Enjoy...
Tony woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon. He was hungry, painfully hard again, and still clutching Ziva's silk robe. He found himself irrationally angry that she was making breakfast. He gripped and stroked himself, quickly coming thinking of Ziva and that perfect ass.
He felt much better when he descended the stairs and found Ziva fully dressed. She hovered over the stove cooking eggs and bacon.
"Good morning." He chimed. He was feeling much friendlier towards her. He took a seat at the kitchen island and Ziva served him breakfast.
"Did I leave my robe in your room last night?" Tony's cock twitched remembering what he'd used it for, twice.
Then he noticed Ziva's bag by the front door. "Umm Ziva?" he asked, looking at the bag.
"I am going to leave today." She told him. "It is obvious that you do not want me here." She said sadly.
A wave of guilt slammed into Tony. He'd been a complete ass to her. "Ziva, I'm so sorry. I don't want you to leave. I really want you here." He realized the truth of his words as he said them. "I need you here." It was his problem if he couldn't stop lusting over her. She'd made it clear that they were only friends, and he wanted his friend here. He'd probably been imagining her seduction of him, and he felt petty. He swallowed his pride and looked up at Ziva. "Please." He asked. "Please stay. Don't make me beg." He gave her his best puppy dog eyes.
After he carried Ziva's bag back upstairs and gotten over himself, the mood between then changed considerably. They started having fun. Tony let go of his anger and started to enjoy their connection. He showed Ziva around the entire house, brought her down to the ocean to dip their feet in the cold water, and asked for her help to open up the house for the summer. He and Ziva made up four guests rooms for the NCIS team that would be coming out this weekend. They put clean sheets on the beds, fresh towels in the bathrooms, and Ziva even insisted on leaving a few bottles of water in each bathroom. Tony teased Ziva about her domestic prowess, and they tossed vegetables between one another as they prepared lunch. Ziva was smiling and laughing, and Tony felt the best he had since this whole mess had begun.
They sat down to share a lunch of heirloom tomatoes and fresh mozzarella. They both loved it, and neither could seem to get enough. They both wanted it again, even though they'd had this same combination at dinner the night before.
They sat on the porch eating plateful of the dinner they'd made together as they watched sun set. Tony has suggested it. He couldn't help his eyes from wandering to her face. Something about the tone of her skin was incredible bathed in the colors of the sunset. He couldn't help himself from watching her.
They cleaned up the kitchen and Ziva filled Tony's glass of wine.
"Tony," she said locking him in a heavy stare, "I think we should…talk." She stumbled over the last word, and then held her breath waiting for his reply.
Tony took a deep breath. He knew this was coming, but in that moment he changed his mind about letting her off the hook and asked innocently, "about what?"
"Us." Ziva said softly.
"Okay. Anything in particular?" Tony asked lightly. He still wasn't ready to forgive her for Adam. If she wanted to dredge it all up she was going to have to face her mistakes, and he wasn't going to help make it easy on her.
"About Berlin, and what we are…" she let her words hang in the air looking to Tony for guidance.
"Ok Ziva. Say what you need to say."
"I have been really impressed with how you have handled things. I know that I hurt you and it means a lot to me that you accepted my apology."
God, for a woman so intelligent she could be so dense sometimes. How could he make her understand how he was feeling? An idea hit him like a bolt of lightning.
He let out a dramatic sigh and started the game. "It might have something to do with some guilt of my own." Tony stared down at his hands and played the part. He couldn't look her in the eye. She'd know he was lying if he did. "I know I should have told you this, but it happened before Berlin…"
"Tell me what?" her voice was bolder, and she didn't hide her suspicion.
"I didn't tell you because it didn't matter anymore. I'd made my decision…"
"Tony," she urged him to get to the point.
He stared straight down at his hands and rattled off his next words in a stream. "Jeanne came back and she asked me to choose. She wanted to give us another shot. She said it had to be all or nothing. I could either have her, or NCIS. We spent a single night together, but then I chose to go to Berlin with you." Tony finished his stream of words and looked to Ziva's face for her reaction.
