Tame Our Love

Mine

I didn't have much of an idea about his past. Looking back I hate to admit it but his mysteriousness was something that attracted me to him. The slicked, jet black hair, his short stubbly beard and the pungent smell of his bleu de Chanel fragrance he had worn ever since I could remember.
The day I had met him was a blur. All I could extract from that memory was when I had first laid eyes on him. He was wearing a black leather jacket which I could tell had many stories embedded within it because the material had become distressed and worn out over time. With a glass of whiskey in his hand he looked straight at me. His cold stare took my breath away and from that moment I knew I was his.
His lover, his companion, his drug.

Over these past few months my love for him had grown enormously. But deep down I knew he was a damaged man. I might of been his drug but he was my crippling poison. When we had started caressing each others bodies in the backseat of the car from which we finally decided to descend back to his apartment, I knew we would adore me to a whole other level.
He pushed me onto the soft linen sheets on his bed, grabbed my short, silky brunette hair and proceeded to kiss my neck with his soft, tender lips.
I gripped his old leather jacket, the strong musky smell put me under a lustful spell and I then started to undress his body with my ice cold fingertips. I did so in such silence I became wondering if he truly loved me .. Not a word was spoken ...
The intimacy between us was making me feel incredibly awkward and I couldn't bring myself to utter even a single word of passion.
I had to take our love by the horns and trust myself.
I reached out towards the gold zip of his blue, faded jeans and I begun caressing his rock hard erection with my dainty hands. I pulled down his waistband, his throbbing cock lunged towards my face. I grabbed him with a strong grip an etched closer and closer towards his groin. As I put the ice cold tip into my warm, moist mouth he finally let out a moan of pleasure, I had finally broken the silence between us.
I wrapped my tongue around the shaft until I could feel his juicy, wet cock slip down my throat. I could feel every inch of him inside of me, this was my idea of pure bliss.
We then began to kiss so intimately that I could feel his devotion seeping into me like he was my my only warmth on a numb winters morning.
The only thing I could think about at this moment in time was his satisfaction, my adoration for him become so strong that I would do anything to pursue his happiness.
I was his and he was mine.