Just a week since her first night with Gibbs and Ziva felt the need for him like an addiction. It was nearing the end of their work day on a Friday night and she was already shifting in her seat in anticipation. They had managed a few more nights together but now the weekend approached. So far he'd gone slowly with her. Making love to her many ways but never pushing into the relationship she knew he truly wanted. This morning though she'd walked into work and felt the instant shift in his demeanor. It was there in the way he watched her and the glances at the clock neither of them could resist.
He had something planned tonight though she couldn't say what. He'd given her no details just asked her to bring a dress with her for after work. She'd done as he asked easily but the curiosity hadn't left her. As she watched the guys filter out with a wave she flicked a glance to Gibbs and saw him nod ever so slightly. She grabbed her bag and made her way towards an empty office. In moments she was changed into a form fitting black dress and simple matching heels. She shook her hair out of its ponytail and was pleased with the results. Then it dawned on her that as she left work everyone would see her dressed the way she was and know she had a date. There would be questions from the handful of people still left in the office and the rumors would fly.
Walking back to her desk she knew those rumors would burn like wildfire because Gibbs stood waiting for her in a suit. He'd grabbed her backpack slinging it over his shoulder. She looked at him trying to keep any questions from her eyes. Still the half smile he gave her told her he saw them anyways.
"Let them wonder." It was all Gibbs could manage as he led them toward the elevator. He'd meant it when he'd said he wanted privacy for them but his arrogant nature usually far more tempered didn't give a damn.
Half an hour later Ziva felt the car pull to a stop in front of shop with a slightly gothic feel. It held a simple symbol of three circles on the door. As they approached a woman came to the door unlocking it and letting them in. "Mr. Gibbs perfectly on time though I shouldn't be surprised."
Gibbs nodded. "Ms. Winters this is Ziva."
Ziva held out her hand feeling more than a little confused. Her brief glance around showed various jewelry cases and that clarified nothing. "It is nice to meet you Ms. Winters."
"Call me Gina." she bit back a smile. The man in front of her was no stranger to this life but the woman before her was. Yet, she sensed no reluctance, a good sign to say the least. "Since you called ahead and told me what you were looking for Mr. Gibbs I pulled some of my private stock and custom items." She pointed to various black velvet pads on the main case. "Any of these are available for immediate purchase and are unique."
Ziva finally focused on what was on the case. Nestled on the velvet beds were collars of various styles. Nothing like the leather one she'd worn for pictures. These were all delicately crafted of metal and jewels decadent and simple alike. Just the sight of them had her breathing quickening and her hand tightening around Gibbs'
Gibbs felt the rapid clench of her fingers and paused as they moved towards the counter. "If you have changed your mind Ziva all you need to do is say so. There will be no disappointment, no anger." It wasn't until he saw her eyes flicker back to the collars that he realized he'd misread her. It was anticipation and pride he saw in her eyes. A quick glance at Gina told him she saw it as well. He smiled and walked slowly behind Ziva as she closed the distance to the case.
Ziva let her eyes peruse the various collars. Each one was a work of art and beautiful in its own way. Most of them were too flashy for her tastes.
Gibbs watched Ziva frown for some time; he saw her eyes discard each piece as she looked them over. Finally he saw a smile a gentle curve of her mouth as her eyes fixed on something.
Gina watched Ziva point with one slender finger at a collar. A quick look and she was smiling as well. "I'm not surprised." A simple circle of stainless steel it was deceptively simple until you looked at the edges that faced the wearer. Embedded in the steel were the tiniest circles of pale blue sapphire. So delicately placed they were like a scattering of stars. The collar closed with a hex lock hidden behind a slightly larger stone. A subtle piece that spoke volumes about the couple standing before her.
Ziva saw Gibbs look at her with the slightest bit of surprise. "I do not need fancy. I prefer simple and this one is the colors of you." She saw him smile and nod at Gina. "We'll take it."
