It took a few minutes for him to respond, but at some point, I heard him coming up the stairs, breathing heavily as if he had been running and his door closing with a thud.
“You are so beautiful. I am pretty sure
I could spend hours just worshiping your perfect tits.”
Fuck.
“I am so wet for you, Theo.
I wish you could just feel for yourself how much you turn me on.”
The notes came back quicker now, he had obviously made itto his bed.
“I get so hard every time I look at you, it’s like a curse. I keep thinking about how I want to run my hands over your stomach, lower and lower until all I can feel is how ready you are for me.”
It was getting harder and harder to draw breath into my lungs.
“Hmmm… what do you do when you think about me?”
I wrote back. I needed to hear him tell me. His response elicited a shiver from me because it painted a picture in my head that almost pushed me over the edge.
“I imagine that my hands are your hands,
stroking up and down on my cock while my hand
is in your hair and my tongue in your mouth.”
Fates damn it, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Another note dropped.
“I imagine rubbing my fingers over your clit, coating my hands with your wetness rather than golden paint. I imagine the way you twitch around my fingers as you cum on my hand. I imagine the way you would stroke yourself in front of me, wetting your hand between your legs to smear your wetness all over my cock…”
This was it. I was going to die from want and what a way to go it would be!
“Fates, Theo. I am so close…”
I heard the rustle of paper.
“Maelis, I want you to cum for me
and I want to hear you all the way from your room.
Can you do that for me?”
Oh my. I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to cum, I was so close already.
“I’d do anything for you.”
And with that, I put my quill down, closed my eyes and let myself get lost in thoughts of Theo, stroking me harder and faster and not putting a damper on my moans. I came with an intensity that I had not experienced in a long time, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. Stars exploded in front of my eyes and it took me a minute or two to catch my breath. My legs had clamped over my hand, and I was still twitching with little waves of pleasure, like small electric shocks rocked my very core. A note appeared next to my pillow.
“Wow, that was so fucking hot.”
I smiled and searched for my quill, which had gotten lost in the sheets.
“I think you got mixed up at birth. No way you are pure.”
I got up and washed myself. My legs were drenched, and I definitely had to change my undergarments. When I came back, a note was waiting for me.
“I read a lot, you know? Not just history books. But books can only teach me so much. Hearing you… that’s something no book could ever give me.
