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he pulled
the knife out of the wood a few inches from his head.
"You didn't like our fucking? You prefer food
and fight?"
She laughed shakily, shook her head and rubbed her
hands with the dishcloth. "You startled me, and my nerves aren't as steady
as I thought. I'm sorry, I burned the broth, but there's plenty left. Why are
you down here?" She noticed the white lines between his eyes. Silly man. "Oh sit down before you
fall down." She took his arm and pushed him into the chair she'd used as a
prop.
"I like the idea of fu … fucking and food. The
fighting is fine as long as it's to decide who’s on top," Perry said
ignoring her question. "And the only falling is onto a bed with you."
The words were enough to send messages to her quim,
for her nipples to harden to the point of pain, and her juices to coat the top
of her legs. The pictures in her mind sped her pulse up and her body heated
with the flames of arousal.
"Yes, well, for now it's food." Maggie
ignored his chuckle and placed a bowl of steaming broth in front of him. "Eat
this."
"Then we can negotiate?" He bent his head
to the bowl. "This is excellent. My compliments to the chef."
She giggled. She'd nearly said she'd pass the
message on before she realized that was a sentence Perry would be sure to query.
Instead she smiled and filled another bowl and carried it over to the table and
sat next to him.
For several minutes they were both quiet. Maggie
hadn't realized just how hungry she was until the aroma of the broth hit her.
It seemed fear didn't diminish her appetite for anything.
There are an awful lot of 'f' words flowing around my mind at the moment. She
giggled and choked on her mouthful of potatoes. Her eyes began to stream, and
she coughed as Perry thumped her back. By the time she could breathe again, he
was on his knees and looking up at her in concern.
"Maggie love, are you all right? Here, let me
get you some water," He levered himself upright, and turned toward the large
covered jug which Nash thoughtfully filled at the pump earlier. She tugged on
his arm.
"Sit down Perry G…Cotton before you fall down. Damn not only did I nearly slip up, I used another
'f;' word. Will I go through Johnson's Dictionary of them all before we finish …
Argh. Maggie bit her lip. "Please Perry, I'm fine. Eat your food, and
then let's go back to bed."
"Not until you tell me why you choked. You had
nothing in your mouth, and even when you do, you don't choke, you swallow."
He grinned and Maggie giggled. He was incorrigible.
"And you know that how?" She turned her
back on him and filled two thick pottery beakers with water.
"Ale?" Perry asked a hopeful note in his
voice.
"In your dreams my l … love. Adam's ale until
you recover." She put the vessels down. "Get used to it."
"Hmm, only when you tell me what you keep going
to call me." Nevertheless he bent his head and supped again. "And I
tell you what I've remembered."
"Wretched man, you've recovered your
memory?" She put her spoon down and stared at him.
He shook his head. "Sadly no, but I have a very
vivid picture of you bent over me, my cock filling your mouth and milking me
until I'm spent. It's enough to have me looking forward to a repeat
performance. Just to check my memory isn't faulty, you understand." He paused
and his eyes widened. "Oh hell, Maggie, it was you, I'm certain. I can feel your lips on me, remember the way
you curved your lips over my prick, and your teeth grazed me oh so carefully.
It was heaven. Then I turned you over and took you in my mouth and … and tell
me I'm right."
Maggie was certain her face became the color of the
poppies that grew in the fields around them. "You're right. It seems your
memory is very selective."
"Well let's say I'm beginning to remember the
important things in life." He put his spoon down. "First and foremost
that I need to be inside you once more." He took her hand and Maggie went
with him willingly. There were more important things than food, and it
the knife out of the wood a few inches from his head.
"You didn't like our fucking? You prefer food
and fight?"
She laughed shakily, shook her head and rubbed her
hands with the dishcloth. "You startled me, and my nerves aren't as steady
as I thought. I'm sorry, I burned the broth, but there's plenty left. Why are
you down here?" She noticed the white lines between his eyes. Silly man. "Oh sit down before you
fall down." She took his arm and pushed him into the chair she'd used as a
prop.
"I like the idea of fu … fucking and food. The
fighting is fine as long as it's to decide who’s on top," Perry said
ignoring her question. "And the only falling is onto a bed with you."
The words were enough to send messages to her quim,
for her nipples to harden to the point of pain, and her juices to coat the top
of her legs. The pictures in her mind sped her pulse up and her body heated
with the flames of arousal.
"Yes, well, for now it's food." Maggie
ignored his chuckle and placed a bowl of steaming broth in front of him. "Eat
this."
"Then we can negotiate?" He bent his head
to the bowl. "This is excellent. My compliments to the chef."
She giggled. She'd nearly said she'd pass the
message on before she realized that was a sentence Perry would be sure to query.
Instead she smiled and filled another bowl and carried it over to the table and
sat next to him.
For several minutes they were both quiet. Maggie
hadn't realized just how hungry she was until the aroma of the broth hit her.
It seemed fear didn't diminish her appetite for anything.
There are an awful lot of 'f' words flowing around my mind at the moment. She
giggled and choked on her mouthful of potatoes. Her eyes began to stream, and
she coughed as Perry thumped her back. By the time she could breathe again, he
was on his knees and looking up at her in concern.
"Maggie love, are you all right? Here, let me
get you some water," He levered himself upright, and turned toward the large
covered jug which Nash thoughtfully filled at the pump earlier. She tugged on
his arm.
"Sit down Perry G…Cotton before you fall down. Damn not only did I nearly slip up, I used another
'f;' word. Will I go through Johnson's Dictionary of them all before we finish …
Argh. Maggie bit her lip. "Please Perry, I'm fine. Eat your food, and
then let's go back to bed."
"Not until you tell me why you choked. You had
nothing in your mouth, and even when you do, you don't choke, you swallow."
He grinned and Maggie giggled. He was incorrigible.
"And you know that how?" She turned her
back on him and filled two thick pottery beakers with water.
"Ale?" Perry asked a hopeful note in his
voice.
"In your dreams my l … love. Adam's ale until
you recover." She put the vessels down. "Get used to it."
"Hmm, only when you tell me what you keep going
to call me." Nevertheless he bent his head and supped again. "And I
tell you what I've remembered."
"Wretched man, you've recovered your
memory?" She put her spoon down and stared at him.
He shook his head. "Sadly no, but I have a very
vivid picture of you bent over me, my cock filling your mouth and milking me
until I'm spent. It's enough to have me looking forward to a repeat
performance. Just to check my memory isn't faulty, you understand." He paused
and his eyes widened. "Oh hell, Maggie, it was you, I'm certain. I can feel your lips on me, remember the way
you curved your lips over my prick, and your teeth grazed me oh so carefully.
It was heaven. Then I turned you over and took you in my mouth and … and tell
me I'm right."
Maggie was certain her face became the color of the
poppies that grew in the fields around them. "You're right. It seems your
memory is very selective."
"Well let's say I'm beginning to remember the
important things in life." He put his spoon down. "First and foremost
that I need to be inside you once more." He took her hand and Maggie went
with him willingly. There were more important things than food, and it
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