Author's note:
Merry Christmas everyone! One of the best times of the year has come and since it's the only time I am able to relax, I thoroughly enjoy it. However, it's also sad because this is th last Christmas vacation of my life... Because there won't be no school anymore.
Anyway, I want to wish you all Merry Christmas, lots and lots of gifts you wish for under the Christmas tree, enjoy the time with your family and have nice festivities! That goes even for those who don't celebrate Christmas – have a wonderful time, anyway. :)
Special Merry Christmas then go to Athenalarissa and tivadivalover. Girls, I know it's hard for you to find a mood to feel happy during this time and that's why I want to wish you all the happiness in the world, if it is possible. Your tragedies are different, both of you know about what I am talking about but neither of you deserve what happened to you. I am honoured to call you my friends and if this piece of my story can brighten your day and take your minds off your problems for a while, I'm happy for you and flattered that you read this. Thank you :)
Thanks to my Guest reviewer and Annedith for expressing their opinion, I hope you'll like this chapter as well. :)
And thousands of thanks to you Debbie! Your kindness is just indescribable. Hope the cold shower helped but I think you'll need a new one. :D
Anyway, after all the stalling and interrupting them, I think it's finally time to give you the thing you all waiting for from the very beginning, right? True Christmas present for you is here... ;) Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS or the characters.
Towel – Chapter 10
*** WHERE WE LEFT OFF ***
She lowered her eyes but then looked back at him, staring at him shyly. What was she supposed to tell him? That she was too weak to fight against her desires? That he was so damn irresistible that she couldn't help than want to give in? That it didn't matter anyway because she was already naked and surrounded by his almost-naked body? That she even let him strip her of her towel almost without any resistance?
Not that it was hard since the only thing she'd worn was the bloody excuse of a towel, and he had done a masterful job in seducing her, she had to give him that. But she didn't want to tell him any of this, since it would only boost his ego. And if Tony DiNozzo didn't need something, it was increasing his self-confidence. He managed to do that all by himself.
She sighed with a greedy moan and pursed her lips. "Shut up and kiss me." She conceded, succumbing to the inevitable, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down to get the sweet kiss she so much hungered for, ready to kill him if he didn't obey.
He didn't wait any longer because although he loved teasing her, he knew he would have enough time in the future to remind her how she hadn't been able to resist him and make a proper use of it. His lips descended on hers, not at all hesitating in completely swallowing her, wanting to eat her up with his for far too long pent-up passion that was burning inside him for years.
*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***
His hand slipped back on her waist, squeezing it in desperation, trying to show her what she made him feel. He gripped her thigh with his left hand as he added a light rock of his hips, making them both to moan in pleasure. Nothing could stop them now. He was determined to ignore any knock on the door and prevent her from answering it if such a situation occurred, even if it was Gibbs himself behind the door.
Judging by the fact that her fingers couldn't get enough of weaving through his hair, he guessed she felt the same way. He couldn't even describe how much he loved it when she massaged his skull, sending shivers down his spine and arousing in him euphoric emotions as every fibre of his being was dying for her attention. And in the moment he got it, he was soaring in the sky, his heart jumping up and down in his chest.
More direct contact of their bodies, that was what she decided that she wanted to achieve. Her right leg stuck out from beneath his, ignoring his hand on her thigh which tried to prevent her from doing so, and wrapped around his, locking it there firmly. It brought her pelvis closer to his. She had accomplished her mission, because to feel the proof of his desire on her naked skin was even better than before, through the towel.
And she couldn't wait to feel it for real without his jeans on and whatever sort of garment he had on underneath. In her opinion, he had too many clothes in comparison to her and she decided to change that immediately and without asking. She gathered all of the remaining strength she had, slipping her hands on his back and, with the help of her leg, she started to flip them over.
He smiled into the kiss, realizing the second she had tried it for the first time what she had intended to do, so he stopped fighting against it and helped her by rolling himself on to his back, taking her with him, grasping her neck and changing the angle of the kiss in the process. A giggle escaped his mouth as her wet hair tickled him, but he didn't mind it. On the contrary he revelled in it.
She giggled with him because he repaid it to her by tickling the sensitive skin on her waist and groin, making her to squirm in his lap as she tried to straddle his hips, which made him groan into her mouth since she sensually rubbed her entrance against the bulge in his jeans. Such an action sent him almost over the edge but he knew he still had to keep his self-control, since he wasn't even naked yet.
All those sounds he let out of his mouth deprived him of the remaining oxygen he'd had in his lungs, so he reluctantly broke the kiss to inhale. She welcomed it, too, and finally found the right sitting position, putting her hands on his chest. But she didn't straighten up, she was still leaning forward to see his face properly as she shook with her head a bit and teased his cheeks with her wet hair.
