Author's note:
Hello, my dear readers! It's so good to see you again. :) Hope you all have a nice July. To those who have holidays or vacation, I hope you enjoy it and to those who work or have school, I hope your days aren't too much stressful. Thank you so much for all your reviews and kind words. I truly appreciate it.
To my first Guest – thank you so much for the review and understanding my needs. :) And you are right, they really ARE made for each other. We, TIVA fans, know that for a very long time.
My dearest Debbie, like I said many times, friendship with you and your precious daughter is one of the most amazing things in my life and I thank you for that from the bottom of my heart. As for our pair, they are on the right track and they won't leave it. :) Thank you for the review.
To my second Guest, I say the same words 'aww TIVA' all the time. :D Thanks for your contribution.
Dear third Guest - I'm glad you stopped by and gave this story a chance. I know that my writing is not for everyone. People have different tastes when it comes to writing - I purely write in a way I love to read. If we were all the same, the world would be boring. So, some people like my stories, some don't - and it's alright, of course. Diversity is good. As for Ziva being submissive/passive - that is on purpose - the story is dealing primarily with how much Ziva might be affected by her break-up with Ray. It's an AU, so I added few things that are not canon, and that brings the change. If you don't like it, then fine - don't read it. We all have our own version of thinking and behaving of the characters - that's why we write fanfiction. I'm still grateful for your opinion and I thank you for reading the story.
And my dearest Celine, sure I know that and I completely understand when you have time only to read the chapter but the review is just something you can't put together at the moment. Don't apologize for that. :) Thank you for the compliments, because that is exactly what I love about writing – exploring the characters, though it might be frustrating because I put them through emotional hell first, but I'm not fan of quick getting together, as well. As I mentioned above – we all have different tastes, but I'm that type of reader/writer who takes things slowly. I love the build-up and subsequent explosion of happiness and fluffiness that was worth to wait for. I'm so happy that I still can keep your interest, that's something that really flatters me. You don't even know how much. Thank you thousand times, sweetie. :)
Also, I'm so happy to say few words to you, Reaper. Your review I read this morning totally blew me up, so thank you for that. I know the nostalgia of watching older episodes of some TV show and trying to find the settlement between my 'ships' in the fanfiction. That's actually what brought me to this fanfiction world. I'm honoured you bumped into my story and decided to read it. All your compliments are very sweet and nice, I feel very flattered and trust me, I appreciate it very much. I get your opinion on the characters, and I identify with it. I just wanted a little change for this story and explore a bit different cornes of their personalities. I think you might want to read my other story Pianoforte, where Ziva is 'inviting' as you put it, almost predatory if I may say. And I can promise you that one of my future stories will definitely identify with your opinion on the characters. :) As for how many chapters you can await - well, the story is nearing its end to be honest, and even though I wanted to end it with an open ending, you all would probably kill me. So, I guess I will add some epilogue with what you were suggesting - probably their wedding, still not sure about that, since I'm writing now on the spot, but with prepared concept. And if I made you shed a tear - aw, that is a big success for me. :) You definitely helped with your review. I will think about your suggestions (500 k words? Now that's a challenge, lol), and thank you, again, for each word in your review. Hope you will enjoy the rest just as much.
Chapter is dedicated to my surrogate sister Athena. She knows very well why. ;)
And for my dearest Eve, you asked me to put something into the story and I finally got to that, so I hope you will enjoy.
But enough of A/N – go read! Smut, smut and pure smut is ahead of you. So please, excuse my nasty mind. :D Hopefully enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I do not own NCIS or the characters.
Towel – Chapter 22
*** WHERE WE LEFT OFF ***
She looked at him with a smitten look, wondering what she had done to deserve this luck. He had changed for her. He loved her. He was ready to fight against the whole world to be with her. He was ready to stand up against his boss for the right to be together. His intentions couldn't be any purer, any more chaste and sincere. He was, without a single doubt, the love of her life.
And there always would be some problems. They couldn't avoid it. It was part of their life routine – both in work and in their personal lives. But, now, she wasn't alone to fight the battle. She had him and their love that was stronger than anything else in this world. Because the love of soul mates, and they undoubtedly were made for each other, was one of the strongest relationships a person could ever build.
Staring at each other for a while, the desire soon overpowered them as they both leaned in, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. The problems were solved. Lust was sated. Now, they could enjoy how it felt to be together as a couple and take their time in the love-making. They could explore, uninterrupted, without feeling doubtful or anything. Their relationship as a couple had just begun.
*** AND NOW WE CONTINUE ***
She wrapped her arms around head, drinking in his lips as if they were the sweetest beverage in the world, bringing their bodies closer. She changed her sitting position and, instead of using her buttocks, she sat on her knees, letting the sheet around her to fall slightly. He put his arms around her, sliding his hand across her naked back, devouring her as if she were the finest meal on the planet. The love for each other controlled their minds, streamed through their veins, and they couldn't do anything to stop it. Not that they wanted to.