In moments they were back in the car. Where Ziva would have expected Gibbs to drive off he instead sat very still staring out the window. "Jethro?"
Gibbs turned to her feeling far too much for simple words and more than a little uncertainty. "Are you certain Ziva? That I am what you want, this is what you want? It's happened fast and I don't want you to feel pressured."
Ziva took in a deep breath seeing the vulnerability she knew he was trying to hide. "I am absolutely certain. There are many choices I have made in my life that I have questioned. Things I have done I wish I had not. This will never be one of those regrets. You are who I want and this need you have is mine as well. I know you will never see me as less than yourself. I know you respect me as a person, a woman and a soldier. I have never doubted that. This, us cannot change that. The only regret I would have when it comes to you is if I walked away." Just the thought had her pain tightening her chest and tears touching her eyes. "There is no one else for me Jethro."
Gibbs felt the power of what she was saying and wanted to respond but found the words wouldn't come. Instead he nodded knowing she understood. Finally he started the car and drove them toward home.
Gibbs only felt he could breathe again when they were once again in his room. A room that was rapidly becoming theirs. Her scent lingered in the air even when she wasn't there and the the few days he'd woken without her had unsettled him. "I realized I didn't feed you."
Ziva slipped out of her shoes tossing them aside and standing in front of him. "I am not hungry just yet Jethro. I am however worried about you. I think you still doubt me."
Gibbs shook his head immediately. "No I believe you; I see it when you look at me. I just hope I can make you happy. There are a lot of things we have still not discussed. You understand I see this as permanent?"
Ziva took a deep breath and nodded. She had, but the words hadn't been spoken aloud until now. "Yes, at least I had hoped that is what you wanted." Finally a smile broke his face one that eased the worry that had been holding on.
"Do you want children Ziva?" He saw alarm flicker across her face. That quickly her face was an unreadable wall. Looking her square in the eye he pushed her a bit harder. "The truth Ziva always."
Ziva felt the sting of uncertainty mix with the desire she kept hidden. The idea of carrying his child pushed lust and need through her body in a tsunami. She knew her breathing was no longer steady when she finally spoke. "Yes." It was hard to look at him as she spoke; the fear of his rejection was far too real. To her surprise there in the blue that comforted her was a flash of satisfaction.
"Good." Arousal scented the air and it was the only thing that kept him from chuckling at her surprise of his answer. It was a subject they would discuss more later for now at least it was out there. "If I make you mine I will never want to give you up. If you ask for me to release you I will but…"
Ziva stopped him. "I know what I want Jethro and it is you." With that she walked toward the dresser and pulled a hair tie from her purse. A few quick twists and her hair was secured atop her head and she stood waiting.
Gibbs looked at the box he held in his hand. Over the past week they had discussed what this type of relationship would require of both of them. Discussed safe words, hard limits and formed a basic oral contract of what was and wasn't acceptable for them both. Yet standing here pulling the metal collar out was when he finally felt it become real. He strode toward the dresser looking at her in the mirror as she watched him approach. Standing behind her he let his arms wrap around her until their hands met both holding the collar. "You're mine without this Ziva. Wearing it serves as a reminder to us both that you will obey me in all things. That I will serve to keep you safe and protected and you will serve me in every other way. Anything I ask of you will be done with pleasing me in mind. As your master I will never do anything to harm you, however if you disobey then it will be within my rights to punish you for such an offense. At work or with the team you are your own woman in all ways, these rules do not apply. However any time we are not in a working capacity you will serve to please me."
He watched her closely waiting for the doubt or hesitation he expected. The words felt so right drifting across him like a skin he'd forgotten he owned. Already he felt the shift in demeanor he'd only known with one other woman. He saw no doubt only the knowledge that by pleasing him, submitting to him she was ultimately ensuring her own pleasure. Lust flashed through her eyes as she watched him in the mirror.