Tony watched the transformation happen right in front of his eyes. Realization hit her hard and Ziva's stomach dropped to the floor. Next came the nausea. Then betrayal sank in its teeth, and the ache tightened her chest. Betrayal fought jealousy in a violent bout. Both were so weakened by the fight that pain gained top ground flashing back at him from her eyes. Then came anger and hurt. They just lingered, ping ponging around inside, shredding her from within.
"Why did you keep this from me?" she accused him. The combination of anger and hurt left her words with a bitter taste.
He watched her travel through the onslaught of emotions with a stoic, blank face. "Because it didn't happen," he enunciated each words to draw them out and make it very clear. "I would have told you." He watched her closely catching the split second she realized what he'd just done. He laughed once, and his voice switched flippant. "Now I think you have a better idea of how I felt." He'd meant to keep his words casual, but he gave up midway through and let the hurt echo through.
Anger and hurt; it seemed like you couldn't have one without the other.
He watched the emotions flash across her face in a progression.
"I would have understood why you did not tell me," she justified.
"Would you?" he begged her to tell him the truth.
Her eyes flashed down. "No." she admitted to him as hurt took its hold on her. "I would have been very angry. And very hurt. There is no way I can correct my mistake. I cannot fix this." Her lips started to twitch and she knew tears weren't far behind. It hurt to watch Ziva hate herself.
There they were again, hurt and anger. They were never far apart, yet never at the same place at the same time and never on the same page. It was the story of their lives. Well, their relationship, at least.
"Ziva, I can't take this anymore. It's too hard. I've always been able to keep you at arm's length. We've both done that. Then Berlin happened, and I thought…you told me that you were ready to give us our shot."
"I am so sorry Tony. Is this beyond repair? I will do anything."
"Okay. I need you to give me something." He waited for her to nod her head in agreement. "I want one honest night. Tonight."
"What do you mean by that?" she asked nervously.
"What I mean is that for tonight I will answer any question you ask me with honesty, and in return I ask that you answer any questions I have for you."
"I am always honest with you Tony," she argued, a bit defensive.
"Not like that." He tried to explain because he understood why she misunderstood what he was asking for. "I know we don't lie to each other, and I trust you with my life. But we are terrible when it comes to speaking honestly about the things that actually matter. We've never been able to talk about anything real. As close as we are, we've still somehow managed to avoid ever having an honest conversation about how we feel about each other."
"And there is a reason for that Tony." She warned him.
"I know. And those have been damn good reasons. But…" he took a deep breath and composed himself, "it's time. One night of complete honesty. I'm as scared as you are. But we can't put this off any longer. I want to say everything I need to say tonight. I want to be completely honest with you. And what I'm asking…" he emphasized his words drawing them out to be absolutely clear, "is for you to answer every question I ask you with complete honesty."
"There is a reason why we have not gone here, Tony. It is the reason why we are still friends. We cannot go back after this."
"Why not?" he asked with a shrug. "We already went there, Ziva. That's why I'm proposing this single night of absolute truth. I'm fully aware that I may be the one hurt by this. But I can't go on anymore without this. It's been eight years, and our 'relationship'," Tony air quoted the word with his fingers, "has worked for us, until now."
"But it does not work anymore." She made the sad statement. "I have ruined whatever it is we have. Can you deny that?"
"That's not what I'm getting at." He saw the utter dejection she was feeling and needed her to understand what he was saying. "I can go on as we were before. I can cherish our friendship and leave it at that. We can be as we've always been." He lied.
She looked up at him with a bit of hope. "But…? I sense there is a catch. What is the 'but'?"
"I need you to give me this night. I can't go on any longer until I say what I need to say. And I need you to answer every question I ask you honestly. I need you not to run from this. I can go back to the way we've always been, but only after I've said my peace and gotten some answers from you."
"What if I do not have the answers?"
"I'm not going to ask you the meaning of life." He said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood.
