need
someone?" His voice was low and teasing. "I might, get out of bed and
become disorientated. I might, oh have nightmares and need someone to cuddle
me, and shoo the dragons away." Maggie sighed. It was so long since she'd seen
this loving playful side of Perry. It showed rarely as he struggled with
keeping his family together, and trying to uncover the spy ring that threatened
their beloved country.
"You might not," she said prosaically.
"I will only be across the hall if you call out."
"Not good enough. I might need my…" He paused
and winked. "My hurts stroked away."
His cock twitched under her, as if to remind Maggie
that was a part of his body that loved to be stroked, and she was always happy
to oblige. She giggled and wriggled against him as best she could. His hand
tightened and he laughed.
"I may have forgotten you, but my cock hasn't,
it seems. So Maggie-mine, will you rest with me? Please?"
The hangdog, hopeful look was her undoing. This was
the private lover of past times. The one she often worried she would never see
again. "If you let me up, then I'll move into bed with you." Once
more he slid the material he held along the cleft of her arse, and then she was
loose.
"Naked." It was a command not a request.
"Flesh to flesh. Breast to breast." He lowered his voice. "Cock
to quim. I may be as weak as a kitten, and unable to act on my inclinations,
but I need the contact. Just that."
Maggie scrambled off the bed, and looked at him.
Pain lines reappeared threefold across his brow, and perspiration dotted his
skin. She judged it best not to argue.
"I need a few minutes. I want to get a cool
cloth, and some more medicine." She walked toward the door. "I, you,
ah lord, we need you to be well my love. Then perhaps you will remember most,
and we can tell you the little you don't."
"I just want you, Maggie." As her hand
went to the latch he spoke in a low voice. The pain he was in was evident in
the uneven tone, and the little breaks between his words. "I've missed you
… I know I've missed you. How?"
What should she say? The doctor and Nash were both
very explicit that he needed to recover his memory without help. She judged he
saw her uncertainty, for he smiled in the most beguiling manner.
"I need to know." His hand went to his
throat. "We are wed?"
Maggie gulped and her skin crawled. "Of course
we are. You are my world. But aught else I have been instructed to let you
remember without any aids or hints."
He tilted his head to one side as, she guessed, he
considered her words.
"Hmm, well I'm cold." The look on his face
indicated anything but, and a wicked grin flashed across his face. It was all
Maggie could do not to giggle. "Oh dear, that will never do." She
began to undo the buttons down the front of her gown. His eyes followed her
hands as they moved down toward her navel. When she got to the last two buttons
she stopped and held her fingers over the closure. Perry groaned.
"Tease, you cannot stop there I need more. I
want you naked next to me."
Maggie couldn't resist. Indeed why should she when
she felt the same? She pulled the last two buttons through their holes and let
her dress slip to the floor before she climbed up onto the mattress and knelt
next to Perry.
He blinked. "I know you like this," he
said in a hoarse voice. "You knelt next to me just so, and then, and
then…" His voice trailed off and he put his fist on his forehead.
"Damn, and then I do not know." He held his arms out and Maggie went
into them gladly. Her body was on fire, for she well remembered what he did not
… and what happened after.
"Take one moment at a time," she said,
somewhat breathlessly. Perry might not consciously remember what, but his body
and subconscious did. As she settled next to him all thoughts of what she'd
been going to do fled. Anything else could wait. One of Perry's arms went around her, and the
other stroked her breasts. His cock was once more rigid and straining toward
her, and he tangled
someone?" His voice was low and teasing. "I might, get out of bed and
become disorientated. I might, oh have nightmares and need someone to cuddle
me, and shoo the dragons away." Maggie sighed. It was so long since she'd seen
this loving playful side of Perry. It showed rarely as he struggled with
keeping his family together, and trying to uncover the spy ring that threatened
their beloved country.
"You might not," she said prosaically.
"I will only be across the hall if you call out."
"Not good enough. I might need my…" He paused
and winked. "My hurts stroked away."
His cock twitched under her, as if to remind Maggie
that was a part of his body that loved to be stroked, and she was always happy
to oblige. She giggled and wriggled against him as best she could. His hand
tightened and he laughed.
"I may have forgotten you, but my cock hasn't,
it seems. So Maggie-mine, will you rest with me? Please?"
The hangdog, hopeful look was her undoing. This was
the private lover of past times. The one she often worried she would never see
again. "If you let me up, then I'll move into bed with you." Once
more he slid the material he held along the cleft of her arse, and then she was
loose.
"Naked." It was a command not a request.
"Flesh to flesh. Breast to breast." He lowered his voice. "Cock
to quim. I may be as weak as a kitten, and unable to act on my inclinations,
but I need the contact. Just that."
Maggie scrambled off the bed, and looked at him.
Pain lines reappeared threefold across his brow, and perspiration dotted his
skin. She judged it best not to argue.
"I need a few minutes. I want to get a cool
cloth, and some more medicine." She walked toward the door. "I, you,
ah lord, we need you to be well my love. Then perhaps you will remember most,
and we can tell you the little you don't."
"I just want you, Maggie." As her hand
went to the latch he spoke in a low voice. The pain he was in was evident in
the uneven tone, and the little breaks between his words. "I've missed you
… I know I've missed you. How?"
What should she say? The doctor and Nash were both
very explicit that he needed to recover his memory without help. She judged he
saw her uncertainty, for he smiled in the most beguiling manner.
"I need to know." His hand went to his
throat. "We are wed?"
Maggie gulped and her skin crawled. "Of course
we are. You are my world. But aught else I have been instructed to let you
remember without any aids or hints."
He tilted his head to one side as, she guessed, he
considered her words.
"Hmm, well I'm cold." The look on his face
indicated anything but, and a wicked grin flashed across his face. It was all
Maggie could do not to giggle. "Oh dear, that will never do." She
began to undo the buttons down the front of her gown. His eyes followed her
hands as they moved down toward her navel. When she got to the last two buttons
she stopped and held her fingers over the closure. Perry groaned.
"Tease, you cannot stop there I need more. I
want you naked next to me."
Maggie couldn't resist. Indeed why should she when
she felt the same? She pulled the last two buttons through their holes and let
her dress slip to the floor before she climbed up onto the mattress and knelt
next to Perry.
He blinked. "I know you like this," he
said in a hoarse voice. "You knelt next to me just so, and then, and
then…" His voice trailed off and he put his fist on his forehead.
"Damn, and then I do not know." He held his arms out and Maggie went
into them gladly. Her body was on fire, for she well remembered what he did not
… and what happened after.
"Take one moment at a time," she said,
somewhat breathlessly. Perry might not consciously remember what, but his body
and subconscious did. As she settled next to him all thoughts of what she'd
been going to do fled. Anything else could wait. One of Perry's arms went around her, and the
other stroked her breasts. His cock was once more rigid and straining toward
her, and he tangled
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