Warnings: More adult fun times in a hotel room, swearing, naughty humor... think I got it all haha
A/N: Figured that I'd put Tony and Natalie through hell making them wait so long, so... here's a bit more spicy romance. It's a bit different than how I normally write smutty scenes, so not sure how it will go.
Guest- It's about to get hotter ;)
amaia- I'm sure they think it was worth it, Gibbs not so much lol
Tony had every intention of checking in with Gibbs in those fifteen minutes... but well... Natalie wearing nothing, looking absolutely goddess like with her bronzed skin... he had been easily distracted.
Natalie wasn't stupid. She knew what she was doing to him. Especially when she so freely walked around their hotel room naked. His eyes instantly darkened with lust. It was not going to take much to get him hard and ready again. In fact, she was pretty sure all she had to do was a little, drawn out, sweep of her tongue over her lips while she gazed at him hungrily.
"You could drive a man crazy just by doing that over and over again," Tony quipped, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
"Does it make you crazy?" Natalie questioned, smiling at him coyly. She swept her tongue over her lips once again, noticing how aroused he was getting.
Tony groaned as all the blood rushed south, as he started to become hard again. "Oh yeah," he replied, husky. "It makes me crazy."
Natalie ran her tongue over her lips again as she crawled back onto the bed. She straddled her lover, her center just over his growing erection. "And what... would you like me to do with you right now?"
He sucked in a breath in the form of a hiss and clenched the sheets underneath him. Tony let out a squeaky growl and ran his hands up her soft legs. "I think you have a pretty good idea what I want."
She let her eyes wander over his body, coy smile on her face, and her tongue darting over her lips once again. Natalie felt the pressure of his fingers on her thighs when she did that. "Do I?"
"Damn it, Natalie," Tony grunted as his erection began to throb with anticipation. "You absolutely know what I want. Please."
"Anthony DiNozzo, are you begging?" Natalie teased him, lowering herself slightly so the tip of his penis brushed against her.
"Yes! Yes, Natalie Callahan, I'm begging," Tony hissed, his hands slid up her thighs and grabbed her waist. He groaned feeling her wet center just barely pressing against him.
Natalie continued to grin at him, seductively, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Tell me what you want," she instructed him, her fingers running along his arms, combing the hair.
Tony sucked in a sharp breath, his heart racing, his whole body heightened with desire. "You... I want you. Now. Please."
She was hesitating. Driving him absolutely insane...
He growled. "Don't make me beg even more..."
Carefully she lowered herself around him, both of them letting out a primal moan as she did so. For a second she sat there, still, eyes closed and breathing deeply, just lost in the sensation of him filling her. Natalie didn't have nearly as many different lovers as Tony, but she was sure that Tony was the only lover that could send her heart racing and completely stop it at the same time.
He laid there, watching her—the little expressions of bliss that passed over her features. She was stunning and was even more so when she was in control. Tony gently brushed his fingers across her hipbone; saw the goose bumps form all over her skin from his contact.
It was as if the contact willed her to move. She started off gently enough, rocking her hips back and forth, breathing evenly as she did so. Her eyes remained closed, and her head titled back slightly as she sighed.
Tony watched her completely mesmerized. The sun was filling their room with a golden, fiery haze as if it was reflecting the very heat in their bodies at the moment. Her movements were even, rhythmic in time with her deep breathing... it was as if she was lost in a trance... sweat dripped down her collarbone and along her bouncing breasts and he longed to lick the beads of salty liquid away. He rose up slightly, bucking his hips to match her riding pace and let his tongue lap up the sweat collecting on her firm, perfectly shaped breasts.
Natalie's moan vibrated through her body, tickled his face as he lapped up every last little taste that he could get. Her hands slid down his shoulders and gripped his biceps. She picked up her pace a little, rising up on her knees before sinking back down around him. Her breathing became more swallow as she felt her body start to build with tension, her muscles taut and her senses completely heightened. He was buried in her chest and groaned when she rose up again and came back down.
"Faster... you can... you can be as rough...as you want," Tony panted, his eyes locked on her face as it showed the signs of her pleasure. He watched as she rose up and down... faster, harder, "Oh God...yes."
"This... is this what you... want?" Natalie questioned, her eyes still closed, her head still tilted back as she moved rapidly above him.
