How the snow made a group project almost worth it (MF) Part 2! | 2016

So the cold mattered to Hillary just a bit more than me. The minute we left the library and entered the snowy weather, she quickly turned around and buried her head in my chest.

“Fuck this shit,” her muffled voice made me stifle a laugh.

“Nope, we can’t turn back now,” I said slyly, putting my hands on her hips and pushing her back enough to quickly capture her lips in a kiss.

“We literally just left the library, it’s oka-ah!” before she could finish her sentence I quickly lifted her up into my arms, and her legs wrapped naturally around my body. She beamed a smile when her sense recovered, “you’re insane.”

I began moving forward, letting a hand slide down to paw at her ass.

“And you are way to fucking sexy to be scared of snow for.” I walked us across the street as a layer of snow began to accumulate on our clothes. When we reached the stairs up to my place, I dropped her off, kissed her again, slapped her ass, blocked a playful slap from her, and then finally captured her fingers in mine and began to lead her up the stairs. Of course, Hillary complained about the cold every step of the way. Finally, we got inside the warmth of my apartment, and began stamping off the snow on my entrance rug.

“I’m all wet,” she vented, completely oblivious to her turn of phrase.

“I bet you are,” I said in a playful, seductive voice. She slapped my chest and then kissed me, pressing her body against mine. We definitely both were soaked. As I ran my hand up her side, under her hoodie, she let out a yelp and jumped away.

“Nope. Your hands are fucking cold,” her face was flush with a combination of coldness and horniness.

“So let’s head back to my bedroom and warm them up,” I winked before peeling off my shirt. As the material proceeded to conceal and then clear up my vision, I was momentously happy to see Hillary doing the same. Inch by inch my eyes wandered up her ivory skin; her flat stomach, the swell of her breasts covered in a simple black bra, the collarbones I spent way too much time staring at, the lean neck I longed to bite again, and finally her smirk. Despite the fact that we both were now conveniently underdressed, her confident, at ease smirk prevailed.

At least for a little bit. When she caught me taking every part of her in, her smirked turned to a smile, than a nervous laugh, her cheeks growing redder.

“Stop!” she said amusingly.

“No,” I said softly, walking closer to her. My hands found her hips, and as our skin danced we were beginning to warm up. As I pressed my forehead against hers, I backed her up against a wall,

“Christ you’re beautiful,” and as she opened her mouth to respond I quickly attacked her lips.

Our chemistry was natural. As my tongue drove into her mouth, hers wrestled back, and as our hands roved each other’s backs, our lips meshed together, with occasional bites from our teeth keeping things interesting. I needed her so much closer, though.

I broke our kiss and captured both of her hands in mine; raising them above our heads. Nipping at her chin, I trailed a path down her neck, and bit at her collarbone. She muffled her moans in my hair as I kissed at the tops of her breasts. Sliding my hands back down to her stomach, I kissed lower, lowering myself to my knees. Hillary tipped her head back and let out a long moan as I worked my lips down her stomach, pursing them against her belly button before kissing the skin right above the waist band of her pants.

Hooking my fingers in both her pants and her panties underneath, I slowly began pulling them down. Her pubic mount was slowly revealed, and I immediately worked my mouth over that.

As Hillary raised a leg up to get out of her pants I dove face first into her sopping pussy, and slid that leg over my shoulder. I felt her knees weaken but I kept her up with an arm and a shoulder. She tasted incredibly sweet, and her lips pulsed against my tongue as she shot a hand down to grip my hair and hold me close to her, the other working over her tits. As I slid my other hand up the back of her leg and squeezed at her ass, pulling her cunt tightly against my eager mouth. Pawing at her sizeable ass, I used my other hand to squeeze at her inner thighs, before sliding a thumb up to press against her clit.

I knew she was close when she let a hand fall to the side in search of mine. Gladly, I peeled my hand away from her ass and let her squeeze as tight as she needed to, while her hips bucked desperately against my face. As I pressed against her clit and worked my tongue in between her tight folds I her moan and cuss above me, and only when my face was flooded with her juices did I pull away, look up, and smile, while licking my lips. At some point in my oral crusade she had done away with her bra, and her perfect tits gleamed with a small line of sweat.

Her eyes shone down at me, and she helped me to my feet.

“So, about warming up in your bed?” she asked sweetly. I nodded in affirmation, placing a hand on the small of her back, and led her to my room.

As I closed my bedroom door behind me, she turned around quickly and kissed me.

“You know, I’m feeling pretty underdressed,” she said softly as our lips parted. As I moved to undo my belt, her hands grabbed my wrists, “allow me.”

Her small hands gripped at my belt and pulled me over to my bed, there, she pushed me down and back as she crawled after me. Undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans, she quickly found my thick cock, and gently removed it from my boxers and pants. After giving it a couple of cursory strokes, I helped her get my jeans and boxers off, and she threw them into the corner. We were now both majestically naked.

Finding my cock again, I moaned as she began to kiss above my knee and up my thigh. Hillary was more of a tease than I figured she would, and as I bucked my hips against her hand. She used her other hand to collect my balls and softly tugged at them. Long, slow strokes were beautiful agony, and as she ran her thumb over my cockhead I shivered.

“Please Hill,” I moaned out, “please suck my cock.” She bit down on my thigh and I groaned. Laughing softly, she looked up and caught my eye.

“Why don’t you make me?”

I didn’t have to hear that twice. Almost on instinct my hand found the side of her face, and I gently stroked her chin before I wrapped her hair around my grip. She moaned out and stopped stroking just long enough for me to pull her head up over my throbbing member, and she almost naturally drove down, engulfing me in her warm mouth. She was a fucking pro. She moaned, and her tongue vibrated against my shaft as I only loosely moved her head up and down on my dick. I humped back with fervor, and only when she flicked her tongue over my cockhead did I let her hair go so I could just lay back and enjoy myself. She grinned wickedly as she trailed little kisses down my tan skin, lightly tonguing at my balls as her nails dug into my thighs.

“Jesus Christ you’re so fucking good,” I squeezed at the sheets of my bed to let off some steam and she lovingly captured my hand in hers. Her other hand massaged my balls as she took one last break.

“I need your cum,” she said softly, before wrapping her hand back around my cock, and pumping it up and down as her lips pursed on my throbbing head. She jacked and sucked me off with ease, picking up the base as I felt my balls swell. My hand squeezed hers and she squeezed back, and I moaned and cussed loudly, closing my eyes and tipping my head back as cum erupted from my swollen dick.

Hillary smiled as she swallowed every dropped, and gently stroked and kissed my spent cock until it was half hard. As she popped it out of her mouth, she crawled up my body and laid her head on my chest, throwing a leg over my crotch. I pulled her up a bit to kiss her lips, letting my hand lazily skate up and down her back.

It had been an early morning and quite an eventful couple of hours, though, and very quickly we were falling asleep together.

When I woke up a bit later I was on my side, spooning my pillow. And as I gathered my senses, I wondered if I had dreamt everything, or if Hillary had just decided to scatter and run home… in the cold…in the snowy cold.

Turns out both of those thoughts were wrong, because after a couple of minutes I definitely heard my shower running…