Alonso
Today Viona is coming back from her two weeks long business trip. I am excited to see her face to face and kiss her delicious lips.
We have been talking and video chatting but that’s not the same as seeing her and being able to touch her.
To surprise her, I am picking her from work. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms.
After making sure everything is settled at the office, I drive my Harrier to the airport.
I have the biggest grin on my face.
My heart beats with anticipation of seeing Viona’s beautiful face.
The drive to the airport feels like the longest one I have ever experienced.
When I get there, I park and go to wait for her at the exit gate.
I can’t sit still as I pace around with my hands in my pockets.
When the passengers begin to trickle out, I scan the crowd eagerly.
There is a mix of emotions going through me. Excitement, nervousness, and longing.
I miss her so much.
The flight she was on just landed a few minutes ago and I am eager to see her.
She should be here any minute now.
After minutes of waiting, I spot her walking towards the exit with her boss walking alongside her. The two are laughing at something the guy just said. They seem happy together.
My heart sinks as I watch them.
The closer she gets, the more the excitement that I was feeling turns into dread.
I know this is her job and all but I didn’t think I would feel this way. She spots me and breaks into a smile.
Viona turns to say something to her boss who then looks my way before nodding.
When her boss hugs her, it feels like someone punched me in the gut. I can’t control the jealousy building inside me.
She lets go of the guy and walks towards me.
I try to plaster a smile on my face but I know that I’m not pulling it off.
“Hello,” Viona says when she is standing in front of me.
“Hi.” I pull her into my arms and hug her. “How are you?” I ask as we walk to the parking lot.
“I am fine, Alonso. It’s great to see you again,” Viona says.
“You look different.” She is wearing a red pencil skirt and a white blouse that has a very deep neckline. Her hair is also shorter than I remember.
“Is that a good different?” Viona asks as she turns to face me.
I smile.
” I don’t know. You always look amazing in my eyes. ”
I don’t want her to change because of what I think.
“Good. And thanks for the compliment. It’s so good to see you, Alonso. I have missed you,” Viona says, pulling me down for a kiss.
The kiss is quick. It doesn’t last long and yet the emotions behind it are intense.
When we reach my car, I open the passenger side for her and Viona gets in.
“I thought we could have dinner at my place before I drop you off home,” I say.
“Sure. That sounds good. I have missed your cooking.” Viona smiles.
“Oh, I thought you might have missed me.”
She laughs.
“I did.”
As we drive, she tells me about the two weeks away.
The stories are funny but I am barely listening.
Instead, my attention is focused on how her outfit looks on her.
This is so unlike me. I have never been jealous or even bothered about what women wore or did.
Why does this woman have such an effect on me?
I am pulled from my thoughts when she asks, “Are you okay, Alonso?”
“Of course, why do you ask?”
“You seem… I don’t know. Are you sure everything is alright? ” I can see worry painting her face. She is concerned about me and that warms my heart.
“Yes, of course. Don’t worry.” I reply with a smile . I don’t want to ruin the happy mood she seems to be in with my insecurities.
We arrive at my place. The house feels so lonely without her.
“So, did you do anything exciting while I was away?” Viona asks as we enter the living room.
“No, not really. My days have been quite boring without you.” I reply with all honesty. The days start and end with me buried in work. After work, I’d drag my tired ass back home to sleep and wake up to the same routine.
“Awww, you’re so sweet. Come here, let me kiss you.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I am on her, my mouth covering hers, kissing her with the hunger and the desperation that only she can awaken in me.
Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other.
She tastes sweet, and smells like heaven.
“Hmmmm…” I moan against her lips as my hands run down her back, cupping her butt.
“I have missed you,” Viona whispers against my lips.
“I have missed you too, baby,” I reply before lifting her off her feet and carrying her to the couch.
Viona’s legs wrap around my waist, her arms going around my neck.
We can’t stop kissing each other.
It’s like we are both starving and the only food that will satisfy our hunger is the one we can get from each other.
When I lay her on the couch, her legs don’t let go of my waist. I gaze at her beautiful face filled with desire. Desire for me which she never tries to hide.
She is mine and that’s all that matters. I don’t need to care about what others feel about her because I can see it in her eyes, I am the only one for her.
“I want you,” she moans and I love the sound of her voice, full of passion and desire.
“I’m right here, baby.”
I bend my head and kiss her. My hands move to cup her breasts through her shirt and bra.
Her body arches and I know she is feeling it.
“Alonso,” she moans as her fingers tangle in my hair.
I can’t believe I can make her feel like this.
“Viona,” I whisper her name against her lips as I unbutton her blouse.
I want to make love to her, worship her body the way she deserves to be worshiped.
When the blouse is completely unbuttoned, she sits up and I remove it.
Viona reaches back and undoes her bra, letting it fall on the floor.
There she is, before me, topless. Her big tits are a sight for sore eyes.
I take one nipple into my mouth while my hand massages her other breast.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Viona moans as I suck on her nipple.
She is perfect.
My free hand goes to her skirt, pushing it up.
My fingers find her pussy. It’s already wet and ready for me.
I plunge my finger inside, my mouth still working wonders on her hard buds. Viona throws her head back and moans, her fingers tightening in my hair.
She loves when I pleasure her.
Her juices flow down my finger, her clit throbs, her breathing is labored, and I have a feeling she is going to cum anytime now.
My finger thrusts deeper inside her, the tip rubbing her G spot.
“Ahh, Alonso, you are going to make me cum,” Viona moans.
“I know. Let me see your beautiful face as you come, baby,” I reply, taking her nipple between my teeth.
I keep finger fucking her. Her breathing becomes ragged, her back arching as her orgasm nears.
“Fuuucckk!” Viona yells as she explodes, her body shuddering as her release hits her.
The orgasm is powerful, and the sounds that come out of her mouth are music to my ears.
When she is done coming, her legs slide from my waist, falling weakly to the floor.
I pull my finger out of her, then suck her juices off, savoring the taste.