She managed a weak smile back at him. "But I know you will ask me how I feel about you, and what I want between us, and I do not know. I fear I will not have any of the answers to your questions."
"Well I need this." He states bluntly. "I need to talk, and I need you to give me answers. Can you at least promise me that you'll listen, and not run away? I know this scares you, but it's not easy for me either."
"I will do my best. I fear that you will hate me after tonight. But I will try."
"How about this," he offered. "You promise to sit here and talk to me, and I promise to be your friend tomorrow. Tomorrow we can pretend this night never happened, forget everything either of us says or does. This is a night of freedom. When we wake up tomorrow, this night never happened. Tonight you and I can say anything we've been too scared to say before. No strings attached tonight." He knew this couldn't be true. But she needed to hear this promise.
"So anything that happens tonight we can forget?"
"Anything. Anything we say or do never happened. Maybe we'll fight, or maybe we'll end up killing a hobo. Whatever it is, it never happened." He smiled at her. "I think chances of us murdering of a hobo are pretty low, but even we do, it never happened." He winked at her.
Ziva rolled her eyes at him, but gave in and smiled. "Okay," she agreed.
Tony knew there was a good chance she might bolt as soon as he started talking, but there was nowhere else for them to go from here. He needed answers, and he needed to talk. He'd go back to pretending tomorrow, but this night was going to change him irrevocably. He was prepared for that.
He spoke in a gentle soothing voice to reduce her chance of running away in panic. "You know how long I've been waiting for you Ziva. In Berlin, why did you want it to happen then? I gave you every opportunity to stop, but you told me it was finally our time. I asked about your relationship with Adam, only hours before. And it's not that I don't understand how it happened with him, because I do. I think it was a bad decision, but I understand how it happened."
He gave her a few moments before he started speaking again.
"But why would you do that to me? Why wait all this time if you only wanted sex? I would have gladly done that years ago. I'll gladly do it right now, and we'll both enjoy it. Why did we wait all these years if it was only for sex?"
"You know why, Tony."
"I know why I waited. Why…did…you?" He made his question as clear as possible.
Ziva was ready to bolt. He could tell. She wasn't expecting this conversation to become so real so quickly. She deflected a question back at him. "Why are you still here Tony? Why do you still care? Why have you not given up on me yet?" She was desperately trying to evade his eyes, and she was nervously moving around in her seat.
"Because I love you!" Tony's yelled back to her.
Ziva's head snapped around to look at him. Fear filled her eyes.
Tony smiled and said it again, more softly, to her. "Ziva, I love you." He laughed at how wonderful it felt to say. Finally saying those three words out loud to her. Saying this in complete sincerity and honesty lifted so much weight off him he felt like he might simply float away.
"Why? How can you still love me after all I have done?" Tears were welling up in Ziva's eyes as they dropped back to the floor.
Tony walked over to Ziva and knelt in font of her chair. He took her hand and spoke gently. "Don't you get it yet, Ziva? I will always love you. It's not a choice for me, it just is." Tony felt incredibly light at this moment because he knew exactly how he felt. "The question Ziva, is if you love me?"
Ziva's lip started to quiver and he could tell she was going to lock back up.
"Ziva," he tried to snap her out of her head. "Look at me. Whatever your answer is will be ok with me."
"What if I do not know." She was starting to unravel.
"Ziva, relax. Tonight is about honesty. And that was an honest answer. Just keep talking to me."
"If I say the wrong thing than I might ruin everything." Sheer terror filled her eyes.
"No, you won't. Come here." He dragged Ziva up by the arm and grabbed her around the waist pulling her up against him. "Tonight we can do and say anything."
She buried her head in his chest. "I do not understand. I do not how to do this. I…"
"…don't know how to loved." He finished her thought for her.
She was scared. "What do I do? How can I do something that I do not know how to? I want to let you in. I just do not know how."
"You let me help you. I know how strong you are. You've proven that. You've proven that you can take care of yourself, and that you don't need anyone. But to be loved…you have to want it."
He gave Ziva a moment to let his words sink in.
