Me
Whose boxers?
Ava
Mine. What? A woman isn’t allowed to buy men’s boxers? They’re roomier and more comfortable to sleep in than women’s sleep shorts which are always super short or meant to be tight.
Hmm. I lay back down, but my mind was stuck on her wearing generic men’s boxers. Before I could come up with a response, she texted again.
Ava
So what would you do with me if you were here?
This was good. This was where I excelled.
Me
I’d start by kissing that spot behind your ear. Then I’d work my way down your neck, slow, until you’re saying my name like it’s a prayer. I’d push your shirt up slowly until you were bare before me and I could kiss down your chest, over your perky breasts, and down your taut stomach.
Three dots appeared showing she was typing a response before they disappeared. A moment later they appeared again.
Ava
You’re really good at this.
Me
Turned on already?
Ava
Maybe.
Me
Don’t play coy with me now, Sunshine. I can’t wait to hear you moan my name, your voice getting all husky and breathy. You’ve got me so hard just thinking about it.
Ava
Liam.
It was only my name. But I could picture exactly how she’d say it—half warning, half plea. My body responded immediately, heat pooling low in my gut and my cock getting so hard it almost hurt.
Me
Tell me you’re not thinking about it right now. About how I’d slowly peel those boxers down your toned legs, dropping kisses every few inches before I worked my way up and feasted on your pretty little clit.
A longer pause this time. I waited, my whole body tense with anticipation.
Ava
I want your mouth on me. I want to feel your stubble against my thighs while you make me fall apart.
Fuck. The image hit me like a freight train—Ava spread out beneath me and her fingers in my hair. My hand drifted toward my boxer briefs, and I reached under the waistband to stroke myself.
Me
When I get my hands on you again, I’m going to take my time. Make you beg for it. You’re going to be so wound up you can’t think straight.
