as the amber liquid stained the fabric and you looked up at her, her tongue coming out to wet her lips.
“You could’ve just said you wanted me out of my clothes,” she purred, taking the glass from your hand. “You didn’t have to make such a mess.” Her voice was lower now, and your cheeks tinted pink with humiliation and arousal.
“I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean–” You were cut off by Kamala’s lips against yours in a brief kiss.
“Come help me change,” she whispered against your lips, getting off of you and taking your hand. The moment started as quickly as it ended and you were left breathless, taking Kamala’s hand in yours.
Your heart rate soared as you thought of what helping her change entailed, letting Kamala guide you through the throng of people at the back of the cabin. One staffer commented, “she really shook up Wisconsin!” as you passed them and you smiled at the praise.
She led you past the doors to the second cabin, a familiar scent hanging in the air. This is where you and Kamala spent the bulk of your time together on longer flights, the area equipped with a sofa bed, a private restroom, and an impressive in-flight entertainment system.
Kamala turned to face you once the doors were shut, placing the empty glass down on a nearby table and sighing dramatically, “it’s a shame that you ruined one of my favorite blouses, isn’t it?”
Her head tilted just a fraction and she took off her blazer, dropping it onto the table as well. Her fingers toyed with the buttons on the blouse, popping two of them open and displaying her black, lacy bra. Your breath hitched as you saw the black lace peek out from under the white fabric.
“I guess there’s no choice but to…” she trailed off, fingers undoing the additional buttons and the garment falling to the ground. “Rid myself of it.” The brunette stepped backward, the click of her heels hitting the linoleum of the plane bathroom.
You stood there, mouth open and core throbbing with arousal at the sight before you. This was the sexiest you had ever seen her, you were sure of it. Between the glint in her eye, the teasing tone in her voice, and the way the black material contrasted against her tan skin, you didn’t know where to start.
Your feet moved instantly, practically one step behind the brunette as she stepped into the bathroom. Your hands reached for her waist and you lunged at her, pushing Kamala up against the porcelain of the counter. Her breath came out in a puff against your face and you angled your face upward, capturing her lips in a kiss.
Her arms draped across your neck, pulling you in closer as your hands moved up her body. Each touch was delicate, your fingers running over the lacy material of her bra. You felt her shiver against you and smiled into the kiss, your tongue gliding across her lips, almost as if you were asking for permission.
Her mouth opened slightly and your tongue collided with hers, the feeling making Kamala buck her hips into your own. Your hands grabbed her thighs, lifting her upward onto the counter and pushing her flush against your front. She moaned into the kiss, her hands gliding into your hair.
“Please,” she breathed against your lips, your hands traveling back to her breasts and massaging them. The lacy material felt scratchy on your hands as you kneaded, your nails scratching when you felt her nipples poke through the fabric.
Kamala’s hips moved on their own accord, grinding against your hips as you continued to squeeze her breasts over the fabric. Your fingers slipped under her bra and pinched her nipples, the mewl from Kamala sending a flash of heat down to your core.
She stopped kissing you, her forehead coming to rest against yours as she panted, her hips twitching with every pinch to her nipples. Her hands tugged on your hair, forcing your eyes to meet in a fiery gaze.
“I need you, please.” The words were emphasized with another roll of Kamala’s hips and the scrape of her nails against your scalp. “Please,” she fisted her hands in your hair again, exposing the column of your neck and lightly kissing the skin there.
Your mouth went dry as you blinked a couple of times, the haze of arousal clouding your judgment. Her tongue licked a stripe up your neck and you groaned, your hands immediately landing on the zipper of her pants and tugging at the cloth.
The flowy garment fell to her knees and you stepped closer to her, your hands roaming over her bare thighs. You touched the skin there, fingertips tracing patterns over the warm skin and feeling the muscles twitch underneath your movements. Kamala was panting against your neck, her hips canting upward in hopes that you would finally touch her where she was wet and waiting.
Her hands were still in your hair, twisting the strands while you continued your teasing. It was only fair that you teased her when she had done the same earlier in the dressing room, your orgasm falling out from under you when you both heard the knock.
Your hands finally moved from her thighs and to her center, cupping the warmth you felt there. Kamala immediately thrust her hips toward you, a curse escaping her lips at the sensation.
