Warning: This chapter is M rated and also the first smut chapter I've ever wrote so be nice ;)
"Tony, this is absolutely beautiful here…" Ziva smiled, sipping out of the corner of her wine glass.
They were seated at a small, quaint restaurant right off the ocean where they had a spectacular view of the ocean. Salt and coconut essence filled the air while a warm breeze blew, lifting the brunette strands of hair off Ziva's bare shoulders. She was dressed in a light blue, strapless dress finished off with white heels, accented her long tanned legs.
Vacation was just about over, they had spent two weeks here enjoying the beach and sightseeing around the city nearby. Tony had complained that his back was killing him for the bed they stayed in, but Ziva made a mental note that it was from the awkward sex positions they tried out and debated if he needed to start yoga with her.
"Yeah, I've never seen anything more beautiful," He smirked, giving her that deep look again that made her toes tingle.
"Cheesy, Dinozzo. This is not a romantic comedy," Her eyebrows knit together towards him, playfully.
"But what if it is, Mrs. Dinozzo! We could be anyone we want to be!" His enthusiasm always brought a smile to her face. It was like having a child around at all times, "Come on, who would you want to be, Zi?"
His question made her stop and think for a bit. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and her eyes traveled towards the blue waves of the ocean, crashing down every couple of seconds. She looked down at her plate, needing something else to stare at while she thought about her answer because really, she could not think of anyone she wanted to be.
Uncrossing her legs, Ziva stood up and pulled down her dress after realizing it was about to rise above and expose her ass. Chuckling at Tony staring at her, she circled around the table they were seated at and brought herself to sit on his lap, her arms encircling his neck and around his shoulder. Leaning in, she whispered closely to his ear "There is no one I would rather be than Mrs. Dinozzo," The shiver that ran down his body, shaking him from head to toe made her giggle and she kissed his jaw hastily before getting up and walking back over to her seat.
"Yeahhh… waiter! We'll take that bill now," Oh, he was so impatient to get back to that hotel room now.
After paying the bill, Tony and Ziva rushed to their rental mustang and journeyed back to their hotel. The ride was heated, Tony touching Ziva every place he possibly could without taking his eyes off the road and getting them into an accident. Ziva teased him, allowing her dress to keep inching up at every light, allowing him to see the black lace panties she wore and she could've sworn she had never heard the word that came out of his mouth before.
Tony parked the car, locking the door and already was pouncing on Ziva in the passenger seat.
"Tony!" She giggled, his hot breath hitting her neck and she squirmed in the passenger seat, trying to unlock the door, but his body was in the way "Tony, I am not fucking you in a rental car,"
"That's a shame, Zeevah!" He laughed, kissing her neck as much as he possibly could.
Ziva jousted him forward with a thud, his head hitting the rearview mirror and knocking it out of place. The passenger door swung open and out with a bolt, Ziva exited the car and went running into the hotel. Wasting no time, Tony rubbed his head soon forgetting about the bump and chased after her through the hotel lobby, receiving odd glances from other hotel customers.
"You're going to get it now," He warned, slowly stepping into the elevator.
Ziva's eyes darkened, her back hitting the rail of the elevator, "Do tell me more, Anthony"
She was going to be the death of him someday. And just like a female lion goes after her prey, Ziva grabbed Tony by the tie, pulling him forward and on top of her body. She moaned at the contact, feeling how hard he had become in just a matter of seconds.
Breaking the moment, the elevator bell rang indicating that they were on their floor and they rushed to their room. Tony fumbled with the keys, cursing every time he tried to place the key into the lock and Ziva's hands made their way into his pants.
With a final attempt, the door flung open and Tony grabbed Ziva by the ass, picking her up and walking her inside their room. He set her down gently, her knees touching the back of the bed.
Tony leaned in, kissing her with the utmost passion and entangled his hands in her curly, thick brown hair. His other hand, worked on the zipper of her dress and slid it so it would drop between her legs. Without breaking the kiss, she stepped out of her dress and used her hands to work on Tony's tie. His lips parted in unison with her, gaining their breath in the flash of second before persistently indulging each other. She moaned when his tongue slipped between her moist lips, finding its way to her tongue before swirling around the inside of her bottom lip. She returned the favor, biting down his bottom lip and earned a groan from him.