He eventually laid her down, because mere kissing wasn't enough for him. He had gathered enough strength to go into the second round and, because everything seemed to be solved between them, he didn't want to delay what was bound to happen anymore. She didn't protest, stretching her legs on the bed, letting him to support her.
When her back hit the mattress, she moaned in pleasure, revelling in the way his body covered hers. The feeling was so indescribable and pleasant. She loved everything about him, and the fact that he now belonged only to her was making her feel all warm inside. And she planned to never let him go. After all those years of denials and hiding, she had had enough. She wanted to finally be happy with a man she loved. She just hoped that the love was strong enough to fulfil her this wish.
He moved his hands to her hair, slipping them down on her face and touching her eyes in a loving gesture. She made a mistake, though, when she opened her eyes, forcing herself to blink because something in her eyes started to scratch. All the tears she had let out, and now his touches, had caused her make-up to fall into her eyes, making them water. She hissed into his mouth at the discomfort.
Regretfully, she broke the kiss. "Tony, wait." She said, wiping away the tears below her eyes and blinking rapidly in an attempt to stop the scratching.
"What?" He asked her hazily, not registering anything and shifting his mouth to her neck, teasing her pulse point with his tongue. He was too caught up in her, revelling in pleasing her.
"I need to go to the bathroom." She answered half-moaning, while blinking her eyelids to find where the scratching originated from.
That caught his attention because he didn't understand why she would want to leave the bed at this very moment. They were bit busy. "Now?" He asked her for assurance, wanting to be sure that he hadn't misheard or anything.
"My make-up got into my eyes. It scratches." She clarified as the new set of tears sprung from the corner of her eyes. She could feel that one of her eyelashes had fallen into her eye, irritating the eyeball. She needed a mirror so she could take it out.
He pulled away to look at her, feeling sorry for her upon seeing her struggle. "Oh." He uttered in sympathetic tone, helping her to clean the area below her eyes with his fingers.
She smiled at him, stroking his hair in a grateful gesture, but she really needed to get herself in front of a mirror. "You know, you have to..." She beckoned him with her hand, signing him to move over so she could get up.
"Oh, right." He acknowledged apologetically, turning on his side to give her the space to get up.
She stretched out her body, sitting up and reached for the black T-shirt with a familiar scent that she had put on the bedside table in case she needed it. Carefully, she unwrapped the sheet from around her body and put on the T-shirt, sensing his eyes feasting all over her naked flesh. She smiled and wiped the area below her eyes again, standing up and letting the T-shirt fall down and cover her thighs.
"Hey, that's my T-shirt!" Tony suddenly exclaimed, playing offended as he propped his head up on his hand.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him, but with a smile on her face. She turned around, tilting her head, and winked at him. "Of course, it's your T-shirt. You left it here earlier." She clarified. He nodded, finally remembering that he had lost his T-shirt on his way out of her room that afternoon.
"And I have every right to wear it. Because it was me who bought it." She added, wriggling her hips seductively, teasing him. But she still had to look after her eyes, so she blinked rapidly to relieve the pain.
He looked her up and down critically as if he were a Miss World juror and she a Miss World contestant. His eyes lingered on certain parts of her body for longer period of time, making him to lick his lips. "Well, I have to admit, it looks good on you. But I like you more without it." He assessed her, trying to reach for her and draw her closer to him. But she smacked his hand away.
She put her knee back on the bed, leaning towards him and looking directly into his face. "And that's exactly why I put it on. Because if I were naked, I'd have you on my back in a second." She told him, being well aware of his dirty thoughts. She had been a witness to what her body covered in a small towel had done to him. So it was clear that, if she had chosen to go to the bathroom naked, he would have followed her there with no regard for her current problems with her scratching eyes.
He pouted in his usual, adorable way, admitting that she was right. She smiled widely and kissed him lightly on the lips while she ruffled his hair. "I'll be right back." She assured him with a wink, straightening and turning on her heel to go to the bathroom.
"I'll get bored." He tried to whine, dropping his head on the pillow, already missing her warm, sexy body next to him. The bed suddenly felt so empty and cold without her.
She chuckled loudly and threw her hand in the air in a 'can't-do-anything-about-it' gesture. "You can start without me." She suggested without turning around and went straight to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
"Yeah, sure. As if I needed to." He muttered under his breath, yawning and stretching his body, trying to get it under control because he was still aroused.
With a sigh, he looked around in an attempt to find something to entertain himself. He needed something to catch his attention, because if he didn't find anything, he just might have done what she had accused him of – follow her into the bathroom and take her there. He didn't care anymore where or how. He just wanted her. But he understood her need to get rid of the make-up.
Eventually finding remote control for the TV, he turned the TV on and started to flick through the programmes. When a certain documentary caught his eye, he sat up, getting engrossed in it. He had just needed something to distract himself. He was just unimaginably happy and that made him very relaxed. Finally, he felt like his life was complete.
