While this may be a warning for fluffy SMUT, it is heavy naughty SMUT too. Grab your wine and get ready for the cold shower on this one. (P.S Danni doesn't endorse unnecessary drinking but if you're on my bandwagon we can be friends and wine pretty much wrote this chapter so thank the grape Gods). So, of course it isn't safe for work or a public place. You get it. As always, don't say I didn't warn you. But then again that's why you are here right? ;)
Chapter Twenty-Three
When he woke the next morning the early morning sun was spilling into the room and casting onto the beautiful skin in his arms. He realised she didn't have curtains and he wondered if that was why she always woke so early. Maybe she just loved the way the sun rose and how amazing the world looked outside her window. The sun was creeping up between the large fruit trees outside the glass and the shadows of the branches cast into her room through the large French doors.
Ziva was definitely a lover who enjoyed the pure beauty of the world. He hadn't been wrong last night. She was just like her mother, as much as she didn't realise.
He buried his face deeper into her curls and moved his hand across her bare stomach. He loved that even though they didn't have sex last night, they still slept naked. He loved the feel of her naked skin on his and he wouldn't have it any other way. It was almost like they didn't have to have sex to be intimate. He'd never had that kind of relationship before and he couldn't help but crave the feeling it gave him.
He felt her leg move between his behind her and her hand playing with his at her belly. She was awake now too.
"Good morning beautiful" he whispered against her neck, pressing kisses there. Even if he couldn't see her, he felt the way her mouth pulled into a smile.
"Boker Tov Motek" she whispered right back. He knew from the small amount of Hebrew he'd been taught before coming on deployment that Boker Tov meant Good Morning, however Motek had not been in the curriculum. He'd be sure to google that one later.
He pulled her tighter against his chest and kissed along her neck some more. Yes, a very good morning in deed. If he could wake up every morning to her like this, he would be a content man. His lips grazed along her neck, finding the sweet spot behind her ear that he'd come to know she loved. He heard the way her mouth hummed in delight at his kisses.
His hand at her stomach drifted higher, his palm finding her bare breast as he softly brushed his fingers across her nipple. She was such a delight, her soft skin, her gentle moans. She was perfect. She rolled onto her back then, clearly wanting to face him. He smiled down at her as their eyes met. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and the way the sun shone on her skin through her window, he was suddenly glad she didn't have curtains. There was no other way to see this beauty in the morning.
Her body, her eyes they were illuminated with so much glow right now. She was a radiant star in his eyes. Just like the jewellery that hung around her neck, she was pure gold in this light. His hand that had been teasing her came to her hair as he brought his lips down on hers, not wanting to keep his lips from hers any longer.
The kiss started soft and he realised that her lips had always felt like they belonged in his. They were soft, delicious. She tasted like pure honey. And he did love his honey. It wasn't long before his tongue was in her mouth, because he craved her and it had been far too long since he'd had her touch like this. Her hands where gripping him around the hips, all but pulling him against her as much as she could.
He was already hard for her, because that's something she does to him. When he pressed against her, he felt her mouth gasp at the feel of his excitement already. He slipped his good leg between her thighs and he too had to contain his gasp when her dampness touched his skin. She was also melting for him already. He loved how they both reacted to each other like that.
He all but moaned into her mouth at the feeling of her. His hand was back at her breast then, getting that rise out of her with his soft touches. He loves bringing her to the point of squirming in his hands at his touch. He would never get over how much that turned him on. And this morning, he wasn't in a rush. He would take his sweet, sweet time with her.
He moved over her, nudging her legs wider apart for him as he started kissing down her neck. His injured leg and a few of his other injuries were feeling a little uncomfortable but right now he didn't care. He would not hold back for that, not ever. He pressed kisses down her chest, stopping to bring one of her perky little breasts into his mouth. God, he loved every inch of her body.
His tongue toyed with her nipple and a soft moan slipped from her lips at the movement. He smirked against her flushed skin. She was already so hot under his touch, a fire already lit deep within her. As he brought his own hand to his mouth, bringing his fingers into his mouth to prepare them to touch exactly where she wanted him to, his eyes caught hers.
He could see that fire deep in those eyes, they were midnight and he could see she was already squirming at the idea of why he licked his own fingers. She was absolutely going to be the death of him one day he was sure of it. But hopefully, he'd be the death of her first. Of that, he's confident. She broke his gaze as she moaned and threw her head back when she saw him move his hand down between them. He hadn't even touched her yet and just the thought of it was bring noises from her lips.
