16

"Im yours."

Just like that.

No dramatic pause. No smirk. No teasing. Just truth.

Mariah swallowed, her eyes drifting from Kamala's face to the bare skin peaking out from under her shirt—the shirt had risen up sometime during the film, probably from moving around. Probably on purpose.

"You don't say things like that lightly," Mariah finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kamala turned to her, eyes soft but glowing. "I don't do anything lightly when it comes to you."

The silence between them shifted. Heavy. Thick. A promise lingering in the air.

And then Kamala leaned in.

Mariah met her halfway.

Their lips brushed once—soft, slow, like a question.

Then Kamala answered it with a kiss that deepened fast. Hands threaded into hair, mouths parting with a soft gasp. Mariah pulled Kamala onto her lap, straddling her, feeling the warm weight of her professor settle against her like a blanket she'd waited forever to crawl under.

Kamala kissed like she was memorizing. Tongue slow and confident, hands cupping Mariah's jaw. Mariah arched into her, tugging at the hem of her shirt until it slid up and off, tossed somewhere on the floor.

Kamala's bra was black and lacy, elegant. Her skin glowed under the warm lamp light.

"You wanna take this to the bedroom?" Mariah asked between kisses, voice breathy.

Kamala smiled. "Lead the way, baby."It took them a minute to actually get to the bedroom, stopping twice for a few more minutes of making out. But when they finally fell onto the bed together, a tangle of limbs and hungry lips, all their clothes ended up on the floor.

Kamala tasted like coffee and chocolate and the hint of something that was just her and Mariah wanted more. Her hand drifted over Kamala's hip, nails grazing her thigh before slipping between her legs. Kamala moaned, head tipping back against the pillow, a blush already forming on her cheeks. Mariah smiled and kissed her, fingers teasing.

"I've been thinking about doing this to you all day, baby," she said, voice low, kissing Kamala's jaw and down her throat.

Kamala laughed softly, a little breathless. "You're not the only one."

"Oh yeah?" Mariah raised an eyebrow.

Kamala's blush deepened and she averted her gaze, her dark lashes falling to her cheek. "I had some very inappropriate thoughts about you earlier."

"Tell me."

"After the shower.." Kamala's hand rested on Mariah's shoulder, fingers trailing down to her collarbone. "When you kept staring at me and told me I was sexy, it made me feel..." she trailed off, looking flustered.

"Like what?" Mariah's hand moved lower, fingers teasing her.

"I don't know, you just made me nervous. And I couldn't stop thinking about how fucking gorgeous you are and how I wanted to get you just like this," she bit her lip. "Making me feel so good."

Mariah chuckled, kissing her jaw and then her neck, her lips moving slowly down her body. Kamala sighed and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the pillows. Mariah's mouth followed the path of her fingers, kissing her belly and thighs, nuzzling the soft skin just above her clit.

She glanced up and saw Kamala watching her, her expression open, lips parted and flushed.

"You're gorgeous," Mariah whispered. "So fucking beautiful."

Kamala's eyelashes fluttered. She let out a soft moan as Mariah mouth replaced her fingers, kissing her folds. Kamala's legs tensed as Mariah's tongue teased her, circling her clit slowly.

Mariah loved the way Kamala responded to her. So eager, so open.

She moaned softly as she continued to explore her, savoring her taste, the little whimpers that escaped her lips, the way her body shivered.

Mariah pushed two fingers inside her and Kamala gasped, her hips arching."You okay, baby?"

"Don't stop."

Mariah's smile was wicked. She continued to work her, using her tongue and her fingers. She knew she'd found the perfect spot when Kamala's whole body tightened, her eyes squeezing shut.

"Oh god, baby, I'm gonna.." "I know, baby. Come for me."

Kamala shuddered, crying out. Mariah slowed, easing her through it.

"That was..." Kamala panted, her voice shaky. "Holy shit."

Mariah smiled, leaning down to kiss her. Kamala wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close.

"Your turn."

Kamala's hands trailed down Mariah's sides, settling on her hips. She kissed down her chest, taking her time, pausing to murmur, "Still mine?"