Ziva smiled feeling the moment Gibbs embraced what he really wanted from her. "Yes, sir." The words slipped out easily. The feeling of those words was so different than the way they were said at work it was almost like an entirely different language. Here in his arms they were a gift of trust and true nature. They were nearly vows in their own right. His hands brought the collar around her neck till it nestled just against her skin. His eyes in the mirror asked again if she was certain. Her answer was to let her eyes drift down and wait for his response. The rough rasp of his breath against her neck told her it was the right choice.
Gibbs slipped the lock in place tightened it with the special key and let go of the fine metal. There against her skin the soft blue stones blinked at him reminding him of the momentous nature of the moment.
Ziva felt his hands move from the collar to nearly bare skin of her shoulders and sighed softly. Even his touch was slightly different. The man she'd always suspected he was had fully surfaced and she hadn't known until this exact moment how much she needed that very man. "How can I please you Jethro." She knew he preferred his given name even over the title of master. Either word gave her the same sense of satisfaction. Nothing felt quite like knowing she could put everything she was in his hands and she would be as safe as if she held a gun in her hands.
"I want you Ziva, is that possible this evening." Despite the fact her period had indeed shown up, a few days early even, they had only abstained the past two days. They'd made use of his shower more than a few times even though she'd been reluctant at first.
"Yes I am done." No matter how hard she tried she found herself frequently blushing in his presence and this time was no different.
"I'd like you to undress Ziva. While I watch you." He stepped back letting his legs rest just against the edge of the bed. "And look at me while you do so."
Ziva met his gaze with very little difficulty. It was easy to untie the back of the dress and let it fall to the ground. Even faster her lace thong was swept away until she was entirely nude before him. A simple look at his face told her what he wanted. She locked her hands behind her back and let her eyes find the ground at her feet. In this moment she could have felt many things, lost, subjugated or scared. Instead she was surprised by the calm that swept over her along with the sense of satisfaction knowing that whatever he asked of her she would willingly give without hesitation.
As he watched the juxtaposition that was the beautiful strong Ziva he was so accustomed to become a willing submissive before his eyes Gibbs felt a wave of love he couldn't put into words. Her trust was beyond compare. He'd loved Shannon she'd been and would always be a part of his life vital to who he was. Her trust of him had come naturally through the growth of their time together. Standing before him Ziva's came in a far different way from a far different woman. One who'd known the rough hand of terror and fear. Still she stood trusting in his feelings for her and the man she believed him to be. It wasn't something he accepted lightly. Reaching forward he pulled her hair loose letting it fall around her even as his hands traced her skin.
Ziva shuddered beneath his touch not feeling the slightest hint of fear only the anticipation of what he might ask of her. She felt him step behind her, heard the fall of his clothing on the ground even as his bare skin touched hers she felt a rush of desire so strong she was whispering his name. Suddenly she was kneeling in the soft carpet his body arched over hers sliding into her in one full thrust. Again his name pulled from her throat only this time it was a loud cry of need and shock.
Gibbs held nothing back. His arm locked around her his free hand bracing himself against the floor as he thrust in and out of her roughly. This was no gentle lovemaking instead it was a claiming one given through the consent of her sighs and moans. Her body clasped around his, silk around iron hard need. Sweat broke out along the back of her neck as he tugged at the long fall of her hair. His body pulsed in time with the rapid fire beat of her heart. Tomorrow she would bare the marks of this moment and he growled out the pleasure that gave him as her body tightened even further around him. A cry escaped her telling him she was close her nails pulling on his forearms intensified the knowledge of her satisfaction. Lifting her tighter against him he pushed deep one last time as his hand locked around her collar. The strangled sigh of her completion allowed him to let go inside of her. His body felt the pulse of electricity as his orgasm claimed him even more moving was the way she held him tight against her locking him in place as though she had no intention of ever letting him go.