Tony was transfixed by her, as she rode him hard, her breathing heavy, breasts heaving and hair wildly sweaty and swinging in her face. He could feel his entire body tingling, tensing and he knew he was so close... just watching her like this was going to make him climax hard... "Fuck..." he ground out. He very rarely cursed and she knew it—if he was swearing like a sailor now... well... he was soaring towards a powerful orgasm. "Fuck, Natalie! Yes this is what I want..."
Natalie let a coy little smile come across her face as she continued her lightening fast pace of riding him, rising so far up on her knees that she nearly pulled him out of her before she came almost crashing back down... he swore again, moaning and writhing underneath her. Tony had never surrendered to her like this... to the point that he was a bundle of primal energy just ready to explode.
He liked control, he liked pleasing his woman and being in control always brought him a level of satisfaction. Sometimes it came with a hint of pride depending on how well he had pleasured his lover... but Tony was finding that letting go... letting her grab hold of the reigns and drive was exhilarating. His entire body was alive and awake and thoroughly enjoying the encounter.
She felt the heat sizzling between them, felt her stomach knotting and the tingling in her toes, fingers starting to spread throughout her entire body. Natalie had never done this before, had never clearly been the one to be controlling what was going on... most men she'd been with had convinced her it was more important that she be pleased... Tony allowing her to do this was intoxicating... completely taking over her as she felt the fire growing, spreading like wildfire between them. She opened her eyes and locked hers onto his... "So... so close," she panted, sweat dripping down the tip of her nose. "Tony... come with...come with me..."
Tony gripped her hips and twisted his own to meet her movements. "Yes, oh God, yes Nat," he grunted as his hips snapped furiously in time with hers, bringing them to that cliff and finally pushing them over it.
Her walls began to flutter around him, her body tensing and shuddering... his toes curled as his orgasm ripped through him...
Both of them climaxed with a loud, primal scream of the other's name at the same time, which echoed in their hotel room. Muscles unable to hold her up anymore, Natalie collapsed onto his chest and they became a sweaty, tangled mess in the sheets. A little over fifteen minutes ago they thought that they had just had the best sex ever... oh, they both had been so wrong as they laid there catching their breaths.
Natalie laid there, soaking in the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of sweat, suntan lotion and sex. Her heart was beating wildly and her bones were more like rubber than actually sturdy bones. And despite being physically fit... her muscles felt like Jell-O.
Tony rolled her off of him, removing himself from her body and spooned her. Gently he laid soft kisses of gratitude across her damp shoulder blades before he buried his face into her hair and fell asleep, completely content to have her in his arms.
Gibbs was pacing MTAC. McGee was almost afraid to ask what he should do next. Forty-five minutes had come and gone since Tony had not checked in. At first he was worried that something had happened to his partners, but seeing the scathing looking in Gibbs' eyes—he had quickly figured it out why they had called yet.
"Um, boss... it's been forty-five minutes," McGee said, nervously. "Do you want me to try to hack into their web cam?"
"No, McGee, I want you to stand there and do nothing!" Gibbs snapped. He glared at the younger man when McGee didn't move. "Yes! Get that web cam up and running!"
McGee nodded and then paused. "Don't you think... we should, um... give them a few more minutes to well... you know... get dressed?"
Gibbs ground his teeth. "They want to miss an important check in to go have a romp in the sack... then they're going to suffer the consequences of having their naked asses broadcast on this screen!"
"Ah... right," McGee said, sheepishly looking at the wide technician. He began to fiddle with the computer, hacking in to access Tony's web cam on his laptop. As he got the feed up and running, he grimaced and thought, Please, don't let them be naked... or worse yet... in the middle of that romp in the sack...
Tony woke up from a short, little nap after their second time that afternoon, the delicious smell of suntan lotion and sex in the air. It had been even better the second time than the first... He nuzzled Natalie's neck, waking her. "I like these new breaks."
Natalie laughed, lightly and rolled over onto her back, running her fingers along his strong jaw. She liked these new types of breaks too. "How pissed do you think Gibbs is going to be that we turned our phones off?"
"Gibbs is real pissed!" a gruff voice snapped from the laptop on the nearby table.
"Boss!" Tony gasped as both he and Natalie scrambled to pull the sheets around their naked bodies. "How... how did you..."
"I had McGee hack into your webcam! You two, put some clothes on! You have five minutes to call me back!" Gibbs shouted at them before cutting the feed.
Natalie blushed slightly and then giggled. "Good thing he didn't have McGee hack into the feed ten minutes ago."