He was suddenly very glad her room was on the other side of the house right now, because he had a feeling she was going to be anything but quiet this morning.
When his fingers brushed against her clit softly, she was already shaking under him. He couldn't help but think how much he loved this woman. He teased her, not touching her firmly enough to get any resolve from her, just gently running his fingers along the edge of her. The more he did this, the more she squirmed.
"Tony" she moaned his name then, in a gentle warning. That if he didn't touch her right now, she was going to come apart. He smirked against her skin as he kissed lower, over her belly.
"Patience my love" he whispered against her belly. Suddenly, she wasn't squirming anymore, she was still. Even in her desperation for his touch, she'd heard the endearment. The endearment that started with the letter L. Had he really just said that? Out loud? He guesses he had and he hummed against her skin in pleasure. Because she was his love, and bugger it.
When his lips got close to the heat between her legs her hands had gripped onto his hair. All those weeks ago when he'd had her in this same position and was interrupted, he was finally able to finish the tease he had started that night. He would let nothing interrupt him this morning. He didn't care if someone came bursting into the door or if the house caught on fire, she was going to come from his slow tease. The world could wait until he was finished with her.
He blew softly at her clit then and she was squirming all over again. He smiled to himself. He knew how to drive her wild, and if it was up to him, he was going to do it until the day he died. His name was drawn out in a moan from her lips again and he smiled some more, because he could hear the desperation in her voice now.
He stroked a finger against her then, teasing her with the feel of his fingers entering her. She pulled harder on his hair then and he was sure she was about to rip some of his precious locks out, so he gave in. Only a little. He pressed a finger into her and her body arched off the bed at the touch. Yes, she was craving more but he wasn't about to speed things up.
A lot of times they'd been fast, desperate. He hadn't had much luxury to take his time with her. But now he would, even if she begged him, he would coax her slow. It will be worth it, he knows. He pressed his lips to her clit then, kissing her most sensitive spot. She was already swollen for him and that brought a moan out of his own mouth. It amazed him sometimes how worked up she got over him.
She wriggled under him when his moan vibrated against her clit and clearly, she'd liked that. Her mouth was making all sorts of noises right now and he wondered just how much patience he had himself, because suddenly he just wanted to be deep inside her. He didn't want to stop his slow exploration of her body so he used all his willpower not to lift his body above hers and bury himself into her.
He moved his finger, coaxing delicious moans from her as he started licking and sucking her in all the ways he could. She was absolutely shaking in his arms now. She was like a meal right now and he was going to eat every single bit of her up and lick the plate clean while he was at it. He could hear her breaths coming in short bursts the more he explored her and he noticed the way she arches more when he sucked her clit into his mouth and bent his finger in a certain way.
He felt her get tighter around his finger and he slipped his second one inside her.
"Ohhh" was the moan that escaped her mouth and he smirked against her. He had her now, he was sure of it. The tighter she got the quicker he went and before he knew it, he could taste her pleasure in his mouth when she came with a soft scream of his name. He would never, ever get tired of the taste of her when she came like that on his tongue. It might hands down be his favourite thing.
Maybe besides when she came around his cock. Oh, lord. It took all his might not to grind himself against the mattress at that thought. He was so hard right now he could hardly contain himself. He couldn't even feel his sore leg anymore he was that high on her.
The next thing he knew, Ziva was pulling him up to her by his shoulders and he was being thrown on his back. He went to protest because he wasn't done being on top but her words stopped him as she all but climbed onto his lap.
"You are still injured and you will strain your leg being on top" she purred at him, leaning down and pressing her lips to his. She never really had to give an excuse to be on top, because he loved it more than anything. But he guesses her excuse this morning is rather justified. He smirked into her mouth when her tongue forced its way between his lips. Yes, he'd got her very hot and bothered.
He had also got himself rather worked up. He could feel his hardness press against the back of her ass as she sat on his hips and he noticed how wet his tip was against her skin. He really had worked himself up if he was already dripping at the thought of her. But then again as always with her sex, he's not surprised.
He felt her hips move then as she kissed him harder and her mouth was starting to get sloppy with him. Before he could catch his breath, she was sinking down on him and he was filling her to the hilt.
"God, Ziva" he moaned, throwing his head back as he tried so hard not to just explode at the feel of her already. When he opened his eyes to look at her, she was smirking down at him. It was her turn to drive him wild. God, he was so fucked right now.
