Fall in Love in a Coffee Shop: Part 3

Fifth Passion

~*18+ Warning*~

"Next week...we will do something fun..." he popped the button, "Then we will do something really fun." he smirked deviously.

"O-oh" Amaya let out a shaky breath and rested her head against his shoulder. Her eyes closed as she took in his scent. It felt nice to be close to him like this. She never expected it would ever really happen. Zane rubbed her leg softly. The quietness was soothing. Just being with him made her feel at ease.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?" Zane rubbed his head on hers. "You're not like the women I have..." He paused.

Amaya was quiet for a moment, "I understand. I knew you had been with other women." She looked up at him and shrugged, "I still feel the same about you regardless."

Zane let out a sigh of relief, "That's good to know...That's just the kind of guy I have always been. Never really could settle down." He stroked her leg, "Chase always said it was because I hadn't found 'the one' yet...but I always just brushed it off as fairy-tale nonsense." He looked down, "'til now that is..." the last bit was barely a whisper. He did feel different with Amaya and it scared him.

Amaya felt her heart thudding at the last thing he said, almost too quiet for her to hear. "Y-you think I'm 'the one'?" she repeated, hoping she hadn't misheard him.

Shrugging slightly, he added, "I'm not sure...I don't want to get your hopes up. But with you." He rubbed his chin, "Things feel really...different." She tipped her head to the side in questioning. "I'm not usually this...cuddly or soft with a woman. Usually just quick and rough, then out the door." he admitted. It sounded bad when he spoke of it to a girl like Amaya. But the women he attracted that's what they desired; they didn't want a relationship. So that's just how things remained.

She smiled softly, "I'll take what I can get from you, Zane...Whatever you want to give..." she looked up at him biting her lip, her mix-matched eyes filled with desire. She wished they could be together. If it weren't for Aunt Flo being a cock-block. Her eyes wandered down his body to the still hard erection strained in his boxers. Her heart pounded, she wanted to touch it...feel it. Taste him. Before she realized it, she had slipped her hand into his boxers and stroked him gently. He was very large. His skin was soft and smooth despite how hard he was. She stared down in fascination.

Zane felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. Amaya's delicate fingers twined around him, easing him up. It was soft and innocent. Exploring. "Mmm." he sucked his bottom lip. He'd gotten plenty of hand-jobs before, but her innocence pushed him to his limits. Very dangerous.

"You're so big..." she whispered softly as she shifted his boxers, causing him to spring out. She could see the sexy smirk on his face. She had seen a few guys before, but he was definitely on a whole different level.

"Suck on it," he ordered in a sinful voice. "I can see your mouth watering." his thumb trailed her bottom lip, slipping inside. Her mouth was hot and moist. Zane felt her breath hitch as she looked up at him, the look on his face told her he was in control.

Amaya's face deepened in color. Zane knew what he did to her and took full advantage of it. And she loved it. Something deep inside her wanted to please him and do whatever he wanted. Shifting her body between his legs, she lowered herself and trailed her tongue over the tip in circles. Hearing a moan escape his lips she continued on, tenderly sucking. Zane's fingers trailed and massaged at her back. He was in Heaven.

"Ahh yeah baby...just like that." a groan escaped him, folding his arms behind his neck. He felt on top of the world. Her hot mouth took him further and he felt his toes curl as he hit the back of her throat. Every minute that passed he felt himself getting closer and closer. Amaya utilized both hands, one stroking up his shaft as her mouth worked its magic, and the other stroked his balls. She hummed softly, enjoying the taste and feel of him. The sensation caused him to moan and she took him further in. His teeth clenched tightly as his orgasm came hard and fast. Fingers entangled in her hair, he came in her mouth.

Amaya gasped a bit as he came, causing a bit to drip from her mouth. Zane stared down at her flushed, panting face. Her eyes were glassy and filled with lust and satisfaction. His cum on her lips. It was one of the most erotic things he'd ever seen. "Goddamn, you are fucking beautiful." he rested his head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling, he still tingled from the power of his orgasm. "You are going to be bad for my health..." He sighed, his eyes going back to hers. He wiped off her lip with his thumb, and she licked at it. That was hot.

Amaya smiled deviously as she kissed up his chest to his lips, her bra brushing against his bare chest. "That was awesome." she purred. She loved the taste of him.

Zane gripped her hips, pulling her close. "Yes...yes it was..." he pulled his pants back on and sat beside her. "Those lips are fucking dangerous." his mouth covered hers and greedily took control. "But so is my tongue." His voice held a lot of promise of what was to come.

"Mmm...Zane..." She sighed softly, wrapping her arms around him. "I want to be yours..."

Letting out a sinful chuckled, "Soon baby girl. Have patience." he grazed over her ear and down her neck.

Amaya looked up at him, chewing her lip, "T-that's not what I meant...I mean...I do want that, badly...but I want more..." she gave a hopeful look, "I know I'm not your type, and I'm inexperienced but...I really like you, Zane." She had for a while now.

Zane cocked his head to the side; she had gone all shy on him again. He wasn't sure how to respond to her confession. It had been a long time since he had a relationship. A real one for that matter. He stroked her face softly, taking in her features. Maybe Elliot and Chase were right. He was 26, maybe it was time to settle down. He did want to eventually and have a family of his own. The only problem was he had no idea how it would work. But Amaya made something in him burn hotter than any woman he had ever been with. He could only imagine how it would be in the long haul. She would make an amazing girlfriend and wife for someone. Mentally, physically, and sexually. That was the vibe he got from her. "Amaya..." he ground his teeth, unsure of what to say. "I've never been in a relationship...well it's been a very long time. I would be afraid that I would hurt you. I'd be faithful of course...but I donno...I'm demanding, dominating. Very possessive. I've been told I am almost insatiable in bed. No woman has ever been good enough." Darkness flashed in his eyes. "You're a good girl, Amaya. I don't want to corrupt you." 

~*Hey ya'll! I finally finished typing up the entire story, so I will try to post it all asap. Also, I want to start a poll on what story you all would like me to start next. I have about 5 ideas in my head, one which has a branch off. (So 6 stories) 3 of which are more cops that are separate from this story; a Mafia romance (this is split with an FBI romance attached); a more historical type romance that takes place in the early 1800s (similar to Red Dead), so please drop a comment on what you guys would like to read next <3 And please remember to vote and read my other parts if you haven't*~

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