He heard the loud crack when she touched the fourth tread. She grabbed for the railing, which broke as soon as she grasped it. She squealed and fell backward...right into Rye's arms.

One arm wrapped across her abdomen, one across her breasts. Rye automatically clutched her to keep her from falling. Her plump breast overflowed his hand.

Rye's cock responded to the feel of Alaina's nipple in his palm. He closed his eyes as he imagined unhooking her bra and letting her breasts fall into his hands. They'd be warm and soft, except for her nipples. The pink tips would grow firm when he caressed them with his thumbs, then his tongue.

Rye gently lifted her down from the steps and helped her stand on the solid floor, her back to his chest. She didn't move, she didn't try to pull away from him. The fact that she was his customer and he didn't mix business with pleasure meant he shouldn't take this any further. He should release her right now and continue the tour of the house.

Instead, he tightened his arms around her and gently squeezed her breast.

She whimpered.

That sound traveled straight to his cock. He had a full erection in only seconds. He pressed his fly against her ass so she could feel how strongly she affected him.

She dropped her head to his shoulder and closed her eyes. Rye ran his tongue around the rim of her ear. He breathed directly into her ear, and saw her throat work when she swallowed.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice low.

She shook her head.

He nipped her earlobe and worked it between his teeth. She whimpered again. "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me," she whispered.

Cradling both breasts in his palms, Rye lifted and pressed them together as he thumbed the hardening nipples. He heard Alaina's breath catch. "Like this?"

"Yesssss."

She arched her back and pushed her breasts harder into his palms, her ass against his groin. Rye kneaded her breasts while brushing his shaft back and forth across her buttocks. He plucked at her nipples, rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Her breathing became heavier, deeper. Rye continued to caress her breasts with one hand while he slowly slid the other down her stomach. He stopped at the waistband of her jeans, unsure how far she wanted him to go.

She answered his unasked question by pushing his hand between her thighs. "Here. Touch me here."

The heat of her pussy through her jeans made Rye groan. He rubbed his fingers along the seam, using a firmer pressure on her clit. Alaina dug her fingernails into his thighs and spread her legs wider apart.

"That feels so good."

It certainly did, but it wasn't enough. He needed to touch her without anything between his fingers and her silky flesh.

Unfastening her jeans, he tugged them and her panties past her hips. He slid his hand between her thighs again, and groaned once more at the feel of her creamy folds.

"Damn, you're wet."

He circled her clit with the tip of his finger. Alaina moaned and gripped his thighs tighter. "Mmm, yes."

Rye gathered her cream on his fingertips and spread it over her clit. He circled it again, then rubbed back and forth. She began to move her hips in time to his caresses.

"That's the way." He nipped her earlobe again, nibbled on the side of her neck. "Take what you need."

"I-I can't."

Her words made him hesitate a moment before he continued the intimate caress. "I want to feel you come."

"Rye, I..." Her voice trailed off.

"You what?" He pushed two fingers into her channel and pressed upward. She gasped. He could feel the strain in her legs as she tried to widen her stance. Rye wished he'd taken the time to completely remove her jeans and panties before he touched her. He couldn't stop now, not when she was so aroused.

She didn't answer him. He moved his fingers over the sensitive spot inside her, pressing, caressing. Little sounds of pleasure came from her throat. "Do you need more, Alaina? Do you need my tongue?"

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