Alejandro could almost laugh that they’d spent two weeks planning for barely fifteen minutes of sex, but he was preoccupied. “I’m close,” he moaned.

“Oh, thank god,” she moaned. “Me, too.”

Alejandro huffed a laugh and began to pump his palm up and down his shaft faster and faster with one hand as the other gripped his tip.

Deja was fucking herself faster with one hand and circling the sensitive nub of her clit with the other. And even though she was thousands of miles away, he could tell that she was trying to keep her groans to a minimum, but he knew she’d lose that battle eventually and thankfully had the wherewithal to turn the volume down on his laptop. For safety, he should have silenced it all together, but he couldn’t bear to. He wanted to hear her come. If he couldn’t touch her or taste her, at the very least, he needed to hear her.

And when she finally did press the vibrator deep inside herself and scream out her release, Alejandro was surprised that he’d hung on that long. He licked his lips as her wet release leaked out around her vibrator, and it sent him completely over the edge. His toes curled, and his back tensed, and finally, he came with a sharp gasp and a long, deep grunt as his semen splattered along his thighs and stomach in hot spurts. It was dramatic, but he was out of breath and thought he saw stars. He’d had penetrative sex with women that hadn’t made him come so hard.

“Fuck, I miss you,” he breathed in a satisfied shudder.

“Three weeks,” Deja groaned back as she sat up in bed. “Just three more weeks.”

Alejandro’s laughter was weak from exhaustion and satisfaction.

“I can go again,” Deja said, shocking Alejandro’s eyes back to the screen to see her circling her clit with the vibrator.

He wheezed. “I’m old. I need more than a minute.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said happily. “I’m just happy to be here.”

He shook his head with a smile. “Don’t wait for me. I don’t mind watching.”

Deja’s eyes widened behind her eyeglasses. She licked her lips, “Yes, sir, Doctor Mendoza.”

Alejandro grabbed his pants from the floor beside the bed and started cleaning himself up while Deja started fucking herself with her toy again.

“Three weeks,” he mumbled to himself in a bone-deep hunger to be back in Centreville, to be with Deja. They could survive that. So long as the internet connection held.

Nineteen

Week Five