Ziva leaned against the door and sighed deeply. She had never felt so content, that was for sure. Her life suddenly had a new meaning. She had actually started to live for something that was worth fighting for. She wasn't just surviving. She was experiencing what the world was offering to her. And that was love of the man who would go through hell to make her happy.
Walking over to the mirror, she quickly found the damn eyelash and started to dig it out of her eye. It felt so liberating to finally stop the annoying scratching. Her eyes were bloodshot, so she pulled out the make-up remover and cleared away all the make-up. Scooping water into her hands, she washed her face and eyes. Then, she reached for a towel and dried off her skin.
Looking at her reflection, she saw the silly smile on her face. This time, however, she didn't try to wipe it off. It belonged there. He had made her happy and she had every right to smile like an idiot. Because she was deeply in love and she didn't want to hide it. He was able to arouse these feelings inside her. He was the reason for the butterflies in her stomach and her erratic heartbeat.
Slipping her eyes down to the towel in her hands, she had to smile even wider. She couldn't help but think about how much this little, unimportant decision to wear this small towel had changed her life. Although she doubted that Tony would have ceased his advances if she had wore bathrobe or the larger towel. Or anything in general. He had been too determined to make her his, to finally break her walls than to be stopped by a piece of cloth.
And she was grateful for that. Sure, she hated being pushed as much as everyone did. But in this case, Tony's unrelenting effort to convince her about his desire, his love, his sincere and pure intentions, had brought the success he'd wished for. And it was beneficial for both. She appreciated how much he had stuck to his guns and hadn't let her destroy what they had built so far. She truly needed it.
She brushed her hair quickly to look more presentable, humming a song as the wonderful mood streamed through her veins. After checking that everything was alright, she opened the door to the bathroom, half-expecting that he would be standing there. He wasn't, though. She stared at him unbelievingly as he was sprawled on the bed, engrossed in the TV.
"Tony?" She called out at him, loudly enough so he would register her, using her smooth sultry voice. She took a seductive pose at the door frame, revealing her legs and playing with the rim of the T-shirt teasingly.
"Hm?" He responded absently, his brain failing to focus his peripheral vision to see her standing at the door frame.
She glared at him but since he wasn't paying her any attention, it didn't have any effect. She couldn't believe he would just ignore her like that. Especially when he had been so eager only a few minutes ago. It seemed like the TV always had had some sort of spell on him, rooting him to the spot and making him to focus only on the movie, documentary, news or whatever he was watching.
"Could you, please, look at me?" She tried to catch his eye by wriggling her hips, hoping that he would take his eyes off the screen. It didn't work, though.
"Uh huh." He nodded in agreement, but his eyes stayed glued to the screen, as if he hadn't heard her request at all. He heard her talking, but he couldn't discern the words she was saying.
She opened her mouth in shock, trying to absorb the fact that he preferred the stupid program on TV over looking at her. However, she had known him long enough to know that all she needed to do was to prod him a bit. Tony DiNozzo wasn't a man who would turn down a woman who was offering herself to him. Certainly not over a TV. He just needed a little push.
"Well, that lasted long." She uttered sarcastically. She knew that he wouldn't register her words, anyway. He just nodded in agreement, again, and watched the TV as the documentary was drawing to a close.
She rolled her eyes and went over to the door of the room, passing between the bed and the TV, so he would see her. Putting her hand on the doorknob, she turned to him despite his evident, keen interest in the TV. "I hope the television will entertain you more than me, then. I think I will go back to the dinner and find someone who is really interested in me." She said, turning back to the door threateningly and counting silently to five.
Those five seconds was all she needed for it to finally dawn on Tony what she had just said. He tossed his head in confusion, processing her words. "What? No!" He exclaimed, taking the remote and turning off the TV. He couldn't let her to leave the room, not in million years.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait..." He jumped out of the bed stark naked, speeding after her.
He pushed the door shut, because she had opened it slightly, pressing himself against her back. He couldn't believe she had really wanted to leave, dressed in just his T-shirt. He breathed in the smell of her hair, feeling as she shuddered when he took her by her elbows from behind. She smiled to herself secretly before he turned her around so she could face him, letting the winning feeling wash over her.
"I'm sorry, OK?" He apologized, caressing her cheek tenderly. He knew that no man would ever exchange a woman he had craved for years for a TV. It had just been his way to distract himself before she had returned from the bathroom. But he'd gotten caught up in the middle of watching the program.
She didn't reply and put on her offended face, turning her head aside so she didn't have to look at him. Sure, it was all just a ruse to provoke him. She just wanted to tease him back. However, it was hard not to think about his naked body right in front of her as he pressed her against the door behind her. She started to love the positions they always found themselves in.
