Ruth shook her head and bit her lips, and she gasped and moved on the rock beneath her. "It is not really hurting... much," she said, with a tightness to her voice, more than pain.
"But it... feels burning. And hot inside..." Her hands were trying to adapt to the coarse, roughness of the bed of stone, and her thighs jerked; the weird, hurting heat in her legs was tormenting her.
I didn't hesitate. Her clit was discovered by my fingers in slow, deliberate circles.
"Aaah..." Ruth gave an involuntary shudder, her body twitching, the breath in her throat catching with a painful mixture of pleasure and pain. She fluttered her eyes closed, and her lips parted, and she gave in to the experience, and I felt her body slightly arch against my touch.
"Hmmm... Dexter.. ahh..." she said, not in protest, but in acquiescence.
Then the voice of Kerry broke in on the summer morning.
"Dexter..."
