Emma’s POV…
As soon as we walk in the door from lunch our hands are all over each other. We’re pulling clothes off and rubbing. I can’t touch him enough and neither can he. When he finally frees my breasts, he stops and stares. They’ve gotten so full over the last two weeks and he takes the time to just admire them. They’ve gone from a small B cup to a very full C cup. He begins to tweak my n*****s and I swear I’m about to come while I’m standing. I grab his wrists and throw his hands down.
I begin to run up the stairs. I’m taking them two at a time, but I’m only halfway when he reaches me from behind. He grabs my hips and turns me around. He lowers me on the stairs and drops his underwear. It’s apparent we can’t make it any farther into the apartment.
He begins to slide into me and
