“Okay, now we’re talking,” she exclaimed. There was a glass of wine in her hand, and she was rocking side-to-side on her butt with excitement. Even when she was naked and getting ready to have virtual sex, she was still the most adorable person he’d ever met.

Alejandro’s hands moved inside the waistband of his pants and underwear, and he pushed them down his legs. He didn’t want to waste any more time.

“Four out of ten,” Deja said. “Not the best strip show I’ve ever seen, but I have faith in your ability to improve if you’re willing to put in the work.”

Alejandro laughed as he crawled back into bed. “Next time I’ll Magic Mike you, I promise.”

“God, I hate that movie,” Deja mumbled.

“So, the only place to go is up,” he said.

He pulled his laptop in front of him, angling the camera so Deja couldn’t see how hard he already was. When they were both settled in front of their laptops, naked, they stopped for a second just to stare.

Deja had a wistful smile on her face, and she took another sip of wine.

“You ready?” he asked softly.

She licked her lips and nodded before turning briefly to put the glass on her bedside table. When she turned back, her hands drifted to her breasts, and she pinched her nipples softly. She visibly shivered.

“Three weeks is a long time,” he breathed, palming his dick.

“I’ve gone much longer without sex,” she said. “That was before you, though.”

He could tell by the angle of her eyes that she wanted to see him, so he adjusted his laptop screen so she could see him stroke himself.

A soft whimper fell from her lips, and she squeezed her right breast.

“How do you want to do this?” Alejandro asked.

Deja smiled shyly. “I don’t know. I’ve actually never done this before.”

“Neither have I,” he rushed to reassure her. “Let’s just…keep it simple, yeah?”

“Meaning?”

“I just want to watch you come.”

“Ditto,” she whispered in the husky voice he recognized so well.

“Okay, then,” he breathed and grabbed the lubrication he’d picked up specifically for this date. He squirted some lube into the palm of his hand and started stroking his dick more seriously this time, in slow, rhythmic flicks of his wrist. His hand felt amazing, and he was very used to getting himself off, but he didn’t groan at his own touch. He groaned at the sight of Deja’s legs splayed open around her computer, putting her pussy front and center for the webcam and for him.

“Jesus,” he breathed, squeezing the head of his aching dick.

“Yeah,” she said, pulling a long purple vibrator into view and rubbing her own lube along the shaft.