Peryl: a collection of drabbles

An exclusive autograph ...

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The first exhibition of his paintings was more than successful. However, along with the success came an unbelievable fuss. Everyone present wanted to get at least a drop of attention of the author. Congratulations and hugs from familiar, and sometimes completely alien faces came from all sides. But this is the downside of any successful event. I had to smile back politely and respond to the hugs.

Having found a free moment, Pierce hurried to hide behind the doors of his dressing room. He wanted to be alone at least for a while. There was still an autograph session ahead for those who had bought the painting and wished to receive a commemorative inscription from the author... But the plans for solitude were not destined to come true. Not even a minute later, there was a polite knock at the door. My first thought was to pretend he wasn't there. Although, of course, it would be foolish to hide from the guests of one's own event.

With a heavy sigh, I opened the door.

- Hi!" I smiled.

Without waiting for an invitation, I walked into the back of the room. He remained standing in front of the open door. To say that he was surprised is to say nothing. The last thing he expected to see this evening was her.

- You're just going to stand there? - A slight chuckle slid across his lips.

- What are you doing here? - I closed the door at last.

- Came to the exhibit," she shrugged. - Nice work, darling. Congratulations. - I touched his cheek with a kiss, leaving a bright lipstick mark. - At the same time I wanted to get the author's autograph for my painting.

- Autograph session will be in fifteen minutes in the small hall, - demonstratively bypassed her, sat down on the sofa.

- So you're going to let someone see this painting? - His ostensible indifference was beginning to irritate.

He glanced toward the painting that now stood modestly on a chair against the wall. Though the image was turned away from him, a clear picture instantly surfaced in his mind. Against a gray-blue background, a high bar stool on which sat a beautiful woman in lacy lingerie. Her loose hair is tucked to one side. On her left shoulder, from which a strapline has been lowered, sits a brightly colored butterfly-mahon. This is the picture he painted two days before their absolutely stupid but loud fight. A fight that was the beginning of a four-week marathon of mutual ignoring.....

- I don't care. It's your painting, you have the right to dispose of it as you see fit," he shrugged indifferently. - Meryl, I've already told you that I have an event in fifteen minutes. So I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now, in English, closing the door behind you.

For a few seconds I stood there unmoving, as if his last phrase was just an afterthought. I couldn't believe that he was kicking her out, when she was the first to make a step towards reconciliation.

- Fuck you!" she turned sharply and headed for the door.

When I reached the elevator, I realized I'd left the damn painting there. I didn't want to go back, but I didn't want to leave him with such an explicit portrait of myself. So I had to go back. Deciding not to bother with the bounds of propriety, I opened the door without knocking. Pierce, who had not expected such a treacherous intrusion, turned around nervously. She had taken him by surprise when he was looking at his own creation.

Their gazes met. A second, and there she was, with her back pressed securely against the door.

His hand quickly undid the intricate clasp of her jacket, revealing the top of the lacy lingerie set. The fingers of the right one touched the thin translucent fabric with pleasure.

Tried to object to something. He didn't, covering her mouth with an impatient passionate kiss. A few seconds and she gave in. After all, she'd come to him for just that.

While his lips explored the curves of her neck, their hands, interfering with each other, impatiently got rid of the clothes so interfering now ...

The touch of the woman's fingers on the male organ made him forget about the tantalizing curves of the tender neck and move to more active actions. Wrapping his arms around Meryl's waist, he lifted her slightly, letting her legs wrap around his hips.

Not daring to torture her and myself any longer, he entered her as far as he could with a sharp thrust, at the same time breaking into her mouth with a kiss. With sharp, rough movements he brought them both to orgasm. Clutching each other in their arms, they muffled their moans with frantic kisses, biting their lips mercilessly. There was no time or energy for tenderness now.

Perhaps fifteen minutes had passed when there was a polite knock at the door.

- Mr. Brosnan, it's time for your autograph session," came a polite voice from the other side of the door.

- I'll be right there! - In a voice hoarse with excitement.

He came out of it, only to thrust sharply again in the next second, making the woman's body tremble with pleasure. A couple more rough thrusts and he joined in with her extended moan....

He came out of her, only to thrust sharply again in the next second, making the woman's body tremble with pleasure. A couple more rough thrusts, and he joined her long moan....

- I have to go," he whispered, still not letting go of her embrace.

- What about my autograph?

- You have an exclusive one," he smiled, gently running his finger along her collarbone, where his lips had left a visible trace. - If you wait for me, I'll take you home and give you some more.

- That sounds tempting," she smiled. - Okay, I'll wait for you.

- I'll try to be quick," he gently touched her lips with a kiss. - And yes, Mer, I'm really glad you came.