Undercovers
Chapter 2
"You're more beautiful then I imagined." Tony says, licking his lips.
"How long have you been imagining me naked?" Ziva asks as she undoes the buttons on Tony's shirt.
"Quite often, in fact." He says as he takes his shirt off and starts to undo his pants.
"Ziva… After that one time in the—Is this still okay?" Tony asked.
Ziva replied with pulling off his boxers and dropping down on her knees. Tony moaned as Ziva slipped his cock into his mouth. "Tony… You are hard." She says suddenly pulling out.
"I think about you a lot..." He groans. Ziva quickly pulls him around her then pushes him onto the bed. "I'm in control now." She snickers.
Ziva slides out her knife and licks it a bit, bringing a moan from Tony. "Here are the rules, Tony. Firstly, You do as I say." Tony nods.
"You stay completely still, mostly because I will end up cutting you if you do not." She smiles, flicking her tongue across the blade. "And lastly, do not use my name. I am Sophie for now Jean Paul." She finishes with a smile.
She lowers herself on top of him, bringing a slight moan. She starts meticulously shaving every inch of disgusting hair from his body. Tony writhes the first time the cold steel touches his skin, instantly drawing blood. Ziva sighs as she continues moving the blade around his chest until it is handsomely bare. She moves to his underarms and quietly slides him on to his back, which was uncomfortable due to his extreme boner. She makes quick work of his back and ass then slowly works to the more… sensitive areas. She slips the knife down at an angle on his pubic area, not near the penis though. This actual brings arousal from Tony. "So you like this then, Tony… The sense of danger and nearing pain…" she whispers in his ear then slides back down to finish his pubic areas. She looks at the muscles that all the hair was hiding. He is a hottie.
Tony couldn't resist this anymore. The hard part about being with Ziva is her overpowering dominance over him. He hated this submissive way of sexual tendencies and decided to fight back. He took a wild chance while she was standing in a bit of a daze and leapt up to slip his finger into a common sweet spot on women.
Ziva instantly melts in his arms. She is almost paralyzed by the sheer pleasure Tony has struck. Tony smiles and does his little chuckle. "Not so tough now, Ziva." He whispers in her ear hotly. "The killer assassin from Mossad isn't so tough when I have her in my control." Tony growls.
He flicks around inside her while maintaining perfect control over her body. He laid her carefully on the bed where he started into her. Her walls were tight. She was pushing into him, her dominant personality regaining power now. They suddenly found a perfect, almost musical, rhythm together. They swayed into each other. There was no clash, no stop, no fight, just perfect hot sweat sex and love. The sheets rolled as they swung into different positions, moaning, kissing, fucking. Then they had it, their climax so terribly powerful that it was one to be reckoned with. Soon they found themselves lying on one another. Sweaty, sexy, and intertwined with each other.