Tony took her hair and made a little bun so she would stop with tickling him, trying not to think about how this scene resembled to the one he had experienced few years back on their first undercover assignment. This time it had one huge difference – no sheets. He actually could see her naked body, knowing she wanted him to see her, so there was no pretence like back then when she'd forced him to swear on his mother's grave he hadn't seen anything.
She had noticed the similarity of the situations, too, but couldn't care less. The most important thing right now was to finally strip him of his clothes and not to leave any piece of clothing on his muscular body. "Hope you don't mind." She apologized for her need to be in control for a while, suddenly wanting to share the domination with him. It wasn't about who was on top, both had their right to be in a charge of this thing that was happening between them.
He sent her a surprised gaze, not expecting any apologize since he thought she didn't have anything to be sorry for as he tilted his head on the right and peeked, how her naked body was straddling his hips from the side, admiring the view for a while. He could sense her deepening blush, since she could very clearly see his lust-filled eyes which appreciatively roamed over her body and his ears caught the sexy impatient whimper she let out of her mouth.
"Are you kidding? This is a sight to die for." He replied, grazing her cheeks with his thumbs while still trying to hold her hair in the bun he had made, because a few strands had escaped and were framing her face lightly.
Her hands embraced his head as she smiled at him sweetly, hypnotizing him before she bent down and kissed him slowly and soundly, exploring his mouth with her tongue, getting deeper and deeper inside his throat each time she moved with her lips against his. A few moans accompanied the amorous play as his fingertips massaged her skull. And then he let go of her hair completely, rather focusing on her body, teasing her hips and breasts.
She was tireless in drinking his lips. His kiss was so intoxicating that it seemed to be a sin to just give it up so easily. Especially, when his skilful tongue took her up on her offer and fought with her in the imaginary war, massaging at first, then teasing her with the tip of his tongue and rounding it off with an in-depth inspection of every corner of her delicious mouth.
However, when he eagerly bucked with his hips, reminding her that he still wasn't naked and they could have even more fun if he was, she was able to snap herself out of the dizziness caused by the kiss and broke it to suck in some oxygen before she glued her lips to his skin once more with only one thing in mind – to kiss every inch, every tiny dark corner she could find on his body and get him into a state of complete ecstasy.
She flooded his jaw with a set of tender kisses, while caressing his cheeks, reaching with her hands into his hair and raking it sensually, making him to feel contradictory emotions as he was washed over by unimaginable heat but having a freezing, tingly sensation at the same time. His hot, fitful breath fanned her skin, sending goose bumps across it, but she didn't let it distract her from what she was doing.
She shifted her mouth to his neck, repaying those amazing things he had done to her pulse point a few minutes ago, paying very close attention to his jugular vein, satisfied with the quickening heartbeat she could sense as she licked it up and down. Nevertheless, she was rather careful not to leave any bite mark or hickey on his skin, since she was still aware of the fact that what they were doing was a forbidden fruit. Nobody was supposed to know about this and that meant not to give anybody a reason to suspect anything.
His earlobes weren't omitted as she nipped them gently and sucked on them for a little while, hearing him groan in delight while his hands wandered over her back, occasionally slipping on her ass to grab her by her cheeks, or on the sides of her breasts to tease her in a way he knew only he could. She didn't resist and whispered a few immodest words into his ears to heat things even more up, even though it wasn't needed at all. They had both felt all hot for quite some time now.
It was amazing for him to let himself to be so worshipped, for once finally being not the only one who provided the pleasure. He liked it. He was enjoying it very much, since it didn't happen very often, primarily because he didn't allow it. He took it as his job to take the woman he was with on the level of pleasure she might not even know was possible, and, because it delighted him as well, he didn't insist on some sort of foreplay for him too.
He, rather, explored the woman's body by himself, but he had to admit that there were rare occasions when he let the woman to do with him anything she took into her head. Those occasions applied only to women that meant something very significant for him, so usually a woman he was in love with and what they were doing together was called love-making. And that was exactly what he was doing right now – making love to a woman he was crazy about.
Another groan left his mouth in the moment, she trailed her kissing way down his chest, licking and sucking on his nipples because she really wanted to stick with her plan and explore as much as she could to get to know his body and his reactions to her caresses. She was supposed to 'explore', after all, and found his weak spots, so she would know where to touch him to titillate him in the future.
He had never thought that it might feel so fantastic, and he had to admit she drove him completely crazy with the way she rubbed her breasts with her erected nipples across his chest, purposely applying enough pressure to make him to lose control or whatever she tried to achieve by this foreplay. The only thing he knew was that he couldn't ever get enough of it as his hands reached into her hair since her body was moving away and he didn't have the strength to pull her closer.
His bellybutton became her next target as she swirled her tongue around it, making him jerk with his stomach that began to shake with laughter because it tickled him. She cheekily stuck the tongue inside and teased him unimaginably while he tried to do his best not to pluck her hair. So he let go of it and put his hands on the bed, digging his nails into the mattress.