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Ziva woke for the second time the next day to the feel of Gibbs beside her not something she was used to yet. In his sleep his hands still held tight to her skin. Those hands had worked magic time and again the night before reaffirming that choosing him had been her easiest decision. She indulged the need to let her fingers touch his hair. It fascinated her, the steel color so soft in comparison. She loved him, the silent admission didn't surprise her but it did catch in her throat before she could verbalize it. He said he wanted forever, had implied he wanted children but did that equal wanting her love? Even in this moment she couldn't be certain. He'd been hurt far more times than he might want to admit. Still she had promised him honesty and not telling him seemed like a lie in and of itself. Pushing back a lock of his hair she pressed a kiss to his forehead and let the words whisper out softly against his temple. Before she could pull away his hand was trapping hers against his chest pulling her alongside his bare skin.
"And I love you Ziva David. No matter how reluctant either of us is to admit it, what remains is that we do. I don't know how it happened and I may not always know how to show it but it's there." He saw her smile the way it reached all the way through every part of her and felt the fear of admitting something so strong fade away. People assumed men didn't admit fear, truth was they shook hands with it like an old friend before trying to ignore it. In this case it was worth facing if it meant having her in his life. Reaching between them he tugged gently on the collar around her neck. There was something terribly intimate about seeing her wear it with nothing else. The fact she would wear it every day for the sole purpose of pleasing him, being his, was a heady drug.
"You will not wear clothes today Ziva. You will remain naked in my presence."
Ziva drew in a deep breath. His request took a moment to settle within her. It wasn't one she had expected. It wouldn't be difficult she was willing. But the fact he had many windows that opened into the surrounding neighborhood gave her pause. She hid her concern though and nodded. "Yes sir."
Gibbs could read the concern on her face almost like a book. He was immensely proud when she kept any objection quiet and instead answered in the way she knew would please him. Standing from the bed he threw on jeans and looked down at her. "Do whatever you need to do and then join me downstairs."
Ziva nodded and then cast her eyes downward. For a moment she waited for the bite of annoyance, the need to rebel against what he asked and it didn't come. Instead the sense of peace she'd come to recognize took its place. When the door shut quietly behind him she moved toward the bathroom.
Gibbs had closed all the curtains, locked the door and brewed more coffee by the time Ziva made her way downstairs. To his surprise she moved as though her nudity didn't bother her. She offered him a thankful smile when she noticed the closed curtains. But she said nothing instead she stood before him watching him rather than looking away. "Ask me your questions Ziva." He pushed a cup of coffee toward her, trying to hide the way her nudity affected him. He was not yet used to seeing her there for the taking and he almost laughed that what had been intended to test her limits was testing his far more.
"We were seen leaving together last night. I believe to anyone watching it would be apparent it was a date. Was that your intention?"
"It wasn't until I saw you come out in that dress, In that moment I didn't care who knew about us. Is that a problem?"
Ziva bit her lip and sipped her coffee before responding. "I do not want you to lose your job. I do not want to lose you." His hand wrapped around hers setting their coffees aside and fixing her with a look of certainty.
"Won't happen Ziva. Trust me in this as you do other things." She nodded and he knew she believed it. "I thought it would be easy to keep us quiet, keep this between us now I think whatever happens will be what happens. I am not worried how people will react. If you are then I will take that into account."
Ziva watched him for a long moment, seeing the sincerity gave her a confidence she hadn't known was slightly faltering. "I want what you want Jethro. We are what we are and whoever knows I am not ashamed. I belong to you and no other."
Gibbs had intended to make breakfast, to pamper her on this late afternoon. They had spent most of the morning in bed or grabbing a snack. Instead he led her into the living room throwing down a soft blanket and guiding her to her knees. A flick of his hand had his jeans open and his cock waiting for her. She waited just as he'd set her before him, content to stay just as she was until he instructed her. With a rough thrust of his hand in her hair he was guiding her until her mouth enveloped him in white hot silk.