He didn't notice her struggle, though. He was purely focused on what he should do to apologize enough. "Look, the TV is off and I swear I won't touch the remote, again." He assured her, weaving his fingers through her hair in an apologetic gesture, hoping she would at least look at him and give him a sign that she wasn't mad at him.
She just huffed mockingly, crossing her arms across her chest. It was more an action of desperation to prevent him from feeling as her heart jumped up and down because of their closeness. She started to feel hot as the desire for the man she loved started to control her mind. The fact that he had slipped his hands down her waist wasn't helping, either. It was damn hard to pretend to be angry with a man she wanted so much at the moment.
"Come on, what can I do to make you forgive me?" He asked her desperately when she kept refusing to look at him, kneading her muscles and hearing her purr in delight.
Her supposedly hardened expression turned into a wide, mischievous grin. There was only one thing he could do to make her forget about his wrongdoing. Turning her head back to him, she wrapped her hands around his neck. But instead of pulling him down for a kiss, she rubbed her palms across his chest and arms, not getting enough of his sculptured body.
Then, she stood up on her tiptoes, nipping his nose teasingly and kissing him lightly on the lips. "I think you know." She whispered, using the sultry voice of hers that almost made him to lose his mind again.
He chuckled, catching her by her chin and, without hesitation, bending down to seal the forgiving with a passionate kiss. Having had problems with self-control for quite some time, he pushed her against the door. But she didn't seem to mind it as she moaned into his mouth and wrapped her leg around his. He definitely knew what to do to rectify his sin in the form of the keen interest in the TV.
Pushing her more tightly against the door and hooking her leg around his waist, he tried to give her the hint to wrap herself around him so he could take her to the bed. She didn't have any problems comprehending and lightly jumped to get a hold of his body, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist. She could feel his growing erection and, since the moisture in between her legs was giving her crystal clear signs what she wanted, she rocked with her hips to make him finally move.
He unglued her from the door and took the few steps that separated him from the bed, throwing her on it. He immediately followed her, because to give up of her lips was something he just didn't want to do. She kissed him fiercely, wrapping her legs around him again once he had placed his body on top of hers. She couldn't fight the desire anymore, she wanted to be his all over again and make him hers until the end of time.
He understood her impatience very clearly. But before he could lose himself in her completely and focus his mind only on pleasing her, he had to get rid of the barrier in the form of his T-shirt that she had put on. It really looked good on her and, as he'd already mentioned, she sometimes looked sexier when she had clothing on. But it was a barrier to what he desired, so it just had to get out of his way.
His hands found their way to her waist, taking the T-shirt and rolling it up without any hesitation. She broke the kiss, though grudgingly – because she wanted to taste the sweet corners of his mouth as much as she could. Nevertheless, she obediently raised her hands and let him pull the T-shirt over her head, actually glad that the garment was gone and she could feel his body skin on skin.
He threw the T-shirt away, focusing his eyes on her body, caressing her feminine curves. "Definitely prefer you more without it." He repeated his words from earlier, because her naked, divine body was everything he wanted to see until the end of his life.
She purred like a spoilt cat, glad that there were no barriers anymore, because the lust inside her burnt and she didn't want lock anything up inside her. She was free, so it was pointless to keep herself at bay. She wanted to be wild and let the unbridled passion to seize her mind. She wanted to bring the satisfaction to him, to herself and not because she felt the duty, but because she loved him.
Reaching for his head, she pulled him down for a kiss, showing her tongue into his mouth violently, but he didn't protest. He agreed to the never-ending battle of their tongues, twisting them, intertwining them, rubbing them against each other and just enjoying the pleasure. The fresh citrus flavour was long gone but her mouth was just so sweet, so delicious, that he couldn't get enough of it.
She started to claw her nails all over his back which was sending shivers down his spine, in contrast with the heat between their bodies. Her heels dug into his ass, urging him to go further, but he wanted to keep his promise from the afternoon and take things slowly now. They finally had enough time to please each other, explore the secret and hidden places on their bodies that were able to make them go crazy.
He wanted to immerse himself in making love to her, giving it everything he could, because, now, it wasn't about their first time or sating the desire. It wasn't about getting to another level, because for that they still needed time. It was about learning each other's needs, demonstrating their mutual love and declaring it in the way couples usually do. Simply, taking their time to find out what they needed to know and to show their feelings.
He broke the kiss, flooding her jaw with light kisses to assure her that he wasn't done yet. She didn't have any choice but moan, anyway, as he shifted his mouth down to her pulse point. That was already something he didn't need to learn how to handle. He'd already gotten a diploma for how delightfully he was teasing her jugular vein, loving the way he could feel the pumping blood with his lips and tongue.
She sighed and moaned, tilting her head to give him more space, which he used for nipping her earlobe. She shuddered when he whispered into her ear how much he loved her, meeting her with his gaze. It was just a brief moment, but she was looking deep inside his soul. Then, he nipped her other earlobe, making her dig her nails deeper into his skin.