Her hands stealthily reached to the zipper of his jeans, pulling it down as she smiled evilly at the moan mixed with a curse when he felt the light touch of her fingers on the bulge inside. She could even feel how his nails dug into the bed to keep his self-control and fighting with the inevitable loss of his self-restraint. But that didn't stop her, of course. She was determined to give him the taste of his own medicine, so he would know how he had tortured her with his kisses.
He had to admit she was able to have her payback in an extremely good way when she started to kiss his pelvis, agonizingly stopping at the waistband of his boxers, rubbing her breasts across his crotch. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed heavily, too stubborn to beg her to stop, so he rather found a way how to actually enjoy the means she decided to use to torment him.
The anguish even deepened when she looked at him and smiled mysteriously, winking at him teasingly before she crawled away from the bed, standing in front of it. He didn't have a chance to blink as she grabbed his jeans and snatched them off him in one swift move, throwing them away as far as possible. Her breasts swayed because of the movement she had made and all he could do was just stare at them in utter astonishment.
Her body was perfect in every sense of the word and he had for it only word – divine. Sure, he had seen it before – when he had inspected it few minutes ago when he had finally gotten rid of the towel, but she had been lying beneath him, whereas now she was standing, completely unashamed, in all her beauty. He couldn't wait for the moment this body would be his, knowing that he would have her heart and soul as well. She belonged only to him from now on.
He was in such an astounded lethargy that he didn't register she crawled back on the bed, in her case not noticing how he roamed his eyes all over her body because her attention was focused only one thing – to strip him of his clothes completely. And there was only one garment she had to take off, and since she was tired of the constant hesitation, she just grabbed it and ripped it off, tossing his boxers away as if they were garbage.
She drank in to the sight in front of her, noticing that his own eyes were rather busy, so he probably didn't have any idea that he was already naked, although he had helped her obediently when he had lifted his hips so she could remove the remaining piece of clothing on him. He was glorious, she had to admit that. Those hours he had been spending, lately, in the gym were rather visible, although she always knew that he was handsome. But to see him actually without his clothes was even better.
The pool between her legs became completely insufferable the moment her eyes settled on his manhood as through her mind flashed a set of images of what she could do with it. Her mind concentrated only on his amazing body, she failed to remember where she was and why. She didn't even remember what had gotten her into this situation and why they were both naked.
She only knew that she wanted to make proper use of it. She wanted him so much she couldn't wrap her head around it, but her need for him was immense and she was losing it. She was blazing with desire, whimpering impatiently because she wanted him to take her right here and now. She wanted to kiss him, to lick him all over, to make him to lose control while building the pleasure deep inside her for the delight of them both.
The whimper snapped him out of the trance he was in and he looked into her eyes, fascinated by the raw lust and uncontrollable desire he could see there. He watched as she darted out her tongue and licked her lips while her eyes travelled across his throbbing erection with open interest. He groaned inwardly at the thought of seeing her how she could gratify him by treating his manhood as if it was a lollipop.
He would be lying if he didn't admit he had dreamt about it, that it would fulfil one of his fantasies if she gave him a blowjob, but even he had a little sense of responsibility to know they didn't have enough time for two rounds. Because he knew if he let her to do what she currently had in mind, he wouldn't be able to control himself that much to make it last.
And what was happening between them was about making love, not just resolving the sexual tension and satisfying their cravings. He wanted to know how it felt like to be surrounded by her heat, he wanted to feel her nails digging into his back, raking his skin, he wanted to hear her moans of pleasure in his ears, whispers that bore his name while he would repay her with various sweet nothings and kisses that would make her even dizzier than she already was.
So he had to choose – it was either one thing or the other but he couldn't have both, because it required two rounds and for that, they didn't have the greatest conditions since they were supposed to be somewhere else very soon. He felt sorry for it, because he wanted it like nothing else, especially after the foreplay she had performed, because to feel her lips on his skin like that was sensational as Hell.
He caught her by her arms with regret when she crawled closer to him, with obvious intent in her nasty mind, and gave them a tug, getting their bodies in the direct contact again. She didn't expect it, so there wasn't sign of resistance from her side as she landed on top of him with a loud yelp, straddling his lap while he tried to do his best to keep his balance by sitting up, his hands immediately slipping down on her back to support her.
She didn't know why he did it but she certainly wasn't complaining. She missed his body heat and the way his skin rubbed hers was so amazing that she was able to forgive him for interrupting her intention. Her arms immediately wrapped around his neck, adjusting their position a bit as he was staring up at her and she was looking down at him, since she didn't sit down but still kneeled, offering his face her breasts.
They watched each other for a while, reading in their eyes while the heat between their bodies rose on another level. She could feel his erratic heartbeat since her stomach was pressed on his chest, making the butterflies inside it toss from side to side and sending shivers down her spine while he could hear the way her heart jumped up and down in her chest. It was a powerful moment that could end up only with one result – a mighty passionate kiss.