He gripped her hips tightly when she started to move. She was slow, deliberate with her movements. That smirk, never leaving her lips. She bent down, bringing her mouth to his again and the angle alone almost made him come apart. Sex, had never ever been this good before. She rode him slowly, painfully slow for him. He was the one who started squirming about this time, desperate for realise like she had.
She was chuckling against his lips then, because now he knew just what it was like to be the one teased.
"Please Ziva" he moaned, and yes, he was the one begging now. Because the feel of her was too much and if she wasn't careful, he was going to lose all control. She was chuckling against his mouth again, loving how much she was making him unravel for her. How was it they were so sexually compatible? He guesses when it's the love of your life, it's just like that. Perfect fit.
She clucked her tongue at him when he tried to move his hips up to hers, speeding things up. He had to laugh at that one, because yeah, she was in charge now and she was telling him off for being naughty. They smiled at each other, locking their gaze. This was the moment he knew, no one else was for him. It was her or nothing. No one was going to make him feel like this, boss him around and love him like this. She was it.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met; you know that?" he suddenly whispered. His hand at her hip was bringing her closer to him, her lips within reach of his if he wanted them to be. He saw the flush of red to her cheeks, the way her eyes fluttered away from his briefly because his words did mean as much as he meant them when she heard them.
"I think you are just trying to trick me into doing as you wish Motek" she whispered back. She pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss. There was that word again. Motek. What was that word?
"You keep calling me that, what does it mean?" he asked, breathless from her kiss. He was breathless from all of her. Everything about her took his breath away.
"Hmmm" she just purred at him, smirking. God she was a tease, just as much as him. He loved it. He thrust his hips up then, catching her off guard. They both moaned at the feeling. Then, her lips were on his again and her hips were suddenly bouncing above his. He really couldn't breathe now and his hands grabbed at her thighs desperately as he struggled to breathe when she started giving him exactly what he'd wanted.
He felt his balls grow tight and he could feel when his cock started to pre-ejaculate. He wasn't at his orgasm yet so he knew this wasn't the end, but he'd never ever had this happen before. Sure, he's read about it but he thought it was a myth.
He moaned, loud. Her hips only got quicker. She was leaning back from him then and he watched in all her glory as she rode him. His hands went to her breasts as they bounced with her rhythm and when she threw her head back and her curls flew all over the place, he could only think that this was one thing.
Nirvana.
Her moans became louder as he felt her grip around him and her movements got sloppy as she struggled to maintain her composure. She was close, he knew. It wasn't often Ziva was flustered to the point of unbalance and falter, but when she was, he knew she was about to come. For him.
He pulled her down to his chest with his arms, holding her tight against his body while he bucked into her from beneath. He would ride her over into orgasm, he would get his woman there if it was the last thing he did.
"Tony" she was gasping into his ear, her hands gripping onto his shoulders with all her strength. God she was so delicious. She was all sweaty and panting against him, whispering his name into his ear and all but moaning constantly. That's when she started gripping around him tighter and tighter, he knew it was so close now.
His thrusts got harder, faster then because he was so close too. He suddenly noticed how the legs of her bed were moving across the hardwood floors with a loud sound, and most likely a very obvious noise to anyone that would hear it. That thought only made him buck harder against her.
And that's when she screamed, actually screamed to the heavens in delight and she was coming for him, all over him. He couldn't do anything but follow her lead and he was coming just as hard, his whole body shaking like it was never going to end.
"Fuck… Ziva" he moaned her name with his release, gripping onto her so tight. She was twitching and shaking on top of him, her release rolling in waves through her body. After what seemed like forever both of their bodies stopped reeling in the aftershocks of their love and a sweaty smiley Ziva lifted her head from his shoulder and beamed a look of pure, unfiltered love at him.
"That was…" she whispered, breathless. Her cheeks were red and flustered, her eyes light with happiness. The small curls at her scalp with wet with sweat. He smiled up at her. This was absolutely his favourite sight to set his eyes on.
"Yeah…" he returned, agreeing. They were both at a loss for words. Sure, their sex was always crazy and delicious, but this time it had been breathtaking. Maybe it had something to do with the fact they felt more at peace with everything after the promised whispers of last night.
She leant down then, kissing him softly. If a kiss could speak words, this one would tell him that she loved him and she always would.