Ziva took him deep in her throat a growl of satisfaction slipping out of her as the taste of him touched her tongue. His hands tugged in her hair betraying how much he needed her like this. In this moment he was equally as vulnerable as she was. Under his command she would please him in every way she could. But he was also under her control at the mercy of her tongue as it swirled and lapped at him demanding his surrender. As his fingers tightened against her scalp the power overwhelmed her. Her mouth pulled and sucked tightly against his skin pulling him deeper than she'd thought she could.
Gibbs slipped further down her throat and felt his knees nearly buckle in pleasure. He stiffened as he felt the pull of his orgasm testing his limits. He might have stopped might have halted her and made sure she followed him but again he felt the temptation to see if she would do as he asked. "Look at me, I want to see you take all of me." His word were husky and rough with need yet still her eyes snapped to his instantly.
Ziva both saw and felt the edge he was walking. With a finally pull of her mouth she watched as he was pushed past the edge of reason. His hips drove his cock even deeper, only the desire to please and forcing herself to relax allowed her to take him all. Even as she adjusted she felt the hot flood of him in her throat. She kept her eyes locked with him even when his eyes closed tightly and her name ripped from him like a roar.
Gibbs nearly stumbled as he pulled her to stand next to him. He would have savored the moment but he'd heard a car door and the sound of footsteps heading up his driveway. "That was beautiful my love. For now I want you to go upstairs and put on some clothes then if you choose to you may come back downstairs."
Ziva pushed away the unexpected sting of rejection until she too heard the sound of footsteps on Gibbs' porch. She felt slightly ashamed at her reaction and knew Gibbs had seen it all. She almost ran for the stairs when he stopped her.
"It will take time for us both to adjust Ziva." He gave her a deep kiss which again surprised her then released her toward the stairs.
Gibbs managed to straighten his clothing including a t-shirt he pulled from the closet before the expected knock at the door. Where he might have expected one of the team he instead found and old friend he hadn't seen in many months. "Nico?"
"Gibbs I was in town for a while and thought I would stop buy." Nico took Gibbs' invitation and stepped inside. Having served with Gibbs for years he recognized the slight hint of distress in the other man. "Everything alright old friend?"
Gibbs smiled and nodded. "Fine. I'm glad to see you. Just surprised I should be asking if everything's all right?"
"For once my friend no trouble follows me. I just came in town to visit." Nico found his attention drawn to a dark haired woman descending Jethro's stairs. Tan cargo pants and a black T-shirt along with the gun at her waist told him she wasn't someone to be trifled with. The way she looked at Gibbs told him that held true for more reasons than one.
"Nico Barsetti, meet Ziva David." Gibbs watched the way Ziva looked from him to Nico. Here in his home for just a moment she was uncertain how to act. He watched her gauge his relationship with Nico, assess whether there was any threat and decide if she could settle into the role he'd asked of her. It was fascinating and sexy as hell.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Barsetti." Turning her attention to Gibbs Ziva fixed her gaze clearly on him. "What can I offer you."
Gibbs watched her ignoring Nico in favor of trying to read how she was responding to the situation. He saw no resentment, no reluctance. "Nothing for now I think we'll just sit in the living room and visit."
Nico followed Gibbs into his living room more than a bit surprised at what he was seeing. Or at least what he thought he was seeing. He'd known Gibbs since he'd been a new Marine. They'd grown together and Gibbs' relationship with Shannon had been a part of that. He hadn't seen this Gibbs since then and he didn't bother to stop his surprise. In fact he looked at Gibbs quite pointedly when they sat and Ziva took a seat at Gibbs' feet on the plush carpet. There was the faintest hint of uncertainty when those dark eyes looked at Gibbs just a hint of being lost before she seemed to relax.
Gibbs grinned at Nico before giving the poor man some answers. "We're newly together but not for lack of trying if that makes sense."
