Chapter Fifty Two-Tel Aviv
Ziva's eyes fluttered open that morning to see Tony packing one last bag. She didn't move a muscle yet Tony seemed to know she was awake. He walked over to the bed and sat down on his side, turning to face her. He smiled down to her and she smiled back.
"Good morning." Tony said, stroking her cheek.
"Good morning, my Tony." She said, taking a hold of his other hand.
"I love you." He said, bending over to kiss her nose.
"I love you, too."
She sat up with a groan and rested her arms on her lap. She leaned over to Tony and kissed his dry lips. She allowed her tongue to push between them, wanting access to his mouth. More than happy to oblige he allowed his mouth to open slightly, causing the kiss to become much deeper. They continued like this for several minutes just enjoying each other's company. When they pulled away Tony held Ziva's face and just sat there.
"I am so glad you and I will get to wake up like this every morning." Tony said, shaking his head slightly.
"As do I, my love." She said, kissing his nose and then his jaw line.
Tony giggled at Ziva's overzealous affection.
"Okay, sweet cheeks, we've gotta get ready to go. Our flight is in three and a half hours plus we will have plenty of time to do that once we're in Tel Aviv."
She nodded, agreeing with what he had told her. She tossed the covers away and stood from the bed. She looked down and shook her head. She couldn't believe how big she was. She had, however, begun to like it. She walked around the bed and went over to Tony. She gripped onto the lapels of his suit jacket and smiled hungrily to him. She then gave him her signature elevator eyes.
"Okay then, Tony, in Tel Aviv you are all mine." She said in an orderly voice.
She listened as he let out a cat-like growl, indicating he was all for this plan. The pair then separated, both set on completing the same task. They needed to make sure everything was gathered up before their trip. Tony brought the pre-packed bags out of the closet and zipped up the bag that was filled with the last of what they needed. Tony looked over to see Ziva trying to lift one of the suitcases.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" He exclaimed, running towards her.
"What?" She asked, backing away from the red suitcase.
"Baby, that's heavy. You don't need to be carrying that." He said, patting her bump and holding her head to his chest.
"I'm sorry."
"No, shhh, don't be. I just don't want you getting hurt." He said, smoothing her hair.
She smirked sheepishly and after a second she cringed in pain.
"Ooh!" She said, rubbing the side of her bump.
"What happened?" tony asked; fear evident in his voice.
She took hold of his hand and pressed it into the spot. Just then Tony felt the slight kick.
"Oh, my God!" He said, backing away slightly. "That was…amazing."
"I know. They just started doing that a couple of days ago."
"Wow!" He exclaimed before clapping his hands together once. "Okay, let's get this show on the road."
"Okay."
Tony took a hold of the two heavy suitcases and Ziva took the duffle bag which surprisingly wasn't that heavy. They wanted to get their early so airport security wouldn't make them miss their plane. They got downstairs to see Eli and Nettie greet them.
"Shalom you two. I hope you guys have fun." Nettie said with a wink.
"Oh we will." Ziva assured her.
Nettie couldn't help but laugh. Eli wrapped his arms around Ziva firmly. When he let go of her he kissed her forehead, making her feel slightly embarrassed.
"N'see'a tova." He said, rubbing her shoulders slightly.
"We will leave the house to you two for the next two weeks." Ziva said, handing her father the keys.
"Now, no wild parties when we're gone." Tony joked.
This made Eli and Nettie smile. Tony then allowed Eli to take their bags. He turned to Ziva and held out his hand. She unwaveringly accepted it and the pair walked out to their car. They got to the airport and through airport security just in the nick of time. They boarded the plane and sat down next to each other. Ziva looked over at Tony and noticed his hand held out for her yet again. She intertwined her fingers with his and leaned her head up against his bicep. He turned slightly and kissed the top of her head.
"Are you going to sleep?" He asked her in a low voice.
She nodded, closing her mocha eyes. He kissed her head again and stroked her arm with his free hand.
"Chalomot ne'imim." He whispered to her as she dozed off.
Ziva awoke only two hours before their flight was to end. She sat up and stretched herself out of her sleep. Tony couldn't help but smile at how beautiful she was, even when she had just woken up.
"Erev tov, yafeha." He remarked with a sweet smile.
"Hello my sexy Italian man." She said after she yawned.
"Did you sleep okay?" He asked, brushing some hair away from her face.
"I slept rather well actually." She said; her proper Israeli accent flourishing in her voice.
"You seem in a good mood." He observed.
"Why wouldn't I be? I am with my husband going to my homeland. How is it that I would not be in a good mood?"
"I do not know." He said, narrowing his eyebrows in thought.
"Mm-hmm." She said, leaning in towards him.
She placed a chaste kiss on his lips and put her mouth near his ear.
"There is…much more where that came from, sex machine." She whispered.