Her heavy breathing, caused by the increasing impatience and need to gratify her desires, made her breasts rub against his chest, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love it. The next target of his mouth, then, was naturally those boobs. Going lower, forcing her to lessen the clench of her legs around his waist, he started taking care of her hardened nipples by flicking his tongue around them.
Kissing and sucking them came soon, one after the other, and she wondered when exactly his tongue had become so skilful, because it was driving her insane. What she didn't realize was that she was about to find out how much skilful his tongue could be. Because when she wasn't happy with only touching him anymore, she registered his erected manhood between their bodies and decided to speed things up a bit. Little did she know that he had a totally different plan.
She rocked her hips, pressed her body tighter to his, clenched her legs around him even more, but he didn't seem to be bothered by any of it. He continued to savour the deliciousness of her breasts as if nothing could ever interrupt him. She huffed in frustration but also moaned in pleasure because he definitely knew how to use his tongue. But, having enough, she grabbed him by his hair and lifted his head to make him look at her.
"Tony, now." She said urgently, looking into his innocent eyes that weren't guiltless at all. He was ignoring her attempts intentionally, she could tell from his relaxed smirk.
He smiled, returning to her face, rubbing his hand from her waist up her body until it reached her hair. His hand buried in her hair, taking her firmly by her skull. Then, he bent down and kissed her, supposedly promising her that he would comply with her wish. Or at least she thought so. She wanted to feel him inside her, she needed to engage her inner muscles and experience the pleasure.
Her surprise was quite evident, then, when he uttered those two words. "No way." He refused to obey, knowing that it hadn't been request but a direct order from her side. But he wasn't done with her, yet. On the contrary, he had just begun his quest in pleasing Ziva David.
At first, she just stared at him in puzzlement until he winked at her, getting back to the bottom part of her body, paying attention to her bellybutton. She banged her head against the mattress, releasing her legs around him and putting them on the bed. Oh great... He had decided to torture her. She didn't have to guess his intentions, but how long she could last, she didn't know.
Not that it mattered to him, anyway. His plan was probably to make her to lose her mind, that was for sure. But she trusted him like to no one else, so she let him to do whatever crossed his mind. And what dirty thoughts they were, she didn't have to guess. She could tell that they both had the same. And what his goal was at the moment was fairly obvious. The only thing she could do was to prepare for the blow.
So, she relaxed her body on the most possible level as he was helping her by massaging her waist, while teasing her bellybutton with his tongue. She jerked with her stomach a few times, because it tickled her, but she managed to relax again. She couldn't look at him and see his head in between her legs. In some strange way, it would send her over the edge, though she didn't know why.
Just staring at the ceiling above her head, she wondered why he was delaying the pleasure. She could feel his feathery kisses on her navel, she knew about his presence down there. Her muscles were stiffening, she could barely control the moisture in between her legs as it dripped in anticipation of his future actions. She had to fight the urge to lock his head on place with her legs.
When nothing was happening, only her thighs were caressed gently, she lifted her head and looked at him. He had apparently been waiting for her to do so, because he was sending her the 'do-you-trust-me-on-this' look. He wanted her permission. She was astonished but she found it sweet. Her decision was clear, so she nodded in agreement, because there was nothing she wanted more at the moment.
He sent her a grateful smile, because her permission was quite important to him. Normally, with any other woman, he wouldn't have been so considerate. But, for some reason, he needed to know that she trusted him completely. Something in him had changed since he had made love to her in the afternoon. Maybe it was because after so long he was making love to a woman he actually and genuinely loved.
When her head hit the mattress again and she gave out a shuddering sigh, he bent down and started planting kisses from the knee pit on her left leg up to her inner thigh. She was getting impatient but she was holding out. She understood that he wanted to take his time at the moment and, after all, she could get her payback later. Which was exactly what she planned to do once he was done.
He repeated the same actions on her right leg, as well, and for the last time he looked into her face, watching as she bit her bottom lip because she could feel his eyes on her. Then, and without hesitation, he stuck out his tongue and thoroughly licked her pussy, gathering all the juices he could. She groaned and arched her back, fighting with herself to keep lying still.
She swore in some foreign language, but which one it was, he didn't know. Definitely not Hebrew, nor English, he could tell that. Not that it interested him since he was pretty much busy with rolling the sweetness of hers in his mouth. And he definitely couldn't have enough. He repeated the same action once again, earning a loud moan from her as she twisted her hands in an attempt to keep it together.
She had truly underestimated his tongue in so many ways. She hadn't had any idea what this little rough thing could do to her. She already felt her body giving in to the pleasure she was experiencing. She was too weak to resist something that was so close, just within an arm's reach. She was surely about to lose her mind. However, she was still sober enough to not beg him to finish the job.
Not that he needed any begging. He was content with his current occupation in between her legs, pleasing her with his mouth. He didn't hesitate to use his tongue in the same way for the third time, teasing her clitoris a bit, to which she responded with a delicious, light scream, digging her nails into the mattress beneath her. Her hips jerked involuntarily, so he put his hands on her waist to keep her in the place.
