Another gif prompt from Tumblr. The gif wasn't mine and I do no take credit for it. The story is entirely my own.
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:: Ziva mulls something over, but he's such a goddamn distraction, her mind wanders.
She had been pretty clear from the start what she wanted, but somehow along the way, lust had set in, and her thoughts had been clouded, and now he was the one on top. She'd groaned in displeasure at the loss of her favourite position, but when he slid two fingers into her folds, a cry automatically spilled over her lips.
His teasing was frustrating yet so good, she thought, as his fingers curled inside her just the right way, forcing a string of swear words to spew off her tongue in a multitude of languages with a strained effort. She pressed her hand instinctively on his back, to push him closer into her, his fingers sliding deeper as she did.
God, this damn man and his hands.
She'd known he was skilled with his hands. But the overwhelming sensations he brought to the table for her, with the simple touch of his fingers to her skin, was hotter than she first assumed.
He had the ability to push her to the brink, ready to grab onto the euphoria awaiting, before he brought her back to reality. Stalling the feeling of ecstasy for as long as possible.
It was the one thing that irritated her most about having him in her bed, or anywhere for that matter. He'd push and push her as far as she could go, pretty much ready to topple over and give into the need for release. Then he'd take that need away, and prevent her from the release she so dearly craved.
She cried out in pleasure when he pressed his palm hard against her clit. But just as she rolled her hips and grinded onto his hand, he removed his fingers completely, and watched with lust-filled eyes as she groaned in frustration.
"Tony, if you are going to stop this again because of that rule, I swear to god-"
She was cut off when he kissed her hard and shoved his tongue into her mouth, chasing hers with such heat, that he groaned against her lips, the sensation tingled her mouth with an increased desire for him. Is there anything this man cannot do?
With her mouth so deliciously distracted by another one of his endless list of talents, he aligned his body and thrust himself into her, and she arched and held him against her, to feel him, all of him. Because damn, she'd missed this, him, hot, hard, heavy and so willing to play out both their desires.
The intensity of him was almost too much for her, and he moved his mouth to her neck to nip at the skin there. A silent ask. You ready?
She lifted one hand to his neck to keep him there, then raised her leg to deepen the angle, his cock sliding further into her, filling her to the hilt. Silent response. Yes.
Once he began moving, Ziva felt that one step closer to the euphoria she had been desperate for in the beginning. He knew how to do it alright.
In that moment, she came to the conclusion that whilst she liked control, having him take the lead, tower over her, on top of her, covering her, she could get used to this.
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