Author's Note-M CHAPTER! There now you are warned! As for the case, which I was surprised that people were so interested, it'll be discussed again in the next chapter. Read and review! x


"You know, I feel bad." Tony murmured, as his hands ran up and down her ribcage while hers worked quickly on undoing his shirt buttons.

"Why?" Ziva asked stopping.

"Because you went to all this effort to get dressed up in this gorgeous dress, just for me to come along and throw it on the floor." He practically growled as his hands sneaked under the spaghetti straps. The look he was giving her was positively predatory; it was slightly intimidating but a major turn on. His skilled hands made quick work of getting the straps off her arms and the zip on the left hand side down to her hip. By the time Ziva's shaking hands had un-tucked and unbuttoned his shirt, he had already slid the dress off her and it was currently in a pool around her ankles.

"Hey, not fair!" Ziva chuckled as he stopped her before she could even start on his jeans by sweeping her off her feat, literally. He set her down on the bed and crawled up over her. With his hands sat either side of her head and his knees bracketing her hips, she couldn't move a lot. He took advantage of this by leering over her. Her breasts had grown almost a full cup size, something that Tony liked to point out every time they were alone and even under the black satin bra, they were perfection in his eyes. He watched as the usually so steady rise and fall quickened as she squirmed under his stare, Tony laughed. "What?"

"I just love how I can excite you by looking at you." He smiled that half smile and she melted.

"You would excite me more if you did something other than look." She panted. His smile grew several times as he leant down to her and sucked on the juncture of her neck while the hand that wasn't supporting him massaged her breast with more force than could be considered gentle. She gasped beneath him, which only encouraged him to put more pressure into his efforts. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to exert some of the fast building pressure and marvelled, as she did every time, how he could always take her to the edge before he barely touched her. While she was busy thinking about the freight train of pleasure that was hurtling through her, Tony had removed her bra and was tracing her areolas with his fingertip.

"Ziva?"

"Mhmm." Did he not realise that now was not the time for conversation?

"You are so sensitive." His finger dipped to run along her cleavage and over to her other breast. Ziva gasped and moaned softly, thus proving his point. "See? So, let's say I did this…" Tony pinched her painfully erect nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she started panting and writhing beneath him. "See? Sensitive."

"Tony." She struggled in-between quick breaths. "Please. Please." She pleaded.

"Oh, Ziva. If only you knew what you did to me half the time." He groaned and sat up so he was sat on her thighs. Taking both hands on a slow journey up and down her torso, gently massaging every tantalising inch of skin, he started to talk to her in a low breathy voice that hit her very core. "Your voice, jeeze Zi, sometimes all you have to do is talk and I want to jump my desk and make you scream. Do you have any idea how sexy you sound half the time?" She shook her head, desperately trying to listen and not explode, but the ridiculously perfect feeling of his fingers was making it hard to concentrate. "And your eyes. Oh, I love your eyes Zi. I find myself getting completely lost in your eyes sometimes. We have a lot of eye sex and seriously looking into them is one of the biggest turn-on's." She shuddered as the first little pre-orgasmic wave hit her but Tony didn't stop. "Oh and don't get me started on your mouth. I'm not entirely convinced you even know you're doing it, but there's this perfect little pouty thing you do. You do it when you're concentrating really hard, but by far the most erotic version is the one you're doing right now. You get this look on your face when you get to this point. It's so beautiful. It's a cross between a pout and a smile, and your eyes glass over as you feel the endorphins drown your blood stream. It's gorgeous." Ziva took a deep breath as another shudder quaked her body. "How you doing baby?"

"Uh!" She exclaimed as he pinched both of her nipples hard.

"You nearly there?" He cooed and she nodded quickly, her hips bucking involuntarily. "I love having this control over you. You're such a control freak all the time; it's nice to take that away from you."

"Tony." She cried as her hips bucked and her toes curled as the pressure between her legs built to almost painful levels. He got off of her thighs and sat beside her, never once letting his hands leave her.