The upper part of her body twisted in the agony as she tried her best to last as much as she could. It was so hard, though, because his tongue was masterful in its job. She could barely put some coherent sentence together. Everything she wanted to say came out as a shriek or groan without any evident form of a word. She couldn't do anything else but express her satisfaction so vocally. It was just impossible to hold it back.
He just enjoyed what he was doing, using the roughness of his tongue in the most delightful way he could deliver. He recognized that she managed to say his name when he got even cheekier and stuck the tip of his tongue inside her, making her almost tear her hair off. He thought about giving her a little break, but when he stopped for a while, she moaned impatiently, indirectly begging him to continue.
And he did everything he was capable of to bring her what she desired the most. He loved the way her body started to writhe when the orgasm hit her, opening and closing her mouth, letting out those beautiful sounds of pleasure. His tongue was avidly scooping all the juices leaking out of her, prolonging her pleasure as she was sinking deeper and deeper into the pleasant blackness around her.
She recovered quicker this time, but not because she had had enough. On the contrary, she wanted more, and that was the source of her sudden strength. She sat up, looking straight into his face as he savoured the last remnants of her juices in his mouth, sitting up, as well. Her look was all he needed to know that she was overly satisfied, and that made him happy.
She launched herself at him, kissing him with gratitude and passion, moaning when she tasted herself on his tongue. He embraced her, which was a mistake, because she wrapped her body around him tightly, lying back down and taking him with her. Before he could even blink, he found himself on the back as she flipped them over, finally getting on top. It was her time to play.
She broke the kiss for a little while, biting her lip contemplatively, pondering how exactly she should make use of her dominant position. There were a lot of ways how to get her 'payback' but some of them could backfire on her. And she wanted him to lose his mind just as she had lost hers. The difference was that he had to hold out a lot longer than she had, because she definitely wanted to feel him inside her once again.
He brushed her hair out of her face to see her eyes clearly, though her hot breath fanning his face was enough for him to know what she was thinking about. He didn't protest to their current position, and savoured it, tapping his fingers along her sides. Nudging her nose, he tried to kiss her again. But she resisted until she caught his bottom lip between hers and sucked on it gently.
They leisurely proceeded to kiss each other thoroughly, their tongues entangling, exploring the corners of their mouths zealously. Ziva lifted her body up a little, her hand travelling down to Tony's crotch with only one thought on her mind. She didn't try to be inconspicuous. She was letting him know about her intention by sliding her hands across his body, rubbing his skin.
The more she was surprised when his hand shot up, taking her by her wrist and forcing her to halt her movement. She released his lips and looked into his face to find out what he was concerned about. It struck her in an instant, comprehending that he wanted to last as long as possible, too. However, she was experienced enough to know how far she could go and still claim her prize in the end.
"Trust me." She told him with a light chuckle, waiting for him to lessen the grip. But that didn't happen. His face turned serious, locking his gaze with hers intently.
He thought that his action had made her believe that he didn't trust her which, of course, wasn't true. He trusted her more than anyone. He'd entrusted her with his heart a long time ago. "I do." He assured her, trying to show her that his problem was of a different nature. Whatever she had in mind to do with his, well, 'little Tony', it could send him over the edge, and he wanted to end this love-making in traditional way.
She closed her eyes and sighed. It seemed hilarious how they could misunderstand each other even in situations like this. They were both thinking about the same thing, but one of them usually came to a different conclusion. "I know." She told him urgently, showing him that their thoughts were identical. All she was asking for was a little trust to please him and bring him on the edge of sanity, but without the final gratification because she wanted to experience that one with him.
His lips slightly parted in an apology for his inability to comprehend what she had in mind, but he didn't have a chance to say anything, because her lips were on his, kissing him and swallowing his words. He gave in to that, because he was the one in control a few minutes ago and she behaved well, so it was his time to be the obedient one. Besides, he didn't mind it, at all, and found it exciting instead.
The grip on her hand lessened, letting go of her wrist as he put his hands on her back, rather touching her heated skin. She smiled into the kiss, carrying on downwards straight to his crotch. Her fingers didn't hesitate to embrace his manhood, chuckling at the hissing sound he suddenly let out. She used it to her advantage and deepened the kiss, burying his head into the pillow beneath his head.
Another hiss came when she let her hand rub his shaft, stroking it gently. She knew very well how to touch, where to press and how to use her nails. On top of that, she wasn't giving him a chance to breathe properly, always gluing her lips back to his whenever they broke the kiss to inhale. He didn't have a moment to think, he focused all his willpower on holding out and lasting as long as possible.
When she felt she had teased him enough, sensing the raising pulse on the skin of his penis, she released his lips for the last time, opening her eyes and sending him a hungry gaze. He just managed to gulp, knowing very well what was about to come. And since he already knew that she was careful enough to stop with her actions just at the moment he thought he might be losing his mind, he realized he was about to be tortured, as well.