"Just because you can take care of yourself, doesn't mean you have to do it alone. I know you don't need me, but do you want me?"
"I have been trying so hard Tony. I do not understand why I cannot make myself open up to you."
"You're scared."
"I am terrified."
"And you don't believe that I love you."
"No one could love me. Not if they truly know me."
"I know you."
"If you did then you would not love me." Her logic was twisted.
Tony watched Ziva hating herself in his arms. He knew her so well. Ziva had built a fortress. She was heavily guarded by thick walls, and a moat guarding her against the outside world. The only way to ensure that she was protected was to keep the gates locked, the walls guarded, and the moat deep. Anyone she let into her world could hurt her. They could infiltrate her defenses and attack when she was vulnerable. The most dangerous people were the ones who gained your trust, and learned your secrets, only to come back later with reinforcements, using all their intimate knowledge to attack you.
Ziva had been raised constantly told that letting anyone in left you weak, and open to attack. Giving away any of your secrets also left you open to attack. It was safer to always keep your defenses up, and to keep others out. But, was it worth protecting an empty castle? If no one was inside, what were you even protecting? Ziva had been locked up her entire life. She didn't trust anyone inside, especially not roaming around unescorted. If she lets anyone in it would only be for the official tour of carefully prepared sights.
She was so scared. A fragile heart wrapped in a lethal package. She needed that outside armor because her heart was so delicate. She kept everyone out to protect that beautiful heart. She didn't think her heart could handle another attack. Ziva knew what it felt like to be betrayed, tortured, lied to, used, and hurt. She didn't know what it felt like to be loved, unconditionally. And it's easier to stick to the things you know. At least then you know what to expect.
"Please give up on me. Please stop loving me. It is the only way I can make sure I do not hurt you." Ziva's voice was wavering, and growing unsteady.
"It doesn't work that way. You don't get to decide who I love. You can't protect me by shutting me out." He explained softly to her.
"What if I mess up and I end up hurting you? I do not want to hurt you. If we never go there then I cannot mess it up. It is the only way to be certain of that."
"That's not true Ziva." He guided her to take a seat and sat across from her. "Keeping each other away is hurting us both. We can do one of two different things. We can stay friends and only friends. Maybe one day I'll meet someone else I can love. But I will always wonder what we could have been. Our second option is to give this a shot. I've told you how I feel about you. Those feelings were there whether or not I admitted them to you tonight. The question, is whether you love me."
"If we stay friends then I have you for life." She justified taking the safe road.
"No, you won't Ziva. If I fall in love with another woman I will give you up for her." Tony was completely honest with her.
"We cannot stay friends?" She asked, letting panic creep into her words.
"No."
"Why not?" Panic had taken over.
"Because I wouldn't do that to her. If I loved another woman the way that I love you, I couldn't spend time with you."
"Why not? How do you know that?" She begged him to explain.
"Because it wouldn't be fair to her. And I wouldn't do it to you." Tony spoke calmly. His words were honest.
"What if I mess up and lose you? What if we do not work?"
"I can't guarantee we will work. I cannot promise that if we try this you won't lose me. But if we don't try you do lose me." He let it all out.
"What happens if once I let you in I cannot live without you?" She told him her worst fear.
"That won't happen." He had utter confidence behind his words.
She looked up at him, begging him to explain.
"We went there Ziva, then you screwed it up." He didn't say this as an accusation. It was simply a matter-of-fact statement. "And here you are, still alive and proving that you'll be able to go on."
"I am so sorry Tony." She pleaded to him. "I thought I needed Berlin. You had become too important to me. I needed you too much. I was scared I could not function if I gave myself to you and then lost you. I was selfish. I am so sorry."
"I feel like you took something from me in Berlin. I feel like you stole a piece of me." He confessed to her.
Ziva stood and took a few steps backwards to put some space between them. She reached down to hem of her shirt and lifted it up and off her body. She tossed it on the floor. She reached back and unhooked her bra, removing it and tossing it down. She undid her pants and let them fall to the floor. She inched her underwear down and stepped out of them and her pants leaving her completely naked in front of Tony. Tony stared at her in shock.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Please." Ziva said to him. "Take it back. Whatever I took from you, take it back."