"It's okay baby, I'm here, keep going." While one hand continued to stroke and tease her abdomen the other travelled down to cup her unbelievable warmth between her legs. That small movement was all she needed to tip her over the edge. She arched off the bed and into his hand, crying his name as she did. "Good girl." He praised as she came off the high and settled back onto the bed.

"How do you do that?" Ziva panted several minutes later.

"Do what?"

"Make me orgasm without barely touching me." He chuckled and very slowly slipped his fingers into the straps of her underwear and teased them down her perfect legs.

"I'm just amazing I guess." The moment her thong hit the floor, Ziva climbed into his lap, gasping as a wave of pleasure hit her as her now overly sensitive skin hit against his denim clad crotch. "You like that?" She kissed him passionately as she rubbed against his jeans. He placed his hands on her hips and held her exactly where he wanted her. "What do you want me to do Zi?" He growled.

"I, I, I want you to…" She cut herself of with a moan. Knowing she was unable to voice it, she took hold of his wrist, lifted herself off him slightly and placed his middle finger onto her clit.

"You want me to get you off again?" Tony asked smiling his head off. She nodded holding his wrist firm she slowly moved from side to side. "Zi? Just a thought. Do you want me to do that? You can save your energy for later?" When he didn't get an answer, Tony slipped an arm around her back and led her on the bed all without loosing any contact. "Just relax Zi." He started slowly rubbing her clit in small circles eliciting a quiet moan from his partner. "That good?" She nodded and bit her lower lip. "Good." He pressed slightly harder and rubbed slightly quicker. "I'm gonna make you cum Ziva David. I'm gonna make you cum and then I'm gonna fuck you till you scream." That was all she needed less than three seconds later she grabbed the sheet beneath her with both hands, arched off the bed and screamed in pure orgasmic pleasure.

After she hit the bed and her breathing returned to semi normal, she realised that Tony was still half dressed.

"Off."

"Excuse me?" Tony asked not quite grasping post orgasm talk.

"Jeans. Off. Now." She panted. Tony looked down and was somewhat surprised to see that he was indeed still in his jeans. He was quick to rectify that and only once they were off did he realise just how tight they had become. "I. Want. It." He chuckled.

"You can have it my dear." Tony was about to move above her when he felt her hand on his chest. She swallowed moisture back into her dry mouth before talking.

"I want to get you off. Just you." Tony's eyes widened at what she was saying.

"Are you sure? You don't have to Zi. You're more special to me that just a blowjob." She smiled and took the base of his shaft into her hand firmly. "Although it would be nice." He managed to form while she laughed. He moved slowly so his back was to the headboard and she was crouched between his legs. Very slowly, and maintaining eye contact at all times, she started to glide her hand up and down his shaft.

"Is that good?" He nodded, trying hard to keep his eyes open and locked on hers. She gradually moved down until her mouth was millimetres away from his head. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. Before he could ask her if she was okay, she was sucking on his head, her hand working the rest of him. He knew she'd call him a chauvinist but watching her now, all hollow cheeks and pink lips, he honestly thought she looked so beautiful. His eyes travelled across her stunning features until he reached her eyes and nearly came right there and then when he realised she was still watching him. He managed to keep eye contact right until the point that she started sliding her head down his length. His head fell back and he moaned just as she took him to the hilt and he slipped into her throat. She only managed a few seconds before her throat closed and she let him go gasping for air.

"That. Was. Amazing." He panted. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, my love, relax." She then took him back into her mouth and started sliding up and down; gently running her teeth along his underside, causing his gaps and moans to come in quick succession. In just under seven minutes his breaths were coming shallow and fast.

"Zi, I'm gonna cum." Her hand gently cupped his balls as she sucked him harder, if that were at all possible. "Zi?" She looked up and winked and that was enough to send him hurtling over the edge. Stars exploded behind his eyes as he came hard. He looked up just in time to see her swallow before she crawled up the bed and rested her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close.

"Oh, I love you." Ziva smiled and kissed her worn out fiancé.

"I love you too, my love. Shall we sleep now?" She felt him nod and cover them both in the covers before drifting off to sleep. "Sleep well my dear."