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ERIC
“Slow down there, Skippy!” As many years as I’d spent on the sea and its shores, I struggled to keep up with Ariella, skittering over the rocks like a striped shore crab.
No answer fell from her lips, of course, but thankfully, she halted her hurried progress to wait for me. Again.
Her expressions and gestures spoke volumes to the point that I sometimes forgot she never spoke from her own lips. Her big, trusting, emerald eyes were rimmed with thick black lashes and looked back at me from where she sat perched on the rock, her long black hair whipping across her face in the wind. The unbidden thought of her hand on my erection made l**t burn in my brain so I could think of nothing else.
It had gone on like this for days.
I reached her side. Ignorant of the lascivious urges dom