"You can't fix everything with sex Ziva. Maybe I don't want to fuck you."
"Then just watch me."
Ziva brought her hands to her breasts and started to massage them. Then she moved a hand down between her legs to rub circles into her clit.
Tony was frozen in place. It was one thing to abstain from any action, but he couldn't stop watching her. Ziva sat back on the table and spread her legs wide for Tony exposing her core to him. She lay back as far as she could while still keeping her eyes trained on Tony. She snaked a hand between her legs and circled her fingers over her clit. Tony's eyes were glued to her hand. He couldn't turn away.
She brought her other hand between her legs and pulled her lips apart to spread her core for Tony to see. She moaned as she rocked her hips slightly. Ziva pushed a finger inside herself. She arced her back off the table and took her finger deeper. "I would prefer if you were doing this."
"That's not going to happen." Tony told her, still unable to tear his eyes from the show she was putting on for him.
"Then I will have to pretend that you are the one touching me. Your fingers are larger than mine." She inserted two more of her fingers inside of her and rocked her hips against them to take them in further. Ziva moaned and rocked her hips. "Your fingers would feel so much better." Tony shifted in his chair. He was growing painfully stiff and uncomfortable in his pants.
"Is there anything you want me to do to myself?" Ziva asked him calmly.
Tony paused, fighting off his urge to participate. "Put something inside yourself." He gave up on his fight. And he justified that he still wasn't really participating.
"What? What do you want me to use?"
Tony looked around the kitchen. He walked to the counter and removed a whisk from a container of cooking wares. The handle of the whish was smooth metal. It was thick and long. He brought it to Ziva and placed it on her stomach before sitting back down in his chair. "Put the end inside of you. And make yourself come."
Ziva took the whisk and brought it between her legs to press it inside herself. Tony lunged towards her and grabbed her wrist. "No. Don't do that." He took the whisk from her hand and sat back down to watch her. "Make yourself come."
Ziva sat up and swung herself off the table. She sat straddling Tony's lap. She rocked herself against the bulge in Tony's pants. "This is how I will come. I need your help."
Ziva brought a hand to her breast and massaged the peak out of her nipple. She grabbed Tony's head and held it so that his mouth hovered directly above the now softened skin. Tony's tongue flicked out of his mouth and he watched as that small touch hardened her nipple into a tight peak. She rubbed her other breast soft and held it in front of Tony's mouth. He couldn't fight any more and latched his mouth onto her breast. Tony sucked, and circled his tongue around her nipple feeling it harden into another tight point.
"Again." Tony asked.
Ziva worked her first nipple soft again and Tony gently ran his teeth over her skin holding the sensitive peak between his teeth. She prepared the next breast and Tony moved his tongue back and forth across it until it formed that perfect peak.
Ziva took Tony's hand and showed him how to massage the peak out of her nipple. He was hypnotized watching it harden each time he put his mouth on her.
"Take it back Tony." She said to him.
Tony froze and brought his face to meet her eyes. "I've never wanted to take anything from you Ziva. I only want what you freely give to me."
Ziva stared back at him, finally understanding what he meant. She stood up and took Tony's hand. She pulled him up out of his seat and with her as she walked to the stairs. He followed her, he couldn't help himself.
Ziva led Tony to his room. "I am ready. I am ready to give myself to you. Tony I want you. I want this. Please."
"You've got to tell me everything you want me to do." Tony smiled deviously at her. "In graphic detail."
"Will you do the same for me? At a different time." She asked him. She felt confident, and sure of her decision.
"Maybe."
"Kiss me." She said boldly to him. She pressed her lips against his.
She broke their kiss. "Put your hands on me."
"Where?" he asked. She lifted both of Tony's arms and placed one of his hands on each of her breasts.
"What do you want me to do?" His breath was growing heavy.
