"I'm sorry, Hanna, I'm sorry. I know you wanted to wait. I just can't help myself. You're so damn sexy, and I want you so bad." Hanna felt bereft at the sudden loss of his mouth and fingers. She pouted a little. He was right though. She would feel much better about herself in the morning if she waited. With a sigh, she stood.
"I should probably get to bed anyway, it's kind of late." She would much rather stay up late with Jeremy, but well... damn her conscience! He nodded and agreed with her, promising that he would take her to the beach in the morning and giving her one last kiss goodnight. Hanna returned to her room, still incredibly horny. She changed into her sexy little nightie she'd packed - just in case she ended up sleeping with him against her better judgement - and crawled into bed. He pussy was still so wet and throbbing, though. How would she ever sleep? The bed wasn't that comfortable, either, the mattress felt thin and lumpy. Warm air blew in from the open window, and Hanna threw off the bed covers. It was never this hot at night back home. She sighed. She was absolutely aching for sex. Hesitantly, she ran her fingers down her body, slipping under her panties, only to find they were soaked. Somehow, that excited her more, and she began to slowly rub little circles around her clit, making every effort to keep quiet. Jeremy must never know what she was doing.
She moved her arm and found a new lump in the bed. What the hell was with this mattress? It felt like there were rocks under it and it was actually distracting her from touching herself. As she stopped moving, she heard a sound. Was that the door of the next room being opened? No, she must be imagining things. What WAS that lump in the mattress? Maybe an old set of sheets had been left underneath by mistake, and were now wadded up and bunching together. She hopped off the bed and groped under the mattress, searching for sheets. Her fingers touched something hard. Very hard. It felt cool and smooth, almost tube-like. She closed her hand around it and pulled it out.
Hanna was holding a dildo. There was a scraping sound from the wall adjoining the next room. Was that the house settling... or Jeremy moving the painting aside and peering through the hole? She looked at the dildo in her hand. The phallic shape was stirring her lustful feelings again. She wondered why it was under her bed. Was it possible that Jeremy had placed it there, intentionally, and that he was now peeking at her, maybe getting excited? The thought was titillating. Maybe she should give him something to watch. She climbed onto the bed, carefully arranging herself so her pussy was pointed directly at the hole in the wall. Was she imagining the sound of heavy breathing, the soft thuds of someone settling in?
She ran a hand around her breast, pinching her nipple and letting her other hand bring the dildo down to her pussy and rubbing it slowly up and down, wetting the tip. The slicked silicone penis felt good on her swollen clit, cool and firm. She moaned and continued working it up and down. A soft slapping sound, like flesh meeting flesh, drifted through the wall in the next room Hanna thought of Jeremy jacking off to her masturbation, and found the thought surprisingly erotic. She spread her legs to give him a better view of her sopping wet pussy, and slowly began to inch the dildo into her hungry vagina.
"Ooo, yes," she said. She wanted him to hear her and be excited by it. "Oh, yeah," she slid in another inch. She moved her other hand down from her nipple and began to rub her clit. She hoped he could see it all. "Mmm, Jeremy," she said, a fiendish smile on her face as she thought of how that would excite him. The base of the dildo bumped her strumming fingers, and she relished the full feeling. She began to thrust the dildo in and out, her other hand still busy at her clit. She imagined Jeremy's hard cock inside of her instead of the faux penis, filling her as his balls slapped against her and his warm weight pressed her down. She worked the dildo faster, thinking of how good it would feel to cum on his cock, raking her nails down his back while her pussy squeezed him tight.
"OO, yes, Jeremy," she panted, working the dildo still faster. She was certain she heard him now, there was no mistaking the sound of a man vigorously jerking off. His own grunts of pleasure were quite audible through the wall; even her own cries were not drowning them out. "I love the way you FUCK me, Jeremy," she said. Suddenly inspired, she stood up and bent herself over the bed, never pulling the dildo out. She kept one hand beneath her body, stimulating her clit, and the other behind and slightly below so she could drive the dildo in and out. She hoped he was enjoying the view.
She was getting close to cumming now. She was holding her breath and focusing on the feeling, pretending the penis fucking her was actually Jeremy's, and not controlled by her own hand. She was so wet it was hard to keep the dildo from slipping out. Her juices were running down her thighs. Her fingers circled her clit faster and faster, and then a mighty orgasm swept through her, making her scream out, "Fuck, Jeremy, I'm CUUUUMMMMINNNG!" There was an answering groan from the far side of the wall as Hanna, gasping and shaking, began to slow the progress of the dildo. Her thighs felt so weak she could barely stand, and she clumsily climbed up onto the bed, the slippery dildo falling out to the floor. She was exhausted now. It felt like all that wine was finally catching up to her. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was how amazing her and Jeremy's sex life was going to be.