And so it happened – their lips met with a hunger that testified about their need for one another, moving in that harmonious sync they were so familiar with but, still, it felt as if they were kissing for the first time. They couldn't get enough of exploring, tasting, biting, intertwining their tongues and the sounds that came with it in the form of moans and groans, gasps and sighs.
They were soaring in the sky, letting the kiss control their minds and make them feel even more turned on than before. His hands roamed all over her naked back, tracing the line of her spine, teasing with his fingertips the outline of her ass and reaching them into her hair, then slipping them onto her neck, changing the angle while he rubbed his nose against hers.
They alternated the control over the kiss. In one moment she was in charge, and the other, he set the pace he considered to be the best one to heat the things up, although it wasn't necessary. The way she raked his hair, caressed his cheeks and ears, pressing him to her body like if she was afraid he would vanish in any minute, was already enough for him to know he didn't need any more of the foreplay.
He broke the kiss to inhale and, judging by those puffs she was making, she needed some portion of oxygen, too. She looked at him gratefully, since she didn't have enough will to give up of his lips. He was addictive like a drug. Hell, she already knew she wasn't able to survive another day without getting at least small peck on a cheek, because she was in need to feel his marvellous lips on her skin every second of her life.
"God, you're perfect." He whispered breathlessly, squeezing her waist and appreciating her flawlessness because in his eyes she was totally faultless, even though he knew she wasn't.
She just whimpered something unintelligible because she was unable to say a word to what he had said to her. Besides, she could feel his erection behind her and it was making her all hot and bothered even more. She was so close to getting everything she'd dreamt about for years, to finally let out all the suppressed passion and fulfil her secret desires she tried to forget about for so long.
Completely enchanted by the way she was looking at him, sending him those lascivious gazes, he raised his hand and played with her forming curls as her hair was slowly but certainly becoming dry. He noticed a few drops of something on her forehead but when he inspected it closely, he realized those weren't drops of water but sweat. Her skin was burning, she was frying herself in her own lust, wanting him like never before.
"You're sweating." He told her with noticeable fascination, cracking a self-assured smile, quickly sliding his hands down her heated skin.
She let out something that could be described as a chuckle, groping his body with her hands everywhere she could reach, fanning his face with short, ragged breaths, and clearly showing her sexual need for him. "I just want you that much." She breathed out huskily, biting her lip seductively and stunning him with the open admission.
Then she swallowed him with her open-mouthed kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck and then his head, not giving him any chance to pull away. He decided not to embarrass himself and, rather, repaid the kiss with all the passion he felt and the same aggression she applied to desperately show her how deep his feelings for her were. Nobody could take this from him. He was determined to finish what they had started even if a terrorist group seized the hotel. He honestly didn't care.
Her hands didn't stick too long on his head since she just needed to feel his lively body, and because he didn't allow her to please him with her mouth and bring him onto the level of complete ecstasy, she at least hoped he would let her to touch him. And since his erected manhood was just behind her, occasionally brushing the skin on her ass, she didn't have a hard time getting her hands behind her.
But she had miscalculated his willingness to let her to do whatever crossed her mind, because he caught her right hand in the moment he realized what her intention had been and reacted even quicker to her left hand that immediately shot out, and rather violently gripped her by her wrists, preventing her from touching him. Not that he didn't want it – again, he would be the greatest liar in the world if he didn't admit it was one of his fantasies but he really wanted this to last.
She groaned in frustration into his mouth, at first letting him hold her hands but then she decided to fight for her right to touch him in a way she craved for. The kiss become rather brutal because she just had to express her belligerence somehow and he, on the other hand, showed his intransigence because he didn't have any intention to let her win. Not to mention that the fight turned them on even more.
She managed free her hands few times while still relentlessly kissing him, but he always managed to catch them before she could do anything. He also had a hard time keeping himself up in the sitting position because she evidently tried to make him to lie down, so he would become more vulnerable, but he managed to handle it. He was actually having fun with the frustrating despair she had to be feeling, because he was the one who was winning this little battle.
But he was forced to break the kiss when her behaviour got really violent, almost biting through his tongue and harming him. When he looked at her, he couldn't believe his eyes – the wild expression on her face clearly showed that there was just one thing that interested her. He saw the traces of the old Ziva David he had met years ago and who had changed in front of his eyes into the woman he saw now.
He didn't even have to guess she was also pissed off, so he decided to give her the explanation why he so much refused to let her to touch him. "Look, I really do appreciate your... keen interest, but as you know, we have only little time." He said and reminded her that the time schedule was rather busy and people awaited them on the rehearsal dinner which was about to start very soon.
She comprehended immediately what he had tried to tell her but that didn't mean she didn't feel disappointed. She was just so eager to get to know every inch of his body and the pleasure they could experience together that she had completely forgotten about some responsibility or prudence. She didn't care about the wedding. Her interest was only him, and there was no way she would give up on it.