Her breath felt so hot against his ear. This made his dick twitch just a bit. It was funny how even thinking about her in a provocative way made him get hard. She then allowed her mouth to nibble onto his earlobe. He leaned into her mouth but she soon released him. Soon their plane landed and Tony and Ziva exited the airport with their luggage in tow. They found a cab and it took them to the hotel which Ziva had made the reservations for. They entered the elegant hotel and went to the rather large front desk.
"Shalom, barux haba. Ma sh'lomxa?"
"We are good." Ziva answered. "We have reservations."
"Oi, ken, I remember you. Ziva, correct?"
"That is correct."
"Be'seder." She said, turning towards the keys.
She took one off of the shelf and turned back around.
"Here is your key." She said, flashing a smile to them.
"Toda."
"Ein be 'ad ma."
"Come on, nodnik." She said, looking at Tony.
"What?"
"She called you sexy, sir." The woman behind the counter said with a laugh.
"Oh. Well, thank you ishti. You are nodnik too."
"Toda."
"He is not Israeli, right?"
"Right. He is American and Italian."
"Ooh. I suppose you are pregnant, yes?"
"Yes." She answered with a nod.
"Mazel tov. That is one combination."
"Yes, it is. Shalom. Laila tov."
"Laila tov."
Tony and Ziva went upstairs to their room, deciding to make this night and all of the other nights count. Once Tony had set down the bags Ziva pushed him into the door and began kissing him. Although he had been quite surprised he began kissing her back, feeling his shaft began to become erect. Tony knew then that he had to have her. She was wearing a royal blue maternity dress at the time for she knew it would be quite hot. He snaked his hand beneath the dress and caused Ziva to jerk slightly when she felt his fingers clamp down on her clit. She let out a small moan as his finger began rotating in circles on her clit. She had hiked up her leg around Tony as best as she could. Tony used his other arm to then flip them to where she was against door. As one hand worked on her wetness the other reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Ziva then allowed it to fall to the ground after Tony's arms separated from her body. Tony then tossed away the item of clothing and began kissing up her legs. He then stood up and looked into her eyes before lifting up her leg. He allowed her to wrap her leg around his waist and his fingers entered her very wet center. He began plunging into her as hard and as fast as she had always liked it. She allowed her head to drape over his shoulder, biting slightly into his shirt covered flesh.
"Baby, hold on. Let me take off my clothes, too, hmm?"
"Okay."
He allowed her to part from him and he swiftly removed his suit slacks and button up shirt. He then forcefully gripped her leg and pulled himself into her. He took his fingers and allowed them to enter her yet again. Their bodies were pressed together as best as they could and resumed their previous positions. Tony began furiously thrusting his fingers into her, filling her almost to the hilt. She let out a slight whimper of ecstasy and allowed her head to reclaim Tony's shoulder. She began peppering it with kisses and then as he hit that desired speed she moaned loudly, biting into his shoulder afterwards. He winced in pain slightly but he didn't let that stop his rampaging appendages. He then pulled his fingers out of her and before his erection entered her Ziva took a hold of his hand. Tony grew confused for a split second until he saw her place his fingers in her mouth for just a moment. She then pulled his head to hers and kissed him roughly. The taste of her was still on her mouth and got into his mouth. He grew frenzied by that point, wanting nothing more than to take her in his mouth. So, then he pulled away from her and took hold of her hand before leading them to the king size bed in the room.
"Lay down." He commanded.
"Yes sir." She said with a mock salute.
He narrowed his eyes at her and climbed into the bed. When he tasted her directly he was at a loss for words. Ziva then felt Tony's tongue seep into her folds which drove her insane. She tightened her thighs around his head in response, causing Tony to go even deeper within her core. Her breathing turned into panting and her heart felt as though it might explode. This had to be Tony's favorite part of sex with Ziva. Even though she was about five months pregnant and probably not feeling like the sexiest woman in the world she was a wild woman in bed. It made him feel much more masculine. He didn't know whether it was the hormones or him but he liked to think it was him. Just before she came to him he pulled his mouth away and climbed up her entire body, stopping when his lips were right above hers. He then kissed her, making sure his tongue entered her mouth. Ziva grew enthralled by the taste. It was a mixture of her own moisture and Tony's mouth. It was one of those tastes she would never forget. Tony then roughly thrust into her wetness, feeling her walls tighten around him. They then began flexing around him which made them both close. She took hold of the sheets beneath their exposed bodies and gripped them until her hands shook. She could feel her chest wanting to explode along with the rest of her body. With one final thrust Tony made the Israel and himself cum. Tony pulled out of her and laid down beside her, groping her body with his wandering hands. The moonlight spilled into the room through the champagne colored curtains giving their bodies a silvery glow. That night in Tel Aviv would prove to be only the beginning for this honey moon.
