She manages to hold on for now

Felicity returns both hands to the base of her vibrator, using them to drive the hard and now very slick object in and out of her pussy. Even as she does, she fumbles with the control and turns it up higher, feeling the instant effect of this as the buzzing inside her seems to flow through her whole body.

She groans loudly as she feels it deep inside her, the pulsing head of the vibrator feeling like it’s as deep in her as it’s ever been. Her eyes flick to her door, checking once again that it’s closed; her parents may be two floors below her in the house, but she’s sure she is being a little louder than normal and the last thing she needs is her mum to come up to find out what the noises are!

Her hips begin to rock in companion with her thrusts of the vibrator in and out of her sopping wet hole. She closes her eyes, picturing him in her mind, his image already stored in her memory even after just one evening. She imagines it’s him between her spread thighs, that this hard object that she is shoving deep inside herself is his cock, that his body in over her, her legs around him.

“Yes Sir, fuck me, fuck me hard” she moans to herself, hardly noticing she said Sir and not used his actual name even though she knows it is Anthony. Almost as if in reply her phone suddenly emits its little signal that a new message has arrived, and as much as she wants to continue fucking herself using both hands, she also needs desperately to see his reply, to know he has enjoyed the photo she sent him.

“What a dirty young girl you are Flis. Just think, that could have been my cock if you’d not been so scared” it reads. She groans as he reminds her how close she had come to getting fucked by him tonight, regretting again how she had stopped herself, telling herself next time she wouldn’t stop him from doing anything he wanted.

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be good next time” she types the reply, having to correct it a couple of times as her hand shakes from the feeling of the vibrator inside her still buzzing its pleasure into her.

She doesn’t bother putting the phone back down, instead holding it in one hand whilst the other continues to drive the vibrator in and out of herself, her thighs beginning to quiver as she feels the onset of what she knows will be an intense orgasm. But even knowing it’s on its way she tries to hold back, waiting for him to reply, wanting to see what he will say to her very obvious suggestion that she is willing to be his next time if he lets her.