So, she just shrugged with her shoulders, easing her fighting spirit and letting him to continue with whatever he wanted to tell her. "So, let's leave these other ways to please each other for the next time, OK?" He offered, promising her and himself as well that the next time they would have a chance to experience this delight again, and he hoped it was going happen very soon, they would take their time in exploring. They deserved it after all those years of suppressing what they had really wanted.
He loved watching how the emotions reflected on her face but the expression that appeared there after he said the sentence, completely mesmerized him. She looked as if she was smitten, literally. Like her life finally had some meaning, like she didn't think there would be some next time, despite the fact that she trusted him but he had just given her the chance that there would more next time. That this was really about love – genuine, real and profound love, he felt only towards her.
She bent down and gave him slow, passionate kiss that probably testified about her gratefulness, finally letting all of her feelings out of her chest, even those she didn't have any idea she'd had. He released her hands, knowing that they had reached another mutual agreement, and gripping them wasn't needed anymore. Besides he wanted to touch her again and caress her heated skin while she craved for the same, so he didn't see any reason why he would deny her that.
Raking his hair, she released his lips with a soft moan and nudged his nose with a smile that had the power to turn the toughest man in the world into a mush. "Next time, then." She whispered, slipping her fingers onto his swollen lips, wanting to get them even puffier and give the world the evidence that he spent long minutes kissing her. She didn't give a damn about anyone who might notice it, and about the consequences it might bring.
His face lit up with undeniable joy, sending her one of his best and widest smiles, watching her face and mainly her eyes that revealed what exactly she felt. It all reflected in the erratic speed her heart was beating, wanting to jump out of her chest and give herself over to him unconditionally. She was his, at least for the time being, because her surrender was clear and indisputable. And he was more than happy to do the same.
She shifted in his lap, adjusting the way she was straddling him, still keeping the eye contact between them. He didn't have to guess what she was doing, now when the understanding was unequivocal, there was no point to wait any longer, no point to deny their desires anymore. It was time to give in to the temptation, forget about everything and just savour the connection they were about to establish.
Her questioning gaze didn't surprise him at all. He had known her long enough to know she would try to assure herself that this was what they really wanted. So, he gave her a short nod of approval, slipping his hands on her back and securely holding her. A small smile spread across her face as she leaned in, only to be welcomed by his already waiting warm lips that didn't hesitate to kiss her thoroughly.
She found the right support in his shoulders, putting her hands there as she started to slowly sit down, wrapping gently her soaking wet pussy around his shaft, breaking like that the last wall that stood between them. Their mouths continued to move against each other through the whole moment, enjoying the bliss with every fibre of their beings, soaking up the fantastic feeling they were experiencing together.
Nevertheless, Ziva had to break the kiss, it was just too much for her and she needed to breathe, especially after she completely sat down into his lap and buried his manhood deep inside her. Her arms trembled as she tried to get a better hold of his body, needing a bit more time to get used to the new situation she found herself in. She leaned her head against his chest, breathing out shakily and slightly digging her nails into his skin.
Tony needed a moment to get accustomed, as well, but he began to worry about her when she refused to meet his gaze. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her head to make her to look at him and find out whether something was wrong. When he saw the greedy look, he knew there was nothing to be concerned about, she certainly didn't have any second thoughts over it.
They both leaned in simultaneously and joined their lips back together, never getting enough of the intoxicating kiss and the synchronized motions. It was as if they had been born for each other because they didn't need a very long time to find the right pace they both enjoyed and become addicted to it. No other substitute could ever be equal to this habit-forming drinking of each other's mouths.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing his head closer while he roamed his hands all over her back, returning her the kisses and taking the initiative by himself here and there. He almost lost it in the moment she decided she had had enough of doing nothing and rocked with her hips, making his erection bury into her even deeper than before.
He groaned loudly into her mouth, presumably moaning her name as she guessed by the muffled sound, but she didn't let him unglue from her lips. She deepened the kiss, making use of his fully opened mouth to taste the already familiar corners of it. However, she couldn't help but moan as well because the pleasure was indescribable.
And she wanted to feel it all over again, so she repeated the movement, always earning a groan in delight from him and a blissful sigh from herself. His hands slipped down on her ass, squeezing her cheeks and pressing her into his crotch more closely, achieving more of the amazing direct contact of their bodies. He completely fell in love with the way her breasts rubbed alongside his chest while she was practicing her wavy moves.
They didn't stop kissing each other despite the essential and natural need for fresh air, so they always inhaled during changing the angle of the lip lock and carried on as if they weren't separated at all. Truth to be told, the angle was being changed rather often, actually every few seconds, because those moans, groans and sighs in pleasure deprived them of great portions of the oxygen.
The slow, leisurely rhythm she set was driving them both insane, but neither of them complained because they loved it and couldn't imagine any other way how to build the pleasure. It was more than seventh heaven because this feeling of blissfulness was full of the love they felt for each other, which was definitely proved by the tenderness of their movements and caresses.
