Peryl: a collection of drabbles

S.O.S

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Absolutely everyone in their large company was drunk to one degree or another. The filming was over, which meant that they could relax and have a good time. Even the always reserved and collected Phyllida Lloyd this evening, smoothly flowing into the night, let herself go.

They enjoyed singing the songs they recorded for the movie. Due to the inebriated state and poor acoustics, the singing turned out to be fake, but incredibly sincere and soulful. Pierce during the performance of "When All Is Said and Done" forgot the words. Meryl came to his aid, whispering the lyrics in his ear.

After singing a few more songs, Meryl left the deck. She staggered downstairs. She wanted a few minutes of relative silence.

She checked her phone for calls. After a little spinning in front of the mirror, I fixed my makeup. Soon hearing the melody of her favorite song, I hurried back. But she ran into Pierce in the hallway.

- He's here," he said in a voice a little hoarse from singing for so long.

Drunkenly, he couldn't understand what she meant by that word. It was like she'd been waiting for him to show up. And Meryl didn't know what she meant. She wasn't calling or waiting for him. Though she was certainly glad to see him.

He moved closer with a shaky gait. Slowly he ran his hand from her cheek to her neck. Meryl didn't resist. As if mesmerized, she stared at his features. She did not yet understand her reaction to what was happening.

His hand, meanwhile, traveled down to her waist, pulling her into an embrace.

He touched her neck with a weightless kiss, tracing a path to her cheekbones. Reaching her lips, he kissed her. It took a couple of seconds for her to realize the situation, followed by an equally fervent response.

- Shall we? - Whispered, breaking the kiss.

She nodded.

Gently squeezing her palm, he pulled her with him.

She obediently followed the route he knew. Her brain was melting from the unreality and impropriety of the situation and at the same time from the frantic desire to stay in this situation as long as possible.

After a bit of wandering through the narrow corridors, Pierce pushed open a door, behind which was a room with a sink and a large mirror.

Clicking the lock, he pulled the woman sharply to him. He penetrated her mouth with an insistent, passionate kiss, pressing her back against the door. She responded eagerly, probably only in that second truly realizing that she'd wanted something like this with him practically since the first days of their acquaintance.

Meryl's hands shook with impatience as she tried to free him from his shirt, which was now incredibly uncomfortable and annoying. She couldn't wait to touch his skin.

Pierce's hands explored her body chaotically: her lower back, her breasts, her breasts, her lower back again, and now his palms were clutching her buttocks.

He moved away from her lips and kissed her neck and the cleavage area, which was so open by the way.

- I've wanted to do it for a long time," he whispered hoarsely, pulling the strap of her dress down.

- So do it, - I exhaled into her lips, starting the kiss again. At the same time, I used my hand to guide his hand to the zipper on his back.

She flinched when, instead of unzipping the zipper as expected, he moved it to the opposite side. He tugged the hem of her dress up a little and tucked it under her hips, deftly sitting her down on the sink cabinet.

It wasn't too comfortable. But they didn't care much about that now.

They kissed again, unable to tear themselves away from each other. Her hands roamed his body. Her fingers traveled down his chest and immediately began unbuckling his belt.

His hands explored the outside of her thighs beneath the obscenely high back of her dress.

She lifted a little, feeling the lacy underwear tugging gently downward.

She smiled against his lips when, spreading her legs wide, he settled comfortably between them. She pulled away from his lips for a second. She wanted desperately to see his eyes when he pushed gently into her hot bosom, no longer daring to torture her and himself.

He moved insistently and sharply. There was no trace of tenderness left. For too long they'd both wanted this.

Meryl tried her best not to make a sound. It was the wrong place and the wrong time for a violent display of emotion. At any moment they could be searched for, which would not be difficult on a small boat.

Pierce continued to drive them both into a frenzy with sharp, confident thrusts. Trembling, Meryl kissed his lips, muffling a long moan of pleasure. After a couple of thrusts, he joined her, clasping her in a tight embrace and nuzzling his nose into her neck.

It took them a few minutes to clean themselves up and take turns leaving the room.

As they went upstairs, the woman wished she could leave the yacht right now.

- Oh, Meryl, we lost you," the actress appeared on the deck and immediately found herself in Amanda's arms. - Could you sing "S.O.S." with Pierce? I love it.

- Of course we will," she said behind her back. - Right, Meryl?

- Yes," she nodded.

When she met his gaze, she realized that nothing had ended down there, but on the contrary, it had just begun. Her consciousness was desperately screaming "SOS", but in vain. Its mistress heard only the music to the song of the same name and the frantic pounding of her own heart.