This starts to get really smutty now…

Chapter 2:

Damon's hands gripped under her ass and he stood lifting her with him like she weighed nothing at all. Ziva wrapped her legs around his waist and looped her hands around his head. He started walking to her kitchen.

"My bedroom is the other way," she informed him.

"I know," is all he said.

He placed her on her kitchen counter and retrieved a glass from her cabinet and filled it with water and ice.

"Thirsty?" she asked.

"It's for you." He handed it to her. "Would you mind carrying this?" She smiled warmly at him and took the glass from his hand. He pressed his body back between her legs and lifted her back up heading to her bedroom. Ziva couldn't help sucking on the lobe of his ear as he carried her. She planned to devour this man.

When Damon carried her into the bedroom he complimented her choice of décor as he placed her down gently to sit on the edge of her bed. He took the glass of water from her and placed it on a coaster on her nightstand.

"Are you telling me you did not peek in here earlier?" she teased.

"Of course not. I wouldn't invade your privacy. I felt strange helping myself to your cookware without asking first. But I really wanted to surprise you with dinner. I hope you didn't mind," he said with absolute sincerity.

"You are one of kind," she told him.

"That, I am aware of," he said with self-deprecation.

"Get over here," she ordered sharply, the smile leaving her face. She pulled him in tight between her legs where she sat on the bed. "I do not want to hear that tone from you." She scolded his sharply. Damon's eyes fell to the floor. She grabbed his chin and harshly pulled his face up to meet hers. "Do you respect me?" she asked in a harsh angry tone.

Damon's eyes widened in concern. "Of course I respect you. More than you know…" he added wistfully.

"Then respect my opinion." She softened her tone. "Because I know you are special. Even if you do not know it, I do." She pulled him down to lean his forehead against hers. "You are special," she repeated. Damon relaxed his shoulders and let Ziva hold his forehead against hers.

She stood on her toes and kissed him. He was so much taller than her and she loved that his size dwarfed her. She continued the perfection of kissing him as her hands moved down to his waist. She slowly undid his belt and languidly guided the zipper of his jeans down. When she hooked her thumbs under the waist of his jeans he froze mid-kiss as his breath hitched. Ziva took his bottom lip and lightly took it between her teeth. She slowly slid it through her teeth and only reached the end of his lip letting it snap back to his mouth when she had a good grip on his jeans and was prepared to guide them down. She slid his pants free of his hips and lowered her body to kneel in front of him as she slowly slid the pants down his legs. He hissed in a sharp breath when his erection was freed from his pants. Ziva lifted one leg and then the other, freeing them from the legs of this pants. After she freed each leg she lifted his shin to her mouth and placed a soft kiss below his knee. When she looked to up to him from where she kneeled before him, his eyes were glued to her. And she smiled. Ziva moved back up his body and Damon jerked forward as she let the full length of the front of her body stroke his shaft. She lightly kissed his lips before she sat back down of the edge of her bed and hooked her fingers under the elastic of his boxers. Damon's stomach clenched at her touch and muscles of his stomach stood out with an almost inhuman definition. Ziva couldn't help herself from leaning into him and pressing her lips to lightly kiss one side of his stomach.

"Ziva," his name escaped lips as he sucked in another sharp breath.

She locked eyes and smiled coyly at him as she pulled the waist of his boxers down, careful to pull the elastic clear of his erection. When the fabric hit the floor Damon stepped out of them and Ziva's eyes took in their first full look at him.

"Metzuyan," she muttered in Hebrew. She looked back up to catch Damon's eyes and couldn't control her expression of slack jawed awe.

"I really hope that meant something good." Damon said with worry creeping into his expression.

Ziva had seen long cocks, short cocks, thick cocks, thin cocks, pretty ones, and ugly ones, but she she'd never seen the machinery Damon has been blessed with. He was huge. He was thick, but not unnervingly so. And, if a cock could be considered beautiful, this was it.

Her mouth split into a smile, and Damon relaxed and smiled back at her.

"You were a Marine. You spent all your time with other men. You have got to know that you are…impressive."

"I know I'm larger than average." Ziva rolled her eyes at the understatement of the century. "But the women I've been with told me that I hurt them. I don't want to hurt you." The concern was back in his features.

"That is only because you are rather…gifted…down there. You just have to enter slowly at first. I am going to show you how to do it. Once I adjust to your" she flashed her eyes to his cock, "size…it will not hurt at all." Ziva cocked her head and asked Damon, "First, I would like to do something for you."

Damon's eyes widened. "You don't have to do that Ziva." He clearly thought she was asking to suck on him.