There was nothing rough about their love-making, the gentleness of their actions spoke for itself. He treated her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, kissing her with vigour but he didn't dare to use any form of violence, digging his nails into her skin but he was very careful to not to leave any marks on it and his touches were so tender that it was making her tremble with excitement.
And she was doing the same, her usually wild and torrid behaviour was suddenly tamed. She didn't even have the need to express her satisfaction by some brutal ways. She was completely contended with the amount of passion and affection between them, she couldn't wish for more. She was melting in his arms, it didn't matter whether he just touched her in a way she craved for or kissed her like if she was the only woman in the world. She was just his.
He let her to do all the work, because he knew it was what she wanted and he was sure he would have his own chance to take the charge of this fantastic love-making. However, it was getting harder and harder for him to control himself – here and there he did something that clearly showed that he was on the edge of his self-restraint and he wasn't too far away from losing it.
That became apparent the moment his hips involuntarily jerked and he pumped into her, making her to shriek in delight into his mouth as she broke the kiss, panting heavily and leaning her head against his shoulder. His nails dug into the skin on her butt, immediately shifting on the small of her back to support her because her body suddenly went limp in his arms, trembling uncontrollably.
He looked at her with guilty expression on his face, hoping that he hadn't overstepped the line, but he really couldn't help himself anymore. The lust was controlling his mind like nothing else. He raised his hand when he was sure she was still able to keep herself together and not to collapse, and gently rubbed her arm soothingly from her shoulder down her wrist, sending goose bumps across her skin.
She exhaled shakily, shivering under his touch as she raised her arms to take better hold of his body, scrambling around for it for a while, but then she found it and hugged him tightly. She felt so weak and faint, totally shaken to the core by the pleasure she had felt when he had hit the sweet spot inside her, completely disarming her and making her feel so bedazzled that she wasn't able to gather her thoughts.
"Tony..." She moaned into his ear when she recuperated a bit, lifting her head up and voicing her satisfaction verbally.
He groaned loudly at the sultry voice she used, because it was making havoc in his head. He unconsciously pumped into her once more, not able to control the movements of his own body, just to hear the moan again. He became addicted to that sound the moment he had heard it. He wanted to hear it for so long that he couldn't hide the joy that flooded him when she did so.
The moan she awarded him with was music to his ears, especially when she added another one the second he yanked with his hips, ignoring the fact she shifted her left hand into his hair, tugging at it in desperation which hurt a bit. He did it once more, smiling widely when she met with his thrust and again let out the sexy sound of her mouth, delighting his ears as if it was the best song he had ever heard.
The next moan of hers was almost his undoing, because she gave him a proof that he didn't do anything bad when he had lost the control for a minute. "More." She whimpered impatiently, begging him to provide her the delightful satisfaction she had been experiencing when he had moved within her.
He grabbed her by her neck and pulled her away from his ear to look into her face which was glowing with contentment he'd never had the chance to see. It was a mixture of every emotion that raged through her body filled with sultriness and love. He was amazed with how she wasn't able to mask her feelings anymore, she really hadn't just thrown away her clothes but her inhibitions as well. In other words – he had won her heart, she was truly his.
His lips hungrily claimed hers, devouring her as he reached with his hands into her hair, revelling in weaving his fingers through it as it naturally curled while becoming dry and did as she commanded – he gave her more. And since there was no need to keep any self-control, he didn't show any as he started to yank with his hips to bring them both on the edge of their sanity. He let everything out, losing himself in the process, but he really didn't mind it at all. She became his world, she was all he was living for.
She repaid his kisses, moaning into his mouth when they found the right rhythm and their hips rocked together in harmonious synch, their lips glued together and their hands roaming and caressing their naked skin. They got carried away completely, nothing in the world could stop them. There was no force that would make them to give this up. The pleasure was just too great to throw away.
They drove each other totally crazy with the way they mirrored their actions with their tongues inside their mouths, increasing the satisfaction on a new level, proving their inability to control themselves anymore. The tips of their tongues collided with one another, intertwining together and creating a knot, then gently massaging until one of them repeated the whole process all over again.
Ziva broke the kiss after a while because her strength was slowly but certainly leaving, knowing she wasn't too far away from shattering into pieces. It was actually a rather heroic performance from her, because he had made her horny a long time ago and his seducing attempts definitely hadn't been helping. They had boosted her want even more. She couldn't even believe she was able to last this long.
Her mouth, however, didn't stop in pleasing him – she shifted it on his neck, finding his pulse point once more and repeating her actions from before, teasing his jugular vein. He awarded her with a groan and powerful thrust which made her to moan against his skin, grazing her teeth across it but she was still being careful not to bite him and make any mark there.
She also nipped his earlobes, moaning few words into his ear that either bore his name or begged him for more, and he couldn't resist than to comply with her wish, increasing the speed a bit. She kept up with the pace as best she could, arching her back and revealing her neck like that and he gratefully accepted such offer, attaching his lips to the sensitive skin, returning her the teasing in the same fashion.
