Page 21 of Mistake Under the Mistletoe

My brain had shut down, being run on pure need. I had needed this for a long time, even if I didn't want to admit it.

It always felt like we were never truly done, no matter how much I tried to convince myself we were. Yuri was on my thoughts constantly, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about him several times.

Some days it was anger that fueled my thoughts, other days it was sadness or wonder, but he was always there one way or another.

“I've wanted this for years, Gwen,” he said between kisses as his hands held me tight. “I don't think I ever really let you go.”

My fingers found his back, digging into his muscles. Raking my nails down his jacket, I gripped the arms and pulled it off.

I didn't speak, simply letting my body do the talking for me. I was needy, lost in him and the moment. Driving my lips harder onto his, I threw his jacket to the floor. Yuri's fingers traced my spine, sweeping around and squeezing my breasts.

Hidden in the darkness of the room, he kept pressing us in deeper, until my back hit the washing machine. Scooping me off my feet, Yuri set me down on top, spreading my legs open with his waist as his lips found my neck.

Nibbling the delicate skin, his hard bulge pressed against my sex, making it throb. Working his hands up my thighs, he pushed my skirt up, exposing my panties. I felt his thick finger as it slid down my slit, teasing my clit.

Growling, he placed his mouth to my ear. “You're so fucking wet, I love that I still make you so fucking wet.” The tip of his finger teased the seam of my panties as his teeth gently plucked at my lobe. “You've always loved a little danger, like that time we fucked in the pool during a cookout.” His finger slipped beneath the fabric, gently spreading my juice up and down. “And that time we made love in my car at the drive-in.”

Moaning as his finger found my clit, Yuri pressed the sensitive button with his thumb as he slid a single finger into my pussy. Rocking his hips, his hard cock pushed against my inner thigh.

My moan grew louder as he drove his finger in faster and harder. Gripping my head, he pulled it against his chest. “Shh,” he said, slipping a second finger inside. “We don't want to get caught.”

His hand moved faster, his thumb swirled and stroked my clit, causing my belly to swell with need. I couldn't see him in the pitch black room. It was as if my other senses had shifted into high gear.

I could hear him, I could smell him, and I could feel him. His breathing was heavier, his heart was pounding like a drum inside his chest. His skin was hot, beading up with sweat as his hips gyrated.

The sound of metal pinged in the air, and I knew exactly what it was. Lowering the zipper on his jeans, Yuri curled one hand under my ass and moved me to the very edge of the washer.

Pushing my thighs open wider, he moved my panties to the side. I felt the tip of his cock as he slipped the crown up and down over my lips, soaking it in my arousal.

“Have you thought about me all these years? Have you thought about how good we were together, how great it felt when we were together?” Tracing the shell of my ear with his tongue, he followed the curve of my jaw, licking down my throat. “Because your pussy has been all I could think about.”

With one hard push, Yuri drove his cock deep inside. The hair at the base tickled against my skin as he paused, staying still for a brief moment. I felt his cock pulse as my walls gripped his shaft, refusing to let him go.

Grunting, he pulled back slowly, then thrust back hard. Curling my legs around his waist, I buried my face in his chest, doing my best not to scream.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I met his pace, rocking my hips so my clit hit his lower belly. I could feel the orgasm as it started, a tingling in my core that turned into an explosion.

Goosebumps jumped across my skin, my muscles shook and trembled. Biting his neck, Yuri groaned as he thrust once last time. Stilling, his cock jerked inside my pussy, filling me with warm come.

Leaning his head against mine, we were both breathing hard, our chests rising and falling in unison. Sitting up straight, I ran my hand through my hair, unable to really grasp what had just happened.

I felt like I was in one of my dreams and at any moment I would wake up in my bed in NY, hundreds of miles from this place. Pinching myself, I quietly said, “Ouch.”

“Are you alright? What happened?”

“I'm fine, I just pinched myself.”

“Why the hell did you do that?”

“To make sure I wasn't dreaming.”

Chuckling, Yuri helped me off the washer, making sure I was steady on my feet before letting go. “You're definitely not dreaming.” Buttoning his pants, I could hear him feeling around on the floor for his coat.

I could see shadows in the room now from the slight light that was creeping in from under the door. Reaching my arm out, I touched his face as he stood back up, softly running my fingers over his jaw.

“So what now?” I asked, allowing myself a second to just touch his skin.

“Now I get you back to your party.” I could tell by his tone that he had a smirk on his face. Even after all these years, I felt like I still knew him.

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