You continued to tease her outside of the material, your fingers stroking her up and down and curling them slightly, feeling her get more and more wet with every touch. You could tell Kamala was irritated, her hands in your hair becoming rough as she yanked the strands, trying to find something to hang on to.
“Will you just get on with it?” Kamala whined into the cramped room, the edge in her voice from earlier gone, now replaced with pure need. It was an honor to see the brunette this way, her usual authoritative exterior now cracking underneath the surface.
You mouthed at the skin below Kamala’s ear, your tongue soothing over the bites made with your teeth. “Someone’s needy, huh?” You chuckled, the hand caressing her underwear moving underneath the fabric.
A groan escaped your mouth as you felt her dampness, your fingers slipping through her folds. Your fingers moved slowly back and forth as you teased her entrance, another whine falling from Kamala’s lips.
“Baby, please,” her hips rolled down onto your hand, trying to bear down onto your fingers. “I need–”
You pressed two fingers into her, your eyes flicking up to watch her expression at the touch. She threw her head back against the bathroom mirror, her brows furrowing and mouth parting open at the touch.
Your two fingers slid easily in and out of her, the wetness coating them as your free hand gripped her hip, using it as leverage for your thrusts. Moans tumbled out of Kamala’s mouth, a string of curses mixed with your name filling the air, her hands sliding under your shirt. Her nails scratched against your upper back and you pushed into her further, your thrusts getting deeper.
“Right there,” Kamala gasped on a particularly rough thrust when your fingers curled upward just right , her hands sprawled across your back in a vice-like grip. The feeling of her legs wrapping around your waist and locking you into place spurred you on, your thrusts getting sloppier as your lips met hers again in a clash of tongue and teeth.
You sucked her tongue into your mouth and she moaned loudly against you, her heels digging into your back. The pain of her shoes in your back didn’t compare to having her like this, needy and pliant beneath your fingertips.
The thing about Kamala, you thought as your thrusts got more forceful and your thumb slipped against her clit, is that you knew when she was close. Her thighs started to shake and her breathing became rapid, struggling to form coherent sentences as the pleasure overtook her. She was never loud , or so you thought.
“Oh my god, oh my god, fuck,” she cried out as her head hit the bathroom mirror, exposing the delicate skin of her neck and her hips snapping up towards you. More curses fell out of her mouth, each of them louder in volume than the previous.
Your eyes went wide as her moans increased in volume and you moved your hand gripping her hip up to cover her mouth, the hand between her legs working her up. “You’re being too loud, Kam,” your thumb circled her clit once, twice, three times. “You don’t want the entire plane to hear you, do you?”
Something snapped in Kamala at your words, her brown eyes rolling into the back of her head as her hips arched into your hand. You felt the vibration of her moans against your other hand and wetness coating your fingers, her thighs shaking as she came.
You placed kisses along her hairline and removed your hand from her mouth, trailing it down her body and resting against her thigh. A whimper crawled up her throat and her hips jerked as you slowly removed your fingers from her, eyes fluttering open as she looked at you.
She smiled at you before something shifted in her eyes, taking in your tousled hair and swollen lips. It all happened in a blur, a surge of energy in Kamala’s demeanor taking you by surprise as she pushed you backward, toeing out of her pants, careful not to rip a hole in them from her heels.
Kamala hopped off the bathroom counter, wasting no time and pressing you up against the adjacent wall, your back hitting it with a thud. You groaned out at the rough treatment, both of your hands coming up to cup the brunette’s face, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.
Her tongue snaked into your mouth and you moaned at the feeling of her tongue against yours, sparks of electricity shooting down your spine. Your hips bucked against her pelvis, her bare thigh coaxing your legs open and pressing up into you.
“Have you ever had sex on a plane?” She spoke against your lips, her hands on either side of your hips, guiding your movements.
“No,” you breathed against her lips. Up until now, you had completely blocked out the two of you were having sex on a plane, a staggering 30,000 feet in the air. If Kamala hadn’t made you feel so safe on flights, you would have been freaking out.
You felt Kamala’s teeth puncture your bottom lip and a muffled whine escaped your mouth, your hands moving upward into her brown strands and tugging. She pressed up closer against you, her thigh angling downward on your pelvis and you groaned, the sensation lost. Her hands moved to swiftly unbutton your pants, the breathable material dropping to the ground in a quick motion as she cupped your pussy.