Her cooperative personality made her to bend her head backwards to give him enough space for what he was doing, proving to him, again, that she was very responsive woman, and he couldn't wish for more. He loved her flavour, because to taste her skin was sinfully addicting. He revelled in those vibrating sounds he could sense with his tongue every time she moaned or sighed in pleasure.
He soon got tired of her neck, wanting to finally have a taste of her breasts, which this entire time, had rubbed against his chest, making him lose his mind. She understood what he tried to achieve, so she reluctantly let go of his body and, gripping his arms, she pulled away a bit to give him the access he needed, immediately moaning loudly when she felt his tongue to flick over her right nipple as he took it into his mouth.
The bliss was unbearable, she was becoming weaker and weaker by each passing second and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. His hands on the small of her back supported her and still kept her very close to him while she couldn't do anything else than reach with her own hands into his hair, raking it in a desperate attempt to find something solid she could grasp.
He made a little circle with her body in the backward bend she was in, getting even better access to her breasts, worshipping both with all the love he felt. Then she straightened back up and looked him at him lustfully while moaning impatiently, giving him a silent signal about her state. He understood it completely, he registered that her movements didn't have the energy that was there before, so he realized that she didn't have enough strength to help him to build the pleasure anymore.
Whispering her name, he joined their lips back together, kissing her with such passion that she had to wonder where he was taking it and, therefore, for how long he had dreamt about this. But any thoughts soon abandoned her in the moment he decided to change the position and started to lay down on the mattress, taking her with him and making her to lay on top of him.
She smiled into the kiss, straddling his crotch more tightly and sliding her hands down his chest because she was now in the complete control of this. She gathered the last remnants of her receding strength and added vigour into the rock of her hips, satisfied with the way he groaned because he didn't expect she had had any energy to spend. But he certainly didn't complain because it was sensual as Hell.
So he let her do whatever she wanted to, working on their orgasms because he knew he would be in control very soon and, besides, this was also about sharing the control, not fighting over it. He was actually glad for the fact he was lying down again because his back couldn't bear the sitting position anymore and since she enjoyed the change, too, he was more than contended with everything what was happening.
She strained to do anything she could to reach her release because she was so damn close, but it still seemed she couldn't achieve it because something was missing. There was just some sort of element she needed to get there, just to stretch out all of her muscles wasn't enough, it was to no avail. She was getting desperate because she just couldn't put a finger on what exactly her body screamed for. She didn't understand it because in any other case, the blissful feeling she so much wanted to feel would already be streaming through her veins.
Infuriated, she slammed her fist angrily against his chest, trying to give him some hint to help her because she had completely exhausted herself. She gave everything she could to it and still she couldn't get what she wanted the most. And she needed it, she was in such need of her release that she thought she might explode if she wouldn't get it.
Tony had to laugh at her desperate frustration, the way she was puffing into his mouth in a despairing attempt to experience the delightful sensation was truly adorable. He weaved his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her down but it wasn't helping. On the contrary, it seemed to annoy her to no end. Her strength was waning, he could feel it, so he decided to give her the helping hand she was asking for.
He put one of his hands on her back while the second one grasped her thigh and started to roll them over gently. She moaned gratefully and didn't fight against it. Contrarily, she helped him because she really couldn't stand it any longer. The moment she laid on her back beneath him, she recognized that this was exactly the element she craved for – to be surrounded by his amazing muscular body and to feel his weight pressing her into the mattress.
He broke the kiss and looked at her flushed face, noticing from her gaze that what he had done was the right thing. "Hope you don't mind." He whispered huskily, repeating her sentence from the moment when she had been the one who had rolled them over.
She chuckled breathlessly, wrapping her hands around his neck and recognizing her own words immediately, but she decided for different answer. "Never." She replied in the same husky tone as he, pulling his head down for a kiss.
He happily took her up on her offer and accepted the kiss without any protests, shifting his hand that was on her back on her waist, squeezing it softly to enjoy the piece of flesh beneath him. He loved the way their bodies fit together. They were truly made for each other which was proving him like nothing else than their love was real. He still hadn't said it by words but his actions were speaking for him more than enough.
When she tightened the clench of her legs around his hips, probably urging him to finally move and finish his job, he thrusts into her and she shrieked into his mouth, tearing herself away from his lips to inhale. It definitely was what she needed, because she couldn't breathe from the pleasure she was feeling at the moment, moaning loudly in the second he repeated the movement.
But he didn't give up so easily, he immediately claimed her lips again, enjoying the whimper of weakness she let out of her mouth because she was too dazed to defy. And since she didn't have any remaining strength, she was completely in his mercy. He set a pace that drove her crazy because, on the one hand, it was getting her closer to her release, but the pace was so slow that it actually stalled the thing she longed for.
