Love Profound (Cowboys & Angels 2)

And there it was.

The key to unlocking my next orgasm was Wade talking dirty.

Wade Adams talking dirty to me while dry humping me on the rooftop of the new house he bought.

Yep.

I cried out his name before he captured my moans with his mouth. If fooling around was getting me this crazy for him, I could not imagine what actual sex would be like.

When my body finally stopped shaking, Wade lifted off of me, still hovering inches from my body.

We stared at each other for the longest time before he broke the silence. “Jesus, I seriously just tested my willpower. You have no idea how much I wanted to take you. You’re stunning when you come.”

My face heated. “When do I get to see your face when you come?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Whenever you want, darlin’.”

My hand made its way down the very visible bulge in his pants. Squeezing it, I whispered, “Tit for tat, Mr. Adams.”

“Darlin, you better stop using words like ‘tit’ while you are rubbing on my dick or I’ll be finished before you even get started,” Wade said in a lust-filled daze.

I pushed his chest and made him roll onto his back.

My hands shook slightly while I unbuttoned his pants. I peeked up and noticed he was looking directly at me. Not watching my hands, but my face.

“I feel like a teenager about to see a dick for the first time,” I said with a chuckle.

He smiled bigger and lifted his hips, throwing me off balance as I straddled him. Moving back a little, I unzipped his pants and instantly moaned at the sight.

Commando. Holy shit. He was commando.

Hot. As. Hell.

My teeth sank into my lip as he lifted his hips more and pushed his pants down, letting his very impressive cock free.

I licked my lips. I had fully intended on giving him a hand job, but this was a game changer. I usually hated giving head, rarely ever did it, but there was something about Wade that made it feel so right. Before I could give him a chance to say anything, I leaned down and took him in my mouth.

“Fuuuck! Amelia!” he cried out, reaching down to pull me off of him, his breathing instantly intensified. “Are you sure you want to do that?”

One small taste of him wasn’t enough. I needed more. Nodding, I leaned back down, this time slowly working him into my mouth. Running my tongue all over his cock. My other hand played gently with his balls, now nicely tucked up.

His hands went to my head, gently rubbing. I went faster, and he took a slightly firmer hold.

“Fucking hell. Jesus. Amelia. Oh, God. Yes.”

Smiling, I went deeper, taking as much of him in as I could.

“Yes,” he hissed. I could feel how his hips were fighting to not start pumping. I wrapped my hand along his shaft, working him with my hand and mouth while my other hand still fondled his balls.

“Amelia, pull back if you don’t want me coming in your mouth!” Wade cried out.

Fuck that. I wanted everything. I sucked harder, and Wade let out a loud moan then cried out my name. His hot cum hit the back of my throat, and I swallowed while I kept working him until he stopped coming.

I slowly lifted my mouth away, taking the time to stop and lick the top of his cock. Wade’s entire body shook, and he moaned again. Sitting up, I wiped my mouth and grinned.

That was the first blowjob I had actually enjoyed giving. And the first one where I’d swallowed the cum.

“That was fucking amazing. My God, woman!”

With a triumphant smile, I placed my hands on his chest and climbed a little more on him, settling against his still-hard cock.

He grinned wide, lifting his hips toward me, pressing himself against me.

“Fucking hell, sex with you is going to be amazing.”

I leaned down and sucked his lip. “Don’t make me wait long, Wade. I don’t think I could take it, especially after what we’ve just done.”

He lifted his brows. “Tit for tat, Ms. Parker.”

I was on my back, and he was pulling my panties down before I could even respond.

Lifting up on my elbows, I watched as Wade kissed up the inside of my leg. My head dropped back and I let out a whimper as he slowly licked and pulled my clit into his mouth. Dropping back, I pushed my hands through his hair and let him take me to euphoria.

Wade and I sat against a tree, looking out over the Frio River. I sat between his legs, completely relaxed as my head rose and fell with each breath he took.

“So, was it the picnic or Frank that got me to third base?” Wade asked.

Grinning like a silly fool, I said, “Honestly? I’d have to say it was Frank. The old crooners have a way of making me swoon.”