Surrendering to his fate, he gave out a shuddering sigh when she started to suck on his pulse point, currently grazing her nails across the tip of his shaft. He did his best not to move, but his muscles couldn't stand to be still anymore and his hips jerked under her touch. She chuckled in that 'a-little-bit-impatient-aren't-you' way, continuing in her kissing trail down to his chest undisturbed.
Not knowing what to do with his hands, he played with her hair sprawled across his chest as she flicked her tongue around his nipples. She went lower and lower, sticking her tongue inside his belly button. That made him snigger which was quite an unusual sound for him, but she loved it. He gasped as her breasts brushed against his erected manhood, closing his eyes so he wouldn't see it.
She smiled devilishly and sat on her knees, welcoming that he had parted his legs to let her do so. She adjusted her hair so it wouldn't get in her way while pleasing him with her mouth, catching him staring at her. She noticed that he wanted it, but on the other hand, knowing her reputation, he was a little bit afraid of what she might do to him when he would be totally in her mercy.
She sent him an enchanting smile, tapping her nails across his navel, forcing him to snigger once more and making him relax. She understood his worries, being a control freak herself. This situation was easily exploitable, but she didn't have any bad intentions. She just wanted to return the favour and get her little payback. She wouldn't injure him intentionally, only if it was truly needed.
Then, she bent down and licked his whole lenght, making him swear. She repeated it once again, swirling her tongue around the tip. His groan echoed in her ears, loving the sounds he was making. She didn't need anything more to know that she was doing a damn good job. All she wanted for him was to enjoy it, after all. And probably fulfil one of his fantasies.
The fingers of her left hand embraced his manhood to keep it on place while her right one rubbed the skin on his stomach sensually. She opened her mouth fully and swallowed the upper part of his shaft, letting only her lips tease the throbbing skin. She heard him moan, so she did that a few times, preparing him for more. She still had few good tricks in store.
Swallowing him whole, she gently brushed her lips across the sensitive skin, making him embrace his head in an attempt to keep it together. Doing so once again, she sucked on his manhood all the way up, treating him like a lollipop. She had never guessed that he was able to lose himself so much to start moaning like a girl, but here he was. And he didn't feel ashamed because, honestly, he didn't have any chance to think.
If he was a master in using his tongue, she was master in giving a blowjob, he had to admit that. If he hadn't been so good in controlling himself, especially when he was around her, he would have lost it long time ago. She gave him a little break, being a lot more merciful to him than he had been to her. But they both knew that it had been on purpose. After all, they both wanted the same thing. No misunderstanding about that anymore.
When he recovered a bit, and she gained bit strength to continue without losing her mind, as well, she swallowed him again, this time using her tongue to tease him. Her tongue was less rough than his but, still, he thought that his body had caught on fire after what she just did. He literally felt every fibre of his being burning, savouring the pleasure as it clouded his mind.
She pushed the borders of his sanity further, making use of her teeth together with the sucking element of her mouth. He couldn't help but jerk with his hips involuntarily as he clenched the muscles on his butt. He hoped she didn't mind it and got an answer right away when she started to tickle his crotch and his butt, forcing him to relax the muscles and, actually, move his hips again.
She kept leisurely in swirling her tongue all around his manhood while grazing it with her teeth and brushing it with her lips. She felt him wriggling, moaning and groaning, swearing and saying her name, actually almost begging her to stop because he might let it go. Given her experience, she knew how far she could go, though. But it was rewarding to hear the pleading tone and see the imploring gaze he was sending her now and then.
"Kill me." He breathed out hazily, not quite perceiving where he was, with whom and what was happening. He was completely lost in the waves of pleasure she was delivering.
She smiled triumphantly, admitting that she had tortured him enough. After all, even she felt the tugging inside her belly, signalling to her that her body desired to sate the want burning inside her. She released his penis with a last flick of her tongue, watching as he closed his eyes and groaned loudly, raking his hair. She gave a comforting slap to his sides, appreciating his obedient behaviour.
Then, she crawled like a cat back up, kissing him on his lips lightly, seeing his eyes flutter open. "As you wish." She agreed to fulfil his plea with a whisper across his lip, but in her own way and under her terms.
He managed to just gasp, unable to let out any words as she sat down on his crotch, burying his manhood deep inside her wet pussy. He saw her eyes widen at the inexpressible pleasure as she purred like a cat, sending him another smitten look. He opened and closed his mouth in attempt to say something, but it was useless. Words couldn't describe the connection they had.
Their lips joined in a passionate kiss and she slowly started to move her body in waves, building the pleasure for both. Her hands embraced his head, massaging the nape of his neck as she changed the angle like she wanted. She shivered under his touches as he hungrily caressed her body, letting her know that he missed her, no matter how satisfyingly she had been taking care of his gratification. He just needed to feel her.