Mariah nodded, breath shaky. "Yeah."

Kamala grinned. "Good."

She pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before crawling back up and whispering, "I brought something tonight."

Mariah looked up, wide-eyed. "What is it?"

From her overnight bag on the floor, pulled out a neatly packed strap-on and harness—sleek, black, and new.

Mariah's breath caught.

Kamala caught it too.

Her expression softened immediately. "Hey," she said gently, climbing back onto the bed and kneeling beside her. "This doesn't happen unless you want it. I thought about bringing it... but I want to check in with you first."

Mariah's eyes dropped to the strap. Her cheeks burned. But her legs didn't close.

"I've never done that before," she admitted.

"I'll go slow," Kamala said. "And if at any point it doesn't feel right, you tell me and we stop. Understand?"

Mariah looked at her, heart thudding. "I trust you."

Kamala kissed her sweet and slow. "Lie back for me, pretty girl."

Watching Kamala fit the harness smug against her hips made Mariah's head spin. The woman looked powerful. Patient. Dangerous. In a way that made Mariah's legs tremble.

Kamala kissed her again before lining herself up—moving slow, steady, never breaking eye contact. The first push made Mariah gasp, body arching.

"You okay?" Kamala asked, voice low.

Mariah nodded, clutching at her wrist. "Don't stop."

Kamala moved deeper, groaning softly, even if she couldn't feel it physically—she felt it in the way Mariah gripped her, how her thighs quivered.

"Good girl," Kamala whispered against her mouth. "Taking me so well."

Mariah moaned, hips bucking.

Then—when Mariah arched again, needy—Kamala started to move.

It wasn't fast. It wasn't rough.

It was deep. Rhythmic. Intentional.

Each stroke was met with soft gasps and high whimpers, Mariah's hands clutching at Kamala's back, her name falling from her lips over and over. Kamala's grip on her thigh tightened, her other hand stroking over her stomach, her breast—touching everywhere, like she couldn't get enough.

"You feel so good," Kamala whispered, breath coming harder now. "You don't know what you're doing to me."

Mariah's legs wrapped around her waist, deeper now, fuller. She could feel everything—every push, every slow withdrawal, the stretch, the warmth, the weight of being taken care of and completely unraveled.

"Fuck," she whimpered. "Right there... don't stop..."

Kamala looked down and spat on her center, taking her thumb and rubbing on her clit. A guttural moan escaped Mariah's throat.

"You're fucking me so good, baby. Please don't stop!"

And Kamala didn't. She thrust faster into Mariah, making her arch off of the bed, holding on to the sheets. Kamala moved with purpose now, small grunts escaping her as she buried herself again and again, kissing Mariah's mouth, her neck, her chest, her shoulder.

"Kamala..." Mariah said, her voice barely move a whisper. "Mommy, I'm so- so close."

"Look at me, baby," Kamala said, cupping her face. "I want to look into your eyes while you come."

"Shit. Baby go faster, you're hitting my spot!" She moaned.

Hearing her lady call out her name was all the fuel Kamala needed. She put her hand around Mariah's throat—her grip firm but gentle—had Mariah's legs shaking, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her mouth agape. Kamala's last thrust, was the feather that broke the camels back.

Mariah let out a loud, guttural moan. Kamala leaned down and nibbled at her neck while still thrusting slowly helping her lover come down from her high. Her kisses trailed from her neck, her chin, and landed on her lips. Mariah—still breathing hard—had a smile on her face.

"We definitely need to that more often." She said in between breaths, finally sitting up. Kamala chuckled leaving the room for just a second to get a glass of water for Mariah.

"You did so good." She said then kissed Mariah. "And you calling me mommy was such a turn, my god." Mariah smirked into her glass of water, getting her last sips of water in.

"Come on, baby, I'll run you a warm bath." Kamala said.

"Will you get in with me?" she asked.Kamala nodded with a small smile on her face.

And after relaxing their muscles and washing each other up. They both went to sleep in their oversized t-shirts. Kissing each other goodnight and getting tangled in each other again. __________

I promise I'll get better at writing smut... 😭 in due time, in due time.... Love you guys 🤍🙂