She laughed. “Why didn't you use the stairs?” Fernando grinned, a look of embarrassment coming over his beautiful face. The expression seemed unnatural, yet was also endearing. “Can I come in?” He asked. “Of course.” Jenna quickly stepped back, allowing him to climb into the apartment. “I was just sitting out on my fire escape,” He explained, straightening up, “And...” He faltered, his eyes roving around the tiny studio apartment. “And what?” Jenna pressed. “I'm sorry. I'm completely out of line. I should go.” Jenna laughed a quick and harsh bark. He was calling the current moment out of line when only a couple hours ago he'd had her tied to his bed's headboard? “Don't go.” She reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him from turning away. . He froze, then looked up into her eyes. “I was sitting on my fire escape thinking about you,” He continued. “And I got so excited and carried away that the next thing I knew I was climbing down the escape and knocking on your window.” Jenna worked hard to swallow. She was still holding onto Fernando's hand, and her heart was beating so loudly that she was sure he had to be hearing it. “What were you thinking about me?” Her voice sounded small like it held only a fraction of the volume it usually did. “I was thinking about how different you are... From any other woman I've ever met.” The floor felt like it was crumbling beneath Jenna's feet, and she was somehow- miraculously- left floating on air, buoyed up by Fernando's words. His fingers tightened around hers, and his other hand reached up to tentatively touch her arm. Jenna stepped forward, pressing her body against his, eagerly soaking in his warmth. She stood on her tip toes, doing everything a girl could do to give a boy a sign. And then he finally picked up on the cues and kissed her. The meeting of their lips was soft at first, but then it swiftly turned hungry. Fernando's arms slipped around her back and pulled her close to his chest. Jenna walked backwards towards the bed, never taking her mouth off of Fernando's. Collapsing onto the mattress, she worked eagerly at his belt. He helped her, and soon not only were his pants on the floor, but his shirt was as well. Jenna broke off to pull off her t-shirt and- in doing so- caught a full on glimpse of Fernando's naked body. The man had so many muscles that he looked like a track star and his dick... Well, just the sight of it made her quake. Swiftly, she pulled her shorts off and joined him in being fully nude. She wanted to touch him all over; she wanted to take his dick in her mouth and taste the fullness of it, but all of that would have to wait. Right now, there was no more time for foreplay. Foreplay had been the last several hours, and now they were both more than ready. Their tongues intertwining, Fernando opened Jenna's legs and pressed his warm dick right into her. She shrieked in pleasure, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation. Three orgasms and she was- somehow- still ready to go. The man from the upstairs apartment- the one who tortuously took his time- was gone, replaced with one who was fast and eager in his fucking. He still knew the right spots to hit, though, and Jenna found herself quickly riding another wave of pleasure. “Fernando,”