"Brush your thumbs over my nipples. Ziva moaned when Tony's thumbs brushed over her nipples and they hardened to tight peaks. "I want your mouth there." Ziva snaked her hand around Tony's head and into his hair guiding his head down to her breast. She moaned again and gripped his hair tight in her fist as he closed his mouth around her. "Your so good with your mouth. I am so wet already. I love it when you flick your tongue." Ziva hissed as he started to flick her nipple with his tongue. "It feels so good." She almost ripped Tony's hair from his scalp as she gripped it tighter. "Please put your arms around me. I want you to pull me into your mouth." Ziva groaned in bliss as Tony wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her into his mouth. "Put one hand on my ass. Suck on me Tony. And I love it when you run it against your teeth. That feels so good." Ziva's eyes slid closed and she moaned into the sucking of Tony's mouth. "The other one Tony." She pulled his head to her other breast. "It hurts between my legs. I need you there now."
Tony lifted his head from her breast to look her in the eye. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do. And tell me how it feels."
"I want you to feel how wet it am. Please kiss my neck." She took one of Tony's hands and moved it between her legs. "Slide your fingers back and forth over me. Push a finger into me. Deeper." Ziva was rocking her hips onto Tony's hand desperate to relieve the pressure deep inside her. "I need you deeper Tony." She begged him.
Tony picked Ziva up and carried her to the bed. He lay her down and looked at her greedily. He smiled dangerously. "What were you saying you wanted me to do?" he asked slyly.
"Put a finger in me." Ziva ordered. "No, Two!" Tony worked two fingers into Ziva. "Deeper. Deeper. Spread them apart." She cried out. "That feels so good. Move them around, please! Tony, I need more. Use your other hand too. Put more inside me." Tony snaked his other arm between her legs, coming from the ground up. He inserted a finger from that hand to join the others already circling inside her. "Yes. That feels so good. The two fingers on top, bend them and press up." Ziva yelled as Tony pressed up on the deep wall inside of her. "That feels amazing. Press and release."
Ziva's breathing was coming in hitched gasps now. "Deeper Tony." She pushed her body down to press his fingers further into her. "Oh god yes. Faster Tony. Faster and harder. I am close." Ziva's body jerked and she came around his fingers. "Turn your fingers around. Do the same to my bottom wall." Tony started to press and Ziva's eyes rolled into the back of her head. "I love this." Ziva didn't last long before she came again for him.
"Now what do you want me to do?" His voice was primal.
"I want your mouth on me." Her words were an order. And Tony loved it.
"You'll need to be more specific," Tony teased her with a devious smile.
"I want your tongue inside me." She smiled at him as Tony dipped his head between her legs and thrust him tongue where his fingers had just been. "You are so good with your tongue. Please push it deep. Oh god Tony. Please, now my clit." Tony moved his mouth up to latch onto the bud between her legs and Ziva let out a loud gasp as the muscled in her stomach contracted.
Tony lifted his mouth off of her so he could speak. "Tell me exactly what you like Ziva."
"Flick your tongue like you did on my nipple. Just like that. Put my legs over your shoulders." Ziva's head fell back at the perfect feeling of Tony's tongue working her. "Your tongue is so talented. I love your tongue. Run your teeth over me." Ziva cried out when Tony ran his teeth over her swollen knot. "Work your tongue into it that way you do, into the most sensitive part. I love it when you do that. It makes me crazy." Tony wiggled his tongue into her sensitive bud and Ziva yelled and squeezed his head between her thighs. "Right there. Keep going there." Her voice was coming between heavy, rapid breaths. "Put your fingers in me to. Do the same thing you did deep inside me." Tony slipped two fingers back into her and started to pulse on that spot on her bottom wall. "You are so good at this." Ziva's fingers were tightly wrapped in his hair and pulling his head to her. "I am so close again. That feels so good. Faster Tony. Yes. Yes!" Ziva's gripped his hair in tight fists as her body tensed and she came yet again for him. Tony kept working both spots as she convulsed for him as waves of pleasure shot through her. Tony continued his harsh assault until she was writing under him, then he slowly let up his intensity into gentle touches. Ziva sighed in pleasure. "Tony." She said in a blissful voice. "That felt so good."
