all to climax and release his tension could only be beneficial
surely? She ignored the niggling little voice that reminded her the doctor said
no stress and keep him calm. No doubt it would have been more stressful to both
of them not to couple.
Perry stroked her hair, and pulled her down until
she was lying across him, her breasts crushed against his chest and his
softening cock still inside her. It had always been one of their favorite ways
to relax after making love. As he let one hand trace circles across down her
back and across her arse, Maggie felt contented. His conscious may have
forgotten so much, but his subconscious seemed to be working, even to the point
in his ministrations where he tucked her hair behind her ears and rolled her
ear lobe between his fingers. Perry had always been fascinated with the tiny
lobes, saying they needed diamonds to make people aware they were there. The first
pair of diamond drops he gave her were tucked away in her trinket box.
"Where are your earrings?" he asked
suddenly as his fingers tightened on her naked lobes. "You need them to
make people aware… Maggie how do I know that? You have diamonds to adorn your
ears, to show you have lobes. I remember I bought them from Rundle and Bridge.
You wore them in bed and nothing else. We owned a blue coverlet that matched
your eyes. I remember it." He took a deep breath. "So why can't I
remember anything else?"
Chapter
Seven
Maggie wished she knew what blocked the information
to Perry's mind. Even though she worried about Perry's reactions when he did
recover his memory Maggie wouldn't wish his situation on anyone. How awful not
to know who you were, where you were, and why. She hoped their interaction helped
and not hindered his chances of recovery.
Perry stretched like one of the big cats she'd seen
in The Royal Exchange menagerie, and the smile on his face was not dissimilar
to one of those animals after a feed. The only way Maggie could describe it was
that he looked satisfied, even if the colorful hue of a bruise disfigured one
cheek. He touched it, and winced. "I know not which hurts more, my cheek
my side or my cock. One minute, not my cock—that hurt is pleasurable and needs
repeating as soon as it has garnered its strength once more. None of which is
relevant in helping my brain to assimilate the past, but it has told me what I
want to enjoy in the future. You in every way possible." His stomach
rumbled under her cheek most unromantically and he rolled his eyes. "And
food it seems. Is there any more broth? Or game pie?"
Maggie laughed and sat up. In the past, Peregrine
always enjoyed his food. How he stayed so fit and lean heaven only knew. She'd never
known anyone with an appetite like him, and his other appetite for food of a
different kind seemed to match this one for sustenance. "Broth I have, game
pie you'll have to wait for until doctor has called again. Now If I bring an
ewer of water as well, will you want it?"
"I'd have a bath, except I don’t think there's
enough water in an ewer to even throw over me, let alone soak in it." He
chuckled. "Ah Maggie, it's so hard. I remember some unconnected things,
but I'm oh so sure I've forgotten things I need to know." He sobered and
the desolate look on his face was enough to send goose bumps over Maggie's
skin. "What if I never remember?"
"You will," she said with more confidence
than she felt. What if he didn't? How long would they be able to keep him here,
and keep their charade up? She turned away from him, and wrung her damp hands
together as she swung her legs to the floor.
"Where is, ah." She scooped her dress from
the floor and wrinkled her nose as she shook it out. Dust mites floated into
the air, and Maggie sneezed. "This needs a good shake, and the room a
thorough cleaning. I'll sort it tomorrow." She slipped her gown up over her
legs, and buttoned it up enough to stay secure. "Right, I'll go and heat
some broth. You stay there."
Perry nodded, however
surely? She ignored the niggling little voice that reminded her the doctor said
no stress and keep him calm. No doubt it would have been more stressful to both
of them not to couple.
Perry stroked her hair, and pulled her down until
she was lying across him, her breasts crushed against his chest and his
softening cock still inside her. It had always been one of their favorite ways
to relax after making love. As he let one hand trace circles across down her
back and across her arse, Maggie felt contented. His conscious may have
forgotten so much, but his subconscious seemed to be working, even to the point
in his ministrations where he tucked her hair behind her ears and rolled her
ear lobe between his fingers. Perry had always been fascinated with the tiny
lobes, saying they needed diamonds to make people aware they were there. The first
pair of diamond drops he gave her were tucked away in her trinket box.
"Where are your earrings?" he asked
suddenly as his fingers tightened on her naked lobes. "You need them to
make people aware… Maggie how do I know that? You have diamonds to adorn your
ears, to show you have lobes. I remember I bought them from Rundle and Bridge.
You wore them in bed and nothing else. We owned a blue coverlet that matched
your eyes. I remember it." He took a deep breath. "So why can't I
remember anything else?"
Chapter
Seven
Maggie wished she knew what blocked the information
to Perry's mind. Even though she worried about Perry's reactions when he did
recover his memory Maggie wouldn't wish his situation on anyone. How awful not
to know who you were, where you were, and why. She hoped their interaction helped
and not hindered his chances of recovery.
Perry stretched like one of the big cats she'd seen
in The Royal Exchange menagerie, and the smile on his face was not dissimilar
to one of those animals after a feed. The only way Maggie could describe it was
that he looked satisfied, even if the colorful hue of a bruise disfigured one
cheek. He touched it, and winced. "I know not which hurts more, my cheek
my side or my cock. One minute, not my cock—that hurt is pleasurable and needs
repeating as soon as it has garnered its strength once more. None of which is
relevant in helping my brain to assimilate the past, but it has told me what I
want to enjoy in the future. You in every way possible." His stomach
rumbled under her cheek most unromantically and he rolled his eyes. "And
food it seems. Is there any more broth? Or game pie?"
Maggie laughed and sat up. In the past, Peregrine
always enjoyed his food. How he stayed so fit and lean heaven only knew. She'd never
known anyone with an appetite like him, and his other appetite for food of a
different kind seemed to match this one for sustenance. "Broth I have, game
pie you'll have to wait for until doctor has called again. Now If I bring an
ewer of water as well, will you want it?"
"I'd have a bath, except I don’t think there's
enough water in an ewer to even throw over me, let alone soak in it." He
chuckled. "Ah Maggie, it's so hard. I remember some unconnected things,
but I'm oh so sure I've forgotten things I need to know." He sobered and
the desolate look on his face was enough to send goose bumps over Maggie's
skin. "What if I never remember?"
"You will," she said with more confidence
than she felt. What if he didn't? How long would they be able to keep him here,
and keep their charade up? She turned away from him, and wrung her damp hands
together as she swung her legs to the floor.
"Where is, ah." She scooped her dress from
the floor and wrinkled her nose as she shook it out. Dust mites floated into
the air, and Maggie sneezed. "This needs a good shake, and the room a
thorough cleaning. I'll sort it tomorrow." She slipped her gown up over her
legs, and buttoned it up enough to stay secure. "Right, I'll go and heat
some broth. You stay there."
Perry nodded, however
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