Tony grinned and found his pants on the floor. "Yeah... poor Probie would have been scarred for life. Or perhaps find himself thinking about you in an entirely different way," he teased, leaning over and kissing her, tenderly.
"What? Tim would never think about me sexually... he knows about us and he's not the type of guy to go around fantasizing about other men's girlfriends," Natalie said.
"Sure about that... I bet seeing your breasts bouncing around like that would have him thinking some not so pure thoughts about you," Tony quipped.
Natalie glared at him. "You might have impure thoughts about another woman if you saw her breasts... not Tim." She got off the bed and found a sundress in her suitcase. She slipped a bra on and a pair of panties, and then the dress. "Not all men are sex driven animals."
Tony laughed while he pulled his pants on and then buttoned up his shirt. "Yes! We are! Even sweet little McGee! One would have to be a sex driven animal to be able to sleep around with Abs, let's face it, the girl likes some kinky things."
"Men. You're all pigs."
"Bet you weren't thinking that ten minutes ago..."
She glared at him and he laughed. Sometimes, as much as she loved him, he could be infuriating. Natalie made sure she was at least presentable and called the video feed up in MTAC. Gibbs and McGee appeared on their small screen. Gibbs looked ready to pounce through the screen and smack Tony on the back of the head...
The former marine curled his lip in a slight snarl. "Do you two have anything to report on?"
Tony sat down on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt back up. "Bartender might be offering sex for money. No signs of Paloma or who is dealing down here for her."
Gibbs scowled. "Go plant your butts down at that bar until you figure it out! And DiNozzo?"
"Yes boss?"
"You miss a check-in like that again, for that reason... I'll castrate you myself! See how the two of you enjoy it then!"
Natalie sheepishly glanced at Tony as the screen went black. Tony's face went white for a second and he covered himself up. "Maybe we should take a shower and head back down to the bar," she suggested.
Tony nodded and stood. "Separate showers. You heard the man... we miss a check in because we're having sex... he's going to castrate me... and I seriously cannot tell if he's joking or not. I'd rather... not chance it."
Dusk had fallen on the bar; several patrons had wandered down after dinner for some fruity cocktails. Natalie, dressed in a sleeves, chiffon cornflower blue dress, stepped up to the bar and glanced around. None of this patrons seemed like the drug taking type—even for party use.
Tony sat close to her, his hand brushing against her thigh in a way that told other men that she was his. He was sipping a beer, slowly since they were working after all. Under his gray blazer was his shoulder holster and his weapon—hers was concealed in her canvas tote bag. It didn't appear like it was going to be needed... but regulations were just that—regulations.
Natalie noticed her friend from earlier was seated across the bar. He waggled his eyebrows at her when Tony wasn't looking and she glared. What was with him flirting—if you could call it that—with her anyways? Did he want something out of her? Just liked the fact that he could get a rise out of her?
"Been an hour. Need to give a SitRep to Gibbs," Tony whispered in her ear, kissing her temple lightly.
"It's not like we have that much to report," Natalie said taking a long sip from her drink. "Kind of bored actually."
"Well, why don't you go talk to your friend over there," Tony snapped gesturing to the man across the bar. "Did you think I would miss him making eyes at you?"
She felt like pushing him off the bar stool but he got up before she could do so, fishing his phone out of his pocket. Natalie sat there, still glaring at the man. It only added to her anger more when he grinned and laughed. She turned to see where Tony had wandered off to and saw him, with his back towards her, standing by the pool. Hopefully the phone call with Gibbs would be fast—before her little annoying friend decided to come join her.
Tony sighed, ran a hand through his slightly damp hair from his shoulder. "Still no sighting of Ms. Reynosa. Haven't even seen a deal go down."
Gibbs sounded frustrated. We all are. "Still have a gut feeling about the bartender?"
"Yeah," Tony replied. "He's up to something shady, not sure what yet. Someone told Natalie that he sells sex but I haven't seen any of these drunk women come looking for his services. And trust me, there are a lot of drunk women here."
"You still got eyes on Callahan?" Gibbs asked. He was nervous that all these rumors about Paloma being in Miami were just to throw them off the trail and that her real endgame was murdering Natalie back in Washington when their guard was down.
Tony turned back towards the bar, replying, "Yeah she's..." His heart stopped when he saw her stool empty, her bag still on the ground.
Gibbs snarled. "She's what, DiNozzo?"
"Gone," Tony whispered, stomach sinking, a hundred different thoughts running through his head as he realized she was gone—along with the bartender. "She's gone, Gibbs."