When Tony lifted his face from between her legs he was met with a vacant, dopey smile from Ziva. Her eyes were heavy and she was purring to him. She lifted a hand to cup his cheek and flashed him a wide smile. "Is that all you want?" Tony dared her.
"As much as I would love to curl up against you for a nap, I know I would regret it later. Take off all your clothes, now." Tony stripped as fast as he could. He kneeled back between Ziva's legs. "Kiss my stomach," she asked with a smile. Tony placed kisses on the spots on her tummy that he knew drove her crazy. Then he grabbed one hipbone and bit down on the other. Ziva yelled out and her hands went back into his hair. "Tony, my nipples again, please." His mouth moved to flick her already sensitive nipples, which hardened before he even reached them. "I need you in me. Please. Now."
"I am going to need you to be much more specific." Tony gave her a naughty smile, which she returned with one of her own.
"You should check if I am I wet enough?" she asked him coyly. Tony slid a finger along her lips between her legs.
He smiled before bringing it to his mouth and sucking it from base to tip. "You taste so good."
"Position yourself over me." Ziva smiled and purred as she felt him right over her opening. She slid his length up and down her slick folds. She smiled deviously at him. "In Berlin you stretched me so wide." She saw a thin veil of sweat forming on Tony's brow. She liked toying with him, and she wanted to make it great for him. "I have never been with a man as thick as you." She continued to slide his tip up and down her lips. "I love that first thrust when your size invades me."
The sweat was beading heavy on Tony's forehead now. "How do you want it now?" he asked between clenched teeth.
Ziva placed a hand out to stop Tony from pushing into her. "I want to feel you shock and stretch me. I want you to thrust all the way into me. I want to feel my teeth rattle. I want you to brace my shoulders so you can pound yourself into me. Hard. Push as far in as you can."
The beads of sweat were growing larger and Tony was grinding his teeth now. Ziva took the hand holding Tony back and spread both of her arms out to her sides lying in a cross. Tony brought both his hands to Ziva's shoulders to brace her body against his thrust. He raised his eyebrows to ask her permission a final time.
Tony yelled as he thrust into her with all the force he could muster. Ziva cried out at the wonderful shock of him filling her. Ziva grabbed Tony's forearm tightly.
"Did that hurt?" Tony asked with concern. She was so tight.
"Yes." Ziva smiled. "But in a good way." Ziva rocked her hips on Tony. "You are bigger than I remember."
"Is that a compliment? Or should I be offended?"
"It is a compliment."
"Do you want me to stop?" Tony was still concerned that he'd hurt her. She was so tight, and he'd just slammed his full length into her.
Ziva smirked. "Do not dare. Put my legs over your shoulders." Tony looked unsure, but he lifted her legs up to rest on his shoulders. "Hold me and pull me in. I want you deep." He hesitantly put a hand back on each of her shoulders and pulled her body to him. "Harder Tony. I want you deeper." She sighed and he gripped her body and pushed his cock deeper into her. Ziva wanted to wipe the concern off Tony's face. "You feel so good in me. I want you pressed deep into me." Ziva circled her hips into his groin. "You feel so good. I have wanted you inside me for so many years. I have fantasized about it. No one else has ever felt as perfect as you do inside me. Push into me. Move in me. Fuck me as hard as you can."
Tony stopped his movement and locked eyes with Ziva. "That's what you want? You want me to fuck you as hard as I can?" He asked with an edge to his voice.
"I want you to enjoy this as much as possible."
"And you think that slamming into you as hard as I can is what will make me feel the best?"
"Is that not what men like the most?" Her question was completely genuine.
"Not with you. Not for me with you."
"I want to watch you feel as good as possible inside of me."
"Then hard isn't how I want it." He took Ziva's legs from his shoulders and picked her up to place her further into the center of the bed. He covered her body with his.