Nico nodded. "I wondered, it seems you have found your puzzle piece." For a moment he thought he saw curiosity in the set of Ziva's shoulders but that quickly it was gone and she was focused entirely on Gibbs'. Gibbs' words seemed an understatement. This was more than new for Ziva it was foreign yet she showed no fear. Then it hit him. "Wait is this the woman you work with? From Israel?" this time she couldn't fight her reaction but she pushed it in the right direction.
Gibbs looked at Ziva knew she had questions but felt the need to test her patience. "Yes she is the one I've spoken about."
"About time." He heard Gibbs laugh, watched him stroke Ziva's hair and felt a twinge of envy. "May I?"
Gibbs knew what Nico wanted and nodded. "Ziva feel free to speak to Nico in any way you choose."
Ziva turned to the stranger that seemed to know her. Fighting the vulnerability she wasn't used to she waited for whatever he had to say next. There was a certain humility in what Gibbs asked of her and while it could have made her feel demeaned she chose instead to allow it feel the way he wanted as though he was protecting her securing her from the rest of the world.
Nico looked over at Ziva intrigued by her beauty but also by the knowledge that she could have him very dead in only seconds. "Gibbs is a very lucky man. He has talked about you for a long time. If I'm being honest I never thought he'd be brave enough to pursue you let alone find you in this way."
Ziva felt the blush on her skin; it deepened when Gibbs' fingers at the back of her neck traced the collar she wore. "I think in this case it is both of us that are lucky. And I feel it is a privilege to be what Jethro needs, in this he is what I need as well."
Gibbs interrupted trying to keep his voice from betraying just how much Ziva's words to a virtual stranger had meant. "How long are you in town Nico?"
"A few weeks maybe longer. I have time on my hands."
"You'll stay here then. I have plenty of room and there's no point in you spending money on a motel." He saw the faint frown of concern on Ziva's face before she hid it as well as she hid most things.
Nico shook his head. "I don't want to intrude. It's not a problem."
"I insist." Gibbs knew the finality of his words was not lost on anyone in the room. "Ziva please go upstairs and wait for me. I'll be up shortly." Gibbs felt the moment it started to be too much for her. Her questions, concerns and worry showed in the way she rested against him her fingers tapping out an anxious rhythm against his thigh. It was only when she'd left the room and he was alone with Nico that he let out the breath he'd been holding the last few moments. "She's new to this Nico. She's been through far more in her life than anyone should be expected to survive and has few people she can trust. She's more than willing and isn't reluctant and I didn't have to talk her into it but a little guidance while you're here would be appreciated."
Nico nodded. He'd known Gibbs when he and Shannon had first explored the lifestyle at that point he'd been well immersed in it. Gibbs had come to him then not for advice but for reassurance that what Shannon had seen in him was in fact what he was. Now it seemed Gibbs needed the reassurance that came with a strong woman, a deadly woman willing to give her submission. A true Dom always knew when to ask for advice, guidance or an objective point of view. Denial of the need for help could lead to an arrogance that would harm their partner. Gibbs it seemed was again not too proud to ask for just that. Nico grinned as Gibbs showed him to the guest room; fate was a funny thing he'd only come for Gibbs' basement.
Ziva stood as Gibbs would have wanted entirely bare of clothing, hands behind her back eyes downcast. Her mind had been in chaos as she'd gone upstairs. Now standing waiting for Gibbs in a way that would please him that chaos dimmed to a bearable level. In another time with any other man she couldn't have born being the woman she was in this moment. But with Gibbs it felt comforting like a favored blanket that one needed in times of stress. She'd done some reading over the past week so she could understand and hopefully anticipate what Gibbs might need. Downstairs she seemed to have pleased him and yet he'd asked the other man to stay. That confused her.
"Ziva you're frowning." He watched her jump slightly she clearly hadn't heard him enter the room. He couldn't stop from reaching out to trace the skin of her breasts and he lifted her chin till she was looking at him. "Tell me what is wrong?"
Ziva swallowed before finding the words. "Do you wish me to leave Jethro?"