"It is not that." Thought she sure as hell planned to have him deep in her mouth very soon. "Could I blindfold you?" She added quickly. "It is ok if you are not comfortable with it. I don't know if you have had bad memories associated with that. I know that I would never let anyone tie me up after Somalia." She continued.

"You want to blindfold me?" he asked with interest.

"I do."

Damon broke into another stunning smile. "Ok. I'd happily let you do anything to me."

"You will like this," she teased as she guided him to sit on the bed. Ziva walked over to her chest of drawers. Damon watched her as she moved.

"God, you're beautiful." He called to her.

She opened her top drawer and pulled out a floor length silk nightdress. She turned back to him and smiled deviously. She walked back to him and he held his hand out to feel the garment. She let him close his hand around it and then pulled it through his palm letting him feel that material.

"Ready?" she challenged. He nodded rapidly. Ziva wrapped the silk dress twice around his head, making sure to completely block his eyes. She pulled an elastic hair band from around her wrist and secured the two ends of the garment together. Ziva guided Damon to lie on his back with his head rested on her pillow. Damon did exactly as she instructed. Though she couldn't see his eyes, his lips were parted in anticipation and his cock was impossibly hard. Ziva smiled. She couldn't wait to get started.

Ziva lay next to him on the bed to his right. She settled on her side, pressed her right elbow into the mattress and propped her head up on her hand. She didn't let any of her body press against him. In fact, she kept a few inches separating their skin. She took a quick look at her left hand and smiled as the length of her nails. They were pushing the length she let them grow before she cut them back.

She hovered her hand above his chest deciding where to tease first.

"Damon?" her voice was deep and gravelly. "Have you ever been touched?"

He laughed. "Well…since I was a Marine and spent all my time with other men, that wouldn't exactly have been appropriate." He flashed a smile from beneath the silk covering his eyes.

She didn't recognize the raspy voice that came out of her mouth. "I am going to make up for that right now," she said a she laid her palm above his closest peck muscle.

Damon forgot to breath when Ziva's placed her open palm down on the skin. Slowly she let her fingertips begin to move. She kept her palm resting still and just let her fingernails play across the small patch of skin they could reach. Damon took in a deep suck of oxygen to make up for the breaths he'd forgotten.

Ziva let her fingernails tease the same small area of his shoulder until his breathing returned to normal and his body relaxed. Then she inched her palm a few inches toward his shoulder and teased another patch of his skin. Ziva was going to have so much fun with this.

She lifted her hand from Damon's body and began to draw feather light circles on the skin around his shoulder with her nail. It was a painfully teasing touch. She rested the fingernails of her hand barely touching his skin and traced straight down the inside length of his arm. Gooseflesh erupted across Damon's skin. When she reached his wrist she changed her touch. She lifted her hand and let her nails come down to barely brush across his skin. She teased him with the lightest possible touch that sent his nerves on end. She drew soft circles, brushed his skin with different combinations, and drew soft lines up and down the sensitive skin of his inner arm. Every hair on Damon's body stood on end and he waited for her to surprise him with the next patch of skin she would touch. Nobody had ever touched him like this and he was hypnotized. Her touch was so light that it almost tickled, and each touch brought new nerves to life. His arm was on fire with the perfect feeling of her teasing touch. It was light as a breath and he was lost in it. Ziva teased back up to his shoulder. Then she pressed the backs on her nails heavily into his skin and ran them the entire length down his arm as she pressed her body up against him. Damon's body jerked at the unbelievable sensation of her suddenly heavy touch. Her light teasing had made left his arm so sensitive and her shocking intense touch answered the feeling he hadn't even known his skin had been begging for. His body shot to life and jerked against Ziva as she pressed her body into his holding him in place. When Ziva continued the path and spread her nails across the palm of his hand he grabbed it in his. His breath was suddenly ragged and he didn't know how to handle the sensation she'd shocked him with.

Ziva had only started her torture. She pulled her hand free and traced back up his arm. She was going to take her time with this, and Ziva was creative. The blindfold made her touch electric. Each time she finished teasing a certain spot she'd lift her hand and bring it down on a new area of his body. Each choice shocked him since he couldn't see. Ziva traced his arms, his neck, his pecks, his nipples, the sides of his torso, up and down his stomach, and each feature of his face. Damon moaned each time she brought her hand down onto a new area. When she was pleased that he was sufficiently teased she moved her palm down. She passed his straining erection choosing to let him suffer and work his thighs from the outside in. As she brought her hand back up she let it graze his shaft, and he hissed in pleasure.

