Nova arrived at the hotel nervously clutching her overnight bag as she exited the elevator. Taking a deep breath as she arrived at room 1207, Nova pulled out the room key and slowly unlocked the door. It swung open to reveal a stunning view of the New York skyline at the far end of the suite. Music played softly from the speakers.
“Hello?” Nova called out shakily.
Yatta appeared wearing silk pajama pants and a sports bra. “Hi, Nova,” her voice was smooth and enticing.
“Hi, Yatta,” Nova whispered.
Yatta reached for her hand. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
“I’m honestly still shocked at the invite,” Nova confessed.
“I’m good at reading between the lines,” Yatta said with a playful smile.
Nova blushed, “Was I that obvious?”
Yatta poured two glasses of wine. “You’re actually very hard to read.”
Mesmerized by the moonlight on Yatta’s skin, Nova took large gulps of wine to calm her nerves. “I know this is irresponsible,” Yatta admitted, taking Nova’s wine glass. “But I can’t deny how strongly I’m drawn to you.”
The wetness between Nova’s legs drowned out her self-deprecating thoughts. Yatta leaned in and kissed her. Lost in the moment, Nova caressed Yatta’s face as she kissed her back, stopping to nibble on Yatta’s bottom lip. Yatta slowly slid her hand down Nova’s tights, gliding her finger inside.
Before Nova knew it, they were stumbling over to the couch. After mounting her, Yatta removed Nova’s shirt to suck on her nipples. Nova’s heart raced as Yatta descended her body, giving Nova’s pussy a stroke before grabbing her ass with both hands and diving in. Struggling to catch her breath, Nova closed her eyes as each tongue stroke seemed to caress her soul.
Before long, Nova began to squirm. “Uh, uh,” Yatta said with her tongue still in Nova’s pussy. She had her pinned. “Don’t fucking run from me Nova,” Yatta breathed.
“Look at me,” She demanded. Nova looked down at Yatta whose piercing dark eyes dared her to look away.
Nova felt helpless, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “I’m about to cu-” Nova gasped as pleasure overtook her body. “I’m about to cum.” Nova felt on the edge of tears, but cum escaped her instead.
Admiring her work, Yatta flashed a sly smile as she rose to her feet. Kissing Nova’s thigh while she lay curled in the fetal position, Yatta headed to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later wearing a strap-on.
Nova played with herself for a moment to keep from shaking then stood to her feet slowly. Now filled with lust, Nova looked into Yatta’s eyes and whispered, “So what now boss?”
Yatta bent Nova over the couch, pinning Nova’s arms behind her back as she entered. As she found her rhythm, Yatta’s moans quickly turned into roars.
“You’re so deep!” Nova screamed, glancing back as she took every stroke. She wanted to be a good girl for Yatta.
Nova announced her climax between sobs. She had never wanted to please someone so badly.
“Fuuuuck!” Yatta whispered as her body shuttered. Nova’s cries took her over the edge as their bodies emptied in unison. They collapsed onto the couch, slick with sweat as they gazed at the cityscape.
Moments later, Nova stumbled to the bathroom, the stone tile floors a sobering reminder of where she was. When Nova was done cleaning herself up, she washed and dried her hands, tossed the towel, and left. The towel landed on the edge of the sink covering Yatta’s phone, which displayed an incoming call from “Mrs. Stone.”