She hated the feeling that something was so near but she couldn't get hold of it, especially when she knew it was just within arm's reach. That was why she reckoned on him that he would be able to take her, to unreservedly make her his and make her to lose her mind. She wanted to explode, to burst so she could live out the delightful, blissful feeling she was dying to experience.
It was primarily her want to be given that satisfaction from him, she counted on him that he would take her there because she desired to lose herself in the depths of the pleasure she was sure only he could give to her. She wanted to get to know the feeling and she wanted to do the same for him since the hunger for each other was always there but they had decided to act on it just now.
She couldn't stop moaning into his mouth as she even found some strength to meet with his thrusts, getting addicted to the way he moved inside her, hitting her sweet spot and caressing all those right places on her body. She would love to repay it, but the only thing she was able to do was to grasp his shoulders for support because she was truly on the edge of the sensational breakdown.
And he fulfilled all of her expectations, because after few satisfying powerful thrusts when she tried to urge him to go faster but he refused that, taking it agonizingly slowly, knowing that despite her requests, she would prefer the slow version, she pressed her body closer to his, moaning eagerly because she felt her release was very close.
In the moment the orgasm hit her, she broke the kiss and moaned deeply, forgetting to breathe and digging her nails into his skin in an attempt to hold tight. He just smiled, glad for her that she had finally achieved what she had hungered for, for so long, and continued in his tender caresses, kissing her jaw and her neck, occasionally focusing his attention on her earlobes while still carrying on in his thrusts to prolong the satisfaction for her.
Ziva was falling down as the world she knew until now started to crumble away, her body sinking into the black hole where nothing than darkness existed. Her mind went blank, she didn't hear, she didn't see and most of all, she didn't think. The flawless pleasure she was experiencing clouded her mind and everything around her turned into a misty blur.
All the five senses of hers were suppressed by the mighty satisfaction she let engulf her, completely focusing only on the bliss that streamed through her blood into the most hidden corners of her body. It made her body to go totally limp. She didn't feel her muscles anymore as she let the sensual thrill to pervade every fiber of her being, making her to tremble uncontrollably.
She could feel it as he tried to do his best to make it even more pleasant for her and she was grateful for it. The gentleness of his soft touches, the sweetness of his superb lips on her skin, the whole way he tried to give her the most amazing satisfaction in her life, was indescribably fantastic and titillating. She swore to herself to reward him for it with everything she could use to express her gratitude.
Her mouth was getting dry since she left it open in a silent scream which was actually the only way she was able to preserve her breathing, grasping his head and raking his hair sensually. The explosion deep inside her caused her skin to burn, the beads of sweat on her forehead proving it, while the heat was killing her because she had never felt so hot ever in her life.
It was like a torrid heat wave in the middle of summer, but she wouldn't trade it for anything. She couldn't get enough of him, she couldn't wrap her head around what this man made her feel because in this very moment, he became her everything. And she didn't mind even a bit. The butterflies in her stomach tossed from side to side, enhancing her satisfaction and her heart fluttered, jumping up and down in her chest as a very strong emotion seized her heart and the new feeling was born.
Well, it wasn't such a new feeling if she wanted to be honest with herself. The seed had been planted years ago and it had been growing and growing, but she had never let it overtake her. She had refused to believe he might induce such a feeling in her. She'd just considered it as impossible. So the seed had continued to grow secretly, just letting her know here and there about its existence.
But right now it sprouted and blossomed out, forcing its way to the surface and, even though she wasn't that familiar with it, she wasn't surprised with the intensity. It all made sense all of a sudden, despite the fact she had tried to deny it as much as she could in the past, she couldn't fight it anymore. Certainly not now when she was completely captivated by the bliss he had elicited.
"I love you." She breathed out in a soft, husky whisper, finally easing the tension that had controlled her heart for years. It was fantastically liberating to finally admit the feeling and let the realization become part of her personality.
However, she didn't have any idea she had said it aloud. It was an admission to herself. She had fought with it for so long that she hadn't realized her lips had moved as she let the love for him to come into bloom. In her head, it was only her heart that sent a signal to her brain that the feeling was real and genuine and she should admit it unconditionally. Because despite the acceptance she was in love with him, she still wasn't sure whether she was ready to tell him that.
The End of Chapter 10
Do you want to kill me? Yes? I don't wonder... :D Come on, it was nice chapter and the smut continues in the next one... ;)
Hope you liked the chapter, I just love to write smut about these two, gosh... Well, some words slipped out of Ziva's mouth – do you think Tony heard it? And how he will react? Is Ziva really unaware of her words? Just few question for the next chapter where the whole scene will continue right in the place we left off. ;)
Merry Christmas again to all my favourite people, you know who you are, we'll talk to each other, anyway and to the others – have a wonderful time, don't stress yourself, just sit and relax because it's needed from time to time. :)
Love you all, you're amazing and wonderful group of people, have a nice week and I guess I'll see you next Monday! :)