Undoing his buttons, her hands were working on quickly stripping him free of his clothes to match the state she was in. His hands repeatedly grabbed the bare skin of her ass, tearing at the lace fabric she wore. He broke the contact of the kiss, placing sloppy kisses on her jaw and working his way down to her neck where he knew she would lose it. His tongue lightly brushed across the skin where her pulse was, she shivered and he acted on it. Sucking roughly, he worked on giving her a hickey right at that pulse point and she whimpered on, losing the task she was doing at the moment. Ziva gave into his wish to embrace her for about thirty seconds and impatiently tore off Tony's shirt and belt. Tony chuckled before realizing she now had his belt already on the ground too. His pants were dropped to his ankles, along with his boxers and he had to stop kissing Ziva's neck when her palm greedily slipped over his erection.
"Zeevah…" His groan rumbled through their hotel room and his head slung back when she got down on her knees before him.
"Something you want Tony?" She questioned and he didn't even have time to think before he felt himself inside her mouth and her chuckle vibrate through the tip of his penis.
"Fuck, Zi" His mind was spinning and all coherent thoughts stopped as she continued bobbing her head up and down the shaft of his penis. She used her left hand at the same time to massage his testicles and swirled her tongue over the tip of him and he bucked his hips into her mouth. As soon as the tip of his penis hit the back of her throat, he moaned and grabbed his penis, taking it out of her mouth. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that, baby"
Tony helped Ziva up off the ground, giving her a feather light kiss on the lips and pushing her body onto the back of the bed. She giggled as he climbed his way up her body, removing her bra and snatching it away from her grip. He took the time to kiss her collarbone, brushing his lips over every area of skin that he could find. Making his way south, he softly kissed the skin between her breasts and worked his way over to her left nipple, taking it into his mouth. Ziva's hands found their way to the back of his neck and kept him there while she puffed out soft moans. Being fair, he switched his mouth over to her right nipple, sucking and nipping at it making her squeal. His hand came up to tease her other nipple once more, pinching and rubbing it into a small, little nub. Her moans became deeper and he descended downwards towards the one piece of clothing that had not been removed just yet. Ziva's toes curled with anticipation, her fists hitting the comforter of the bed.
He kissed her waistline, one hand coming to rest on top of her lace panties and she writhed beneath him. His hand began to move, rubbing the fabric over where her clit was and he heard her begin to moan his name. Smirking up at her, he stop teasing and used both of his hands to remove the fabric from her body, down her legs and off to the ground with the heaping pile of the rest of their clothes. Instinctively, she raised her legs and propped up her knees, giving Tony access to her body from between her legs. Biting back a laugh at her impatience, Tony buried his head between her legs, holding her squirming body in place with his palm on her stomach and his arms wrapped around her thighs. Flicking his tongue over her clit and drawing circles with his tongue over her delicate folds, Ziva moaned loudly, gripping the bed beneath her. His name started pouring out of her mouth as soon as he focused on sucking her clit then switching to running his tongue along her folds and using one of his palms to rub tiny circles on her clit at the same time. He knew she was almost to the edge when her hands started to pull at his hair and he finally nibbled on her sweet bud before she completely fell over the edge, hair pulling and dragging him up from his position between her legs.
Her breath was ragged and he pecked her lips, letting her gain her breath back. When she returned from her state of ecstasy, the smile on Tony's face brought warmth to her heart and she was sure that there was nothing in the world that could ever tear them apart.
Changing their positions so that she was on top like she liked, she used her hand to guide Tony's penis into her while hovering over him. They both moaned at the contact and Tony's hands settled on her hips, helping her gain leverage as she rode him. He met her thrusts with his own and within a few minutes, they were both breathing heavily and her body was convulsing as his cock thrust into her deeper and deeper. She started to scream his name and a few curses in Hebrew when the wait was finally over and he hit just the right spot, sending her over the edge once more and she had to bite Tony's shoulder once she realized they were in a hotel. Few more thrusts and Tony grunted her name, coming inside her and holding her body closely to his.
Taking some time to recover, Ziva lifted her body off of Tony's and settled herself into the side of him. She grabbed the sheets of the bed, placing them over her naked body that was now covered in goose bumps. Her head lay on his chest, his arm draping over her waist and he pulled her closer. Entangling their legs, he kissed the top of her hairline and closed his eyes, "There's no one I'd rather be than Mr. Dinozzo, either."
Ziva's lips curled into a smile, "Really?" She questioned, rubbing her cheek over his chest hair, "Not even James Bond?"
"James Bond isn't married to Ziva, so no. Not even James Bond, sweet cheeks."
Her laugh echoed into the crook of his neck, "I love you."
"I love you too." He peppered her forehead with kisses before joining his wife underneath the covers, cuddling even closer to her and falling asleep on their last night of vacation.