"What do you want?" She asked him. Her eyes broke his heart. She really was trying.
"You. Give yourself to me. Are you ready to do that Ziva?"
"Yes. Everything I have. All I can give."
"Then do it now." He asked of her.
Tony leaned his head down and captured Ziva's lips. He kissed her so softly that it was barely a whisper. Electricity danced between their lips that drew a strangled gasp from Ziva. And she gave herself completely to him. It terrified her what she felt. The intensity was overwhelming, and their lips were barely touching. Tony started to move slowly and gently in and out of her. Her head fell back onto the mattress with the sensation. She'd never given herself to another person. She'd fucked, and she'd had plenty of sex, but this was something else.
Her eyes squeezed closed as she felt Tony inside of her. What she felt now made her feel like she'd been numb until this point in her life. It was incredible.
"Open your eyes. Look at me." He coaxed her.
Ziva opened her eyes to look at Tony. She was terrified. She had no control over this pleasure. She looked desperately into Tony's green eyes.
"Ziva, you're okay." He stroked her cheek. "I promise you're okay with me. Let me in. Give me more.". He snaked one arm beneath her neck and held her to him. He rocked slowly inside her.
Ziva made a foreign noise as she gave herself completely to Tony and to the moment. She bit her lip and drew blood. Tony held her close and tasted the metallic liquid on Ziva's lips. He placed his mouth carefully over the open cut she's bit into her own flesh and gently sucked and licked her blood into his own mouth.
Ziva let out a whimper as her body gave in and relaxed under Tony. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling his mouth to her as she shifted internally, emotionally and physically. Something inside Ziva relaxed aside and Tony's cock slid more than an inch deeper inside her. He pulled back for a moment in shock as Ziva yelled out his name. She gripped him tighter into her, and pulled his mouth back to her bloody lip as the world around her disappeared in to a blur.
"Tony." She pleaded. As she gripped his body to hers. Her voice had changed and neither recognized her tone.
He panicked and tried to pull away from her. "Ziva, are you okay?"
She wrapped her legs around Tony's waist and pulled him deeper inside of her. He looked her in the eye and felt like he was seeing Ziva for the first time. He saw truth, vulnerability, and trust. He realized she was coming. He locked back on to her bloody lip and rocked deep inside her hitting a spot he'd never been able to reach. She'd given this to him.
"Please do not stop," she pleaded to him.
He held her body as close as possible and pulsed his cock against the spot that was unraveling her. He felt moisture lubricate her insides. He had no idea what this was, but Ziva was still coming, and it was incredible. Heat exploded from her core and she squeezed his cock in waves.
Ziva felt like she could explode as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed from a spot deep in the center of her body out to her extremities. Her fingers and toes tingled with warmth. And this didn't stop. She kept on coming. Nothing she'd felt before compared to the sensations overwhelming her body now. She'd never felt more alive. She'd never felt more of anything…ever. And the waves kept going on and on. The world disintegrated around her. They were the only people in the world. She felt like the blood from her lip started flowing freely as if her body wanted to give even more to Tony. Heaven.
"Tony. Come into me." She asked. Her voice was calm.
Tony exploded impossibly deep inside of her. Ziva screamed as the feeling of his shot sent her even higher into oblivion. Tony came and came, and Ziva screamed with every stream he pumped into her. No high had ever lasted this long. When this finally ended, neither Tony nor Ziva could move from the other's arms. The only movement was the trembling of Ziva's body. It could have been an hour, or only a few minutes, before the world started to make sense again. Ziva looked into Tony's eyes. Neither of them knew what had just happened. She nuzzled into his neck. Tony wrapped himself around Ziva's trembling body and they stayed that way. Tony fell asleep with his softening cock still buried deep inside her. He's never been happier, and Ziva had never felt safer.
This is a fictional story and I took many liberties. Just go with me on this. It's heading somewhere. I promise. I based some of this off the idea of the deep spot orgasm. Feel free to Google it.
Please review. Do you all like my story? I don't have many favorites.