My fingers twitched their way through the wetness of Ada, and her breath tightened as I stroked her clit without touching it, just massaging it.
My other hand touched Kerry on the thigh, squeezing it at that, my thumb rubbing on the sensitive flesh just by her pussy. And the one thing that will quiet it down, I grumbled, is a pussy, and it will be a dark, jealous rumble that will shake every part of them.
The colour of Ada flushed a darker red, her fingers scraped into my arm as I realised what had been understood. "Dexter…" she moaned, hardly more than a murmur, as her breath was hot upon my skin.
"You cannot say this to anybody... "Ada detested me with her voice, which was a shaky whisper, and her hands tore my arm as claws, and her knuckles blanched with strain. Her eyes glanced up to Kerry--wide and frightened--as though the vengeance of the tribe would actually ensue in the hut in the event of her uttering too emphatic a word.
