alonso.

April 28, 2009 - Tuesday.

We fit so perfectly...We're best friends who love each other. No strings attached, no problems and we're compatible. Physically, emotionally, mentally, it's a beautiful thing.

Tuesday was amazing.

I straddled him, as he held us up with one hand slowly lowering us to the cold cement flood of the quad stage. Surrounded by the hot sun while the breeze cooled us off, stopping him from complaining about the heat. Laying on top of him, my arms around the perimeter of his head, looking at him so lost in pleasure I could feel his lips curl with each kiss forming a smile. Trying to talk all at once, his hands holding my waist just on the right curves of my body as he motioned to tuck away my bangs behind my ears, staring at me so intently. Holding in each breath as I kissed him and he reached his hand on the back of my head to pull my hair and turn my neck over to gently kiss that too. Feeling the hot air of his breath and the softness of his lips made my body tingle. Laying on him would probably be a bad position to get caught in. So I let go and turned on my back next to him as if we just had crazy hot sex and were taking a break. I laid on my back, he waited till the construction guys walked away then intertwined his fingers with mine. Inched closer and closer, pulled my leg out so it laid flat while the one he had his hand on was bent as he ran his hand up and down it. He turned over half on to me, half just on his side. Moving my hair out of my eyes again, just looking at him blocking the sun from hitting my face. His face glows from the background, he runs his fingers over my cheek and pushes his hand down from my neck to it tangled in my hair. Using his other hand to hold my side, I can feel his braces. I feel the air leaving the area between us. I hear footsteps and got up to peek behind the wall. I can feel him next to me, placing his head on my shoulder, wrapping his strong arms around me. I turn and kiss him, he turns me to face him. Slamming me against the wall, continuously kissing me getting more and more aggressive. Slightly picking me up a little, holding tighter and tighter as the kisses got more and more passionate.

He's cute. His laugh, the way his eyes get all small when he smiles or how his lips curl. Who would have thought we'd end up together.