Although he let her to do whatever she desired, because she totally broke him and he couldn't do anything else but admit his defeat, he couldn't refrain from bucking his hips. Since he hit the sweet spot inside her, she broke the kiss with a loud moan, ceasing her movements to recuperate. Every time she thought it couldn't get more intense, she only sunk deeper to relish in the endless pleasure.
She looked him in the eye, watching his utter fascination over her. She was used to him sending her a look of adoration, but this bordered on goddess-like adoration. She could see the devotion in his eyes and, if it was even possible, she fell for him harder. Her heart opened up to him to completely. He could rip it out of her body and do with it whatever he wanted. Because he would be the only one to have such a privilege.
She bent down to kiss him, but when her lips brushed over his, he thrust into her and she could only moan, absorbing the jolt of electricity that shot through her body. She looked at him, but this time with a reproachful expression, because she saw the amused smirk on his face. Beckoning with her hand, she silently signalled to him that he could roll them over and take the initiative all by himself, if he wished.
He only shook his head in disagreement, a light chuckle escaping out of his mouth over her glare. He knew she didn't mean it. After all, it had been her who had told him that she preferred to be on top a few years ago. So, why not allow to her that when she had already fulfilled one of his fantasies? He could certainly live with the fact that he was the one beneath this sexy, divine body. As he had mentioned earlier – a sight to die for.
She grabbed his head and kissed him fiercely, depriving him of fresh air, but she couldn't care less. Continuing in her wavy moves, she engaged her inner muscles as well, provoking him lose the remaining control he had over himself. She wanted him to thrust into her, to hit the sweet spot inside her, to make her lose it just as she was doing the same for him. She emphasized her request by mirroring her actions with her tongue in his mouth.
To be honest, he didn't need so many impulses. His body acted on its own and soon he joined her in her movements, completely unwittingly. The call of the wild, they say. The realization that he was just a human being, after all, and humans needed to sate the primal need just as every mammal and every animal in general. Besides, he loved this woman and she loved him. There was nothing he would trade it for.
In a few minutes, their slick bodies glittered with sweat, their kisses were interrupted more and more often with the need to take a deep breath as they moved in harmonious sync, trying to reach the blissful heaven. It wasn't hard, but they both wanted to savour the feeling of being together so much that they fought with letting it go. It was just the need to express the love for each other, to bring their best and show how deep their feelings were.
The end was near, and Ziva was the first one to yield. Releasing his lips, she moaned as the orgasm hit her, together with the unimaginable wave of heat, collapsing on his chest. Tony went right after her because hearing her moan like that was too much for him to bear. He started to spill his semen helplessly into her, grabbing her by her head because he needed some firm support.
She didn't mind he was tugging at her hair, because her mind was totally blacked out by the pleasure she was experiencing and she knew that he was going through the same emotions. She couldn't even describe what she loved the most about making love to him, considering that it had been just the third time. But damn, she couldn't get enough of it. If it weren't for the fact that they had to attend a wedding in the morning, she would make love to him all night, the next morning, all day, all week, all month, even the whole year. She would never get bored of it.
His thoughts were similar because for all he cared, he could stay in this room with her forever. It just felt so good and so right to be with her. It was exactly what he had dreamt about. But it also wasn't anything like he had imagined it. It was ten thousand times better. His fantasies and his wishes could never compare to the reality. Being with the love of his life was something nothing could ever beat.
He lifted her face after he stopped seeing stars and got lost for a moment in the shining pool of pure love. It was an expression he would never forget, ever, in his life because, despite her broad inventory of smitten looks, this one was the most genuine, most candid and most hearty. He could feel her heart beating erratically and the speed matched his own. This was profound, true love.
They leaned in simultaneously, kissing each other unhurriedly, thoroughly enjoying it. It naturally felt better and better by each passing second. Eventually, she broke the kiss and lightly caressed his face, getting off of him. She reached for the sheets that were just next to her, as Tony had thrown them away when he had jumped out of the bed earlier, and threw them across their warm, exhausted bodies.
This time, it wasn't for making a barrier so they would stop touching each other and titillating one another. She wanted to snuggle with him and the homely feeling included sheets as well. Turning on her side, she flung one of her legs across his, put one of her hands around his torso and lay her head down on his chest. He embraced her with a wide smile, feeling content with the way she nestled against him. This was a definition of 'homely'.
The End of Chapter 22
Well, what to say after this... I hope you like it? I know there's not too much dialogue involved (as if it was needed, they understand each other without words), but I hope you enjoyed it. Hope you are not disappointed.
Next chapter is in progress, wait for it two or three weeks. :) Work is being stressful lately. There are so many things I have to learn and handle, it's quite tiring. But work is work, it needs to be done.
Hope you will have a nice rest of July and I firmly hope we will see each other soon! :) Thanks for all the support you are giving me, I love you for that.