Describe Our Love [Drabble Prompt]

An inaudible gentle rush of air blew through your nose, eyes half-lidded and muscles relaxed, the exquisite, intimate warmth of his chest underneath your shoulder blades as his heart sustains an unhurried pulsation against the bare skin of your upper back. Sweet serenity coursed through your veins and pervaded your mind as you two laid there in silence, wherein he allowed you to sit between his long legs on the comfy sofa; he stretched them far out as you lay your smaller body back atop his, and noticed how his feet was left suspended in midair way pass the armrest due to his height too long for the furniture.

The sense of his presence, his very scent overwhelming but always welcoming; and embraces ever loving when you had–long ago–found that rare shade of haven you’ve been searching for in his arms. You couldn’t have been more blessed with such a perfect man.

Movement caused by your lover pulled you out of your quiescent musings, your eyes being brought to the attention of your hands that were being lifted upward in your view as he delicately adjusted the position of them to his liking, and you realize he was trying to match them up against his own. But his are larger than yours with fingers long and slender while the tips of your small nails barely reached the intermediate joint of his phalanges. The flesh beneath your fingers is smooth and firm, and you stare in silent fascination at the way they seem so meek compared to his immense hands.

For a moment, you felt his chest expand beneath you to draw air, only for him to issue a lengthy exhale from deep within his chest, the breath of his essence at the same time cool and warm from his nostrils as it stirs within your hair, before gliding across your cheek from behind where you rested the back of your head in the curve of his neck. “Tom, how would you describe our love?”  You asked, for the sole purpose to hear his voice. To become lost in it as you would often gone astray in the middle of rushing waves in his oceanic eyes.

A low, resonant rumble echoes in the base of his throat against your ear as he presses his moist lips on a small spot on the edge of your eye, the tip of his nose pressing gently into your left temple, and this amorous adulation he bestows elicits you to close your eyes, a small sigh passing between your lips as you tilt your head against him. He is quiet as he contemplates your question, and it takes him a moment to respond. “Our love is like a friendship caught on fire.” His hot breath sweeps down your cheek, causing you to involuntarily shudder as it dances along the flush skin of your neck and collarbone. Then he releases your hands, taking his own to encircle one around your waist so his fingers may play on the piano keys of your ribs, the other rubbing the length of your arm in loving strokes. “In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.” He murmurs in a full, sonorous tone, and nuzzles his cheek against the side of your head. “And as our love grows older, our hearts will mature and our love become as coals… deep burning… and unquenchable.”