She moved her body to straddle him and hovered above his body laying her palms across his pecks. She knew that, even blindfolded, he'd be able to tell her position by the dip her knees left in the mattress. She lowered her lips to his skin and duplicated her extensive assault on his skin sucking and running her teeth over him. She left him panting and shaking when she moved back up his body and rested her body against his side. She shocked him when her hand brushed his length. She touched him lightly at first, running the back of her palm up and down then swirling his tip around her palm. Than she took him in her fist and squeezed him. His name left her lips as his shoulders levitated forward off the bed. She leaned her torso into him pushing him back down and started to stroke him. Damon had a difficult time controlling his breathing as she continued to stroke him, varying her speed and pressure. When she let her nail trace the skin under the head of his tip, his body jerked violently. She placed her flat palm down on his base and stroked up his entire length continuing her journey up his body until she grabbed his chin. She held his head as she leaned her lips to his neck and kissed and nipped every bit of skin she could reach.

A new idea struck her. She reached and grabbed the ice water Damon had so thoughtfully placed on her nightstand. She took a deep gulp and gritted her teeth as she held the freezing cold water in her mouth. Once she was satisfied that her mouth was ice cold she leaned into Damon and invaded his mouth with her frosty tongue. He cried out in surprise and wrapped his arms around her pulled her deeply more deeply into his mouth. She lost herself in her perfect kiss. And though she only meant to continue until her mouth had warmed again, she had a hard time pulling her lips away.

She stroked down his torso again lazily. She moved down the bed doing her best not to give away her position by her knees dipping the mattress. She couldn't help her smile. He couldn't see her anyway, so it didn't really matter. Ziva hovered her mouth above his cock, and then wrapped her lips around his tip. Damon let out a started yelp as every muscle in his body jerked. She held her lips there until he'd relaxed a bit, then moved her lips down his length. Damon's hips jerked thrusting into her until the roof of her mouth stopped him.

Damon grabbed wildly at her. "Ziva, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He pulled the silk from his eyes and pain ripped through his gaze.

She grabbed his hands and held them against his sides. She moved her mouth back up to his tip. Then Ziva angled her head forward and slowly ran her mouth down his length taking him deep into the back of her throat. Angled properly he slid into her throat. The wrong way and he'd hit the top of her mouth.

"Ziva!" Damon breathed, as his hands clenched into fists.

She was surprised when she couldn't come close to taking his entire length into her mouth. There were more than a couple of inches she couldn't take, and without a gag reflex, she'd never been with a man she couldn't completely envelop.

Ziva added her hand to the mix and worked his length with her fist and mouth. She varied her pressure and speed and gave it everything she had. She'd been told many times before that she was rather talented with her mouth, and she secretly loved doing this. But she was starting to get frustrated that Damon wasn't responding like she wanted. He should be begging for mercy at this point. She was working him hard now, taking him all the way down her throat and then out to the tip. He didn't even seem to be on the edge. She sat back on her feet and stared at Damon.

"I'm usually pretty good at this. But you're not even close to coming, are you?"

"You want me to…release…in your mouth?" It was such an innocent question that it made Ziva smile.

"It is a high compliment to give that to a women." She said straight-faced. She briefly felt a pang of guilt for the future women who would go down on him, and how she'd used his naivety to make him think he should come as soon as possible, but Damon was a gentleman and she had faith he'd always ask first. And Ziva's jaw was getting tired.

Damon looked back at her questioningly and she nodded affirming she was telling him the truth.

"I didn't know," Damon said. Thick guilt drenched his words.

Ziva took him back into her mouth. She smiled around him as she heard and felt himself finally allowing the pleasure sink in. He started to moan and she increased her intensity. She moved the hand that wasn't vigorously stroking him and ticked his balls. She palmed and played with them in the manner one would use with those Asian silver balls that chimed when you moved them. She felt his sack tighten, and he was chanting her name. She worked him without mercy and knew he was close. Finally, Damon's body went rigid and she felt hot semen pump into her mouth. She squeezed his sack and another wave hit him as he released more into her. She swallowed deeply and gathered the rest of the white liquid she hadn't been able to contain into her mouth. She held it in her mouth and moved up his body. She made sure he was watching as she swallowed in dramatic fashion. His jaw dropped and Ziva smiled and used a finger to wipe an imaginary bit that may have escaped from the corners of her mouth. Damon stared at her and his mouth flapped open and closed like he meant to say something, but couldn't find the words.

She slid back down his body and nestled into his side. He held her tight against him. Ziva traced lazy circles with her nails across his chest and nuzzled her lips into his neck. She was dripping wet again from sucking and teasing him. She was high from the response he'd given her.

She sucked his earlobe and moved to nip and kiss up and down his neck as she ran her nails back and forth across his lower stomach. "Just let me know when you are ready again." She whispered in his ear.