Your hips jerked into the touch as you pulled away from the kiss, leaning your head back against the wall and breathing heavily. “Kam, please.”
The brunette hummed in response, her lips trailing down to your neck and peppering kisses there. Her fingertips teased your core above your underwear, her slender fingers dipping down to your entrance and back up again, sharp nails gently gliding over your clit.
You swore under your breath, hips wriggling as she repeated the actions. You knew you were wet, the saturated fabric soggy underneath Kamala’s fingers as she toyed with you. Kamala’s fingers halted their movements and she pulled your panties down, the lacy material falling down your legs.
“Please fuck me, Kam,” your voice sounded higher than normal as you felt Kamala’s hands run up and down your thighs, nails digging into the skin. Your thighs quaked with every passing touch and you shut your eyes, hips moving on their own accord.
You felt a shift in movement and your eyes snapped open, Kamala dropping to her knees and looking up at you with a smirk, “is this how you need it, baby?”
Your core throbbed with arousal at the sight of Kamala on her knees, for you nonetheless. You nodded, a breathy “yes” coming out of your mouth as she placed gentle kisses on your thighs. Your legs spread wider as the kisses got higher up your thigh, and her hand glided across your skin, her fingers teasing your entrance while her other hand gripped your hip.
You moved your hips, the tips of her fingers easing inside you as you slowly ground down on them, both of your hands finding purchase in her hair once more and threading your fingers through it. Her hair was far from what you saw earlier in the day, the tips of her hair curling slightly and some sweat forming at the crown of her head. You felt her hot breath on your core and you whined, inches away from her mouth.
Kamala’s hand at your hip gently rubbed the skin there as her fingers worked inside you, twisting and stretching you out. “God, you’re so wet,” her voice was gravelly, sending a pang of arousal to your clit that made you yank her closer to your core.
“Please, please, please–” Your words turned into a moan once you felt Kamala’s tongue on you, hot and wet as it slithered between your folds. Your hands tugged at the brown locks when you felt her tongue lap at your wetness. Your body burst with arousal with the feeling of finally having her tongue on you, your hips slightly twitching against Kamala’s face as her fingers moved faster inside you.
“Don’t go easy on me,” Kamala pulled away for a second and you all but whined at the smear of wetness on her chin. “I want you to take what you need.” She fastened herself back onto you, her tongue laving over your clit before sucking again.
Your hands fisted in her hair again, one particularly hard thrust making you grip tightly, and Kamala moaned into you at that, the feeling traveling up your spine. “Fuck,” you breathed out and allowed your hips to move languidly against her face. The feeling of her tongue on you, her fingers moving inside you, the hand on your hip gripping you with utter force, it was all too much and seemingly not enough. You knew it wouldn’t take long, you had been so worked up from the dressing room antics and Kamala coming on your fingers.
You whined when her fingers curled up into you, your hips rocking against her face. Her tongue pressed against your clit, flat and rough as you gasped into the room, head banging against the wall. “I’m not gonna last long, oh–”
Your words turned into a plethora of incoherent noises as Kamala’s teeth gently scraped against your clit, your thighs beginning to shake. Your body felt like it was on fire, the pull in your abdomen becoming stronger as you ground onto Kamala’s face, feeling her hum. You gasped and looked down at her, her eyes wide open and staring up at you with desire. Her lips latched onto your clit and sucked and you came with a cry, one hand pounding against the wall beside you.
Your eyes slammed shut as your hips jerked, hearing Kamala’s voice under the waves of pleasure. “You’re doing so well for me, so good, I love you.”
You took a slow breath in and back out, your hands untwisting from Kamala’s hair as you felt her remove her fingers with a pop, kissing your thigh before she stood up. The brunette pressed a kiss to your lips, intertwining your hands together.
“Come on, we have to go mingle before everyone gets suspicious.”
You cackled at that, rolling your eyes at her comment. You were sure that everyone was already suspicious of your departure and you were bound to be embarrassed once you walked back into the first cabin.
But with Kamala, the risk of embarrassment was worth it if it meant you could see that dazzling smile on her face.