Gibbs chuckled "Far from it Ziva I'm not entirely certain I'll allow you to leave on Monday even though I know I have to. Why?" he knew and it was part of why he'd asked Nico to stay. Some people chose to enter this life like wading in the shallow end. Ziva had already shown him she preferred jumping into the deep end with both feet.
"You asked Mr. Barsetti to stay." She saw his instant approval that came with not using the other man's first name. "When we are together I am not exactly quiet, and you asked me to remain without clothes this weekend."
"I love the way you sound Ziva, every cry, every bit of your need is a gift. Do you feel it is something to be ashamed of?" He saw her instinct to look away and how hard she fought against it."
"No."
"And if I asked you to leave this room just as you are now. Would you do it Ziva?" Under his hands he felt her body tremble slightly. Her eyes gave away nothing which both frustrated him and made him proud.
Ziva couldn't speak for longer than she liked. She was afraid to answer. Afraid to admit that there was nothing she would refuse him. Even this thing he was potentially asking for she would do because she trusted him. She feared it would make him doubt what she felt for him. The chaos threatened to return, only when she focused on the soft blue of his eyes was she finally able to answer. "Yes sir." Her eyes hit the floor focusing on his bare feet so close to hers.
Gibbs was chest beating proud, wanting to shout to the world that the woman in front of him was his. To tell anyone who would listen that she belonged to him. "Do you understand what I was asking of you when I asked you to allow John to photograph us." He watched the red rise of a blush on her skin.
"Yes." Ziva felt the creep of understanding as he spoke. He was trusting in a man only she knew to share an intimacy with them. He wanted the same trust with her; he wasn't worried with something as simple as jealousy.
"I will only ask what I know you're capable of Ziva." He picked her up and took her to the bed lying her across the thick comforter. "He's in the room across from us Ziva, and I want you to not care. I want you to still give me all of you." He hadn't shut the door behind him when he'd come in the room. Her eyes flickered behind him the faintest hint of relief that Nico had closed the door to the guest room.
"Yes sir" Ziva felt the rush of awareness, the catch of the taboo mixed with the faint hint of embarrassment she couldn't fully push away.
"Clasp your hands above your head Ziva and leave them there. For now I won't tie you but remain as I ask." The softest sigh escaped her as she did as he instructed.
Ziva lay as still as possible her fingers linked together. Her world shifted when he lifted her legs until they were bent and her knees fell apart. She was open and exposed to him and her body loved it. Her muscles clench and a flood of wetness escaped her.
"Sweet Ziva I don't think you realize just how much you were made for this." His hand moved from the firm satin of her thigh to press two fingers gently inside her. "In fact I bet if Nico stepped in this room right now and watched me touch you, you might just love it." In silent answer her body tightened around his fingers, her hips arching slightly.
"I love you Jethro, only you."
"And I love you Ziva, more than you know. But finding pleasure this way does not preclude loving each other. I would never betray you and I have no doubt you would not either. What we choose to do together is just that a mutual choice. Now I want you stop thinking so much and just feel." His words sunk in, her body tightened further around him as his fingers reached deep and pushed up. She cried out his name a shout of ecstasy as he let his mouth take the place of his fingers.
Ziva felt his tongue lick softly thrusting again and again and then returning to swirl around her clit. She was physically shaking trying to hold back from letting her orgasm wash over her. Her body wanted release but the building pleasure was addictive.
Gibbs caught her eyes watching him, "I love the way you taste Ziva, so much so it makes me want to share. To let Nico come in here and taste you, pleasure you, push you past the point you think you know." Her eyes widened before he dipped his head again biting softly at her clit as his finger sunk deep. She shattered around him, flooding his mouth with the sweet taste of her. Her hands lost their discipline and anchored in his hair as her body shook beneath him. He slid alongside her still fully dressed almost tempted to take her. But, he waited instead watching her find her way back from the haze of pleasure that had enveloped her.