Company

TITLE: Company

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 2 of 2

FANDOM: NCIS

SHIP: Ziva / Tony

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Four I'm not sure.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon.

SYNOPSIS: Ziva would like some company and Tony provides it and more.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their creators. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

CHAPTER TWO

His lips were soft against hers, as is the light probing of his tongue as she rose up on her toes to press more firmly against him and tilted her head to cement their kiss. Her breasts slide and flatten against his t-shirt covered chest, her nipples tingling as they drag along the silk of her robe. He walks them backward, until her back found a wall and she is trapped warmly between him and it. They suck at each others lips, occasionally nipping lightly. Their tongues duel like champion fencers or battle like wrestlers as they explore each other's mouths.

She moaned into the hollow arena of their joined mouths as he works one of his thighs between hers and she ground her swollen nether lips against the rough denim of his jeans. The belt of her robe loosened as they grind and undulate against each other in a passionate, rocking give and take. "He is wearing too many goddamn clothes." She thinks the thought dragging across her consciousness. She scrabbled at the material of his t-shirt, just above the waist of his jeans and drags it free and then upward. He has to untangle his fingers from her damp hair to raise his arms and she reluctantly releases his lips to drag his t-shirt up over his head and off, to be carelessly discarded. His lips did not return to hers, but instead found the side of her neck and worked their way down to her shoulder. His tongue licked wet patterns on her skin while his teeth lightly tested the muscle underneath. She groaned against his skin as her lips found the pulse of his heartbeat at the side of his neck. Her hands clutched at his back, feeling his hard muscles shift and flex as they continued to grind and writhe together, her shoulder blades occasionally slapping against the wall with the vigor of their passion.

His hand slid into her robe to firmly cup and caress her breast. His thumb found and rolled the hard tube of her nipple causing electrical sparks to radiate into her chest and swirl around her nerves. Her sex clenched in response to the manipulation of her breasts and the friction caused by her swollen lips dragging across the denim of his jeans. She felt herself flood with warm lubricating cream as her inner muscles slid her intimate flesh against itself. He drew her breast out of her robe, the belt now completely undone to let the two halves fall open, and lowered his head to feed her tit flesh into his sucking, hungry mouth, her hand found the back of his head and she arched her back to press as much of her pert, firm globe into his hot, wet mouth. Ziva felt her head spinning as pleasure swirled through her senses as he sucked and nipped at first one breast and then the other.

Her fingernails dragged across the expanse of his broad back and then down his spine to worm their way into his pants and boxers to grab at his ass. His large hands grabbed and fondled her ass and thighs and she ground harder against his thigh. "Bed?" he asked simply, his voice a low growl. The directions to her bedroom spilled out of her in an urgent rush. They bounced from one wall to the other along the hallway that led to her bedroom. Their lips locked as firmly as her legs were locked around him. Her breasts flattened against his chest trapping and squeezing her nipples each time her shoulders slammed against the wall sending jolts of heat and sensation radiating into her chest.

They stumbled into her bedroom and he lowered her onto the bed. She kept her arms and legs wrapped around him and they ground against each other as he kissed her hungrily, sucking at her lips and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She reluctantly released her legs from around him, but kept her hold on his neck, so when he straightened she sat up with him. She let go of his neck and roughly went to work on his belt as he tried and eventually succeeded in kicking off his shoes at about the same time as she got his jeans undone. She shrugged off the robe, and then reached for the waistband of his boxers, eyeing the bulge that tented it with anticipation. It nearly sprang out at her when she freed it and she wrapped her fingers around his thick tube of throbbing flesh.

She ran her hand lightly up his length, feeling him twitch against her fingers. She slowly licked suddenly dry lips and flicked her eyes up to his. She can see passion and desire burning in his eyes and she slid her hand down to the base of his cock before slowly lowering her lips to its tip. She planted a light kiss on the slit before wrapping her lips around his cock and then slowly sucking him into her mouth. She drew as much of him into her mouth as she could comfortably handle, the plum of his dickhead, just lightly grazing the entrance to her throat. She sucked on him and swirled her tongue around him. His skin was smooth again her tongue and she felt him throb with the beat of his heart as his girth stretched her lips. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. She suckled at him and only released his shaft to run her tongue up, down and around in long, lapping strokes. She heard him hiss and groan in response, his hips jerking forward slightly as she sucked him in once more, pressing him into her throat, which made her gag slightly.

He apologized and she placed her hands on his hips and backs off until she was lightly nursing on his cock head. Her hair has fallen over her face, tickling her cheeks and she felt him gather her dark, drying curls into his hands and out of her face. She took a few shallow breaths and then a deep one and worked her lips down his length and into her mouth. She has to focus to relax her throat muscles and overcome her gag reflex and after a moments resistance he slid into her throat. She felt his hands tense in her hair and her hands control the reflexive thrust of his hips. He lets out a heavy groan and then dragged in a loud breath through his nose. She does the same, keeping her breathing measured as she takes the rest of him down her throat and buries her nose in the dark, tangle of his pubes, inhaling his musky, masculine scent. "Ziva!" he calls her name with tender awe as she swallows and the tight tube of her throat that surrounds him provides a rippling massage. His hands relax in her hair, but his fingers dig deeper until they can massage the skin of her scalp as she slowly bobbed her head while controlling the slow thrust of his hips with her hands.

He groans and hisses, muttered her name and uttered breathy praises as she sucks him and allows him to fuck her throat. She imagined what he would feel like inside her and groaned, vibrating her lips and tongue around his cock causing him to draw in a sharp breath. The next time she lets him slide out of her throat, she feels him pull back and his hands in her hair urged her to release him. She complied, reluctantly and lifts her head from his saliva-coated member. A thin string of spittle still connected her lips to his cock as she looks up at him. His chest was heaving and his eyes were bright with arousal. His lips are a puckered oval as he drags in air through his nose and exhales slowly out of them. "Damn, you're very good at that." He complimented her with a wry smile, normalizing his breathing. "You shouldn't sound so surprised, Tony. You should know by now that I am good, very good at everything I do." She tells him and after a moment he nodded his head his expression one of such over dramatic agreement that she can't help, but laugh.

She fell back on the bed, giving in to her mirth and then abruptly stopped as she felt his hot breath on her moist, swollen nether lips. She raised her head to look down her body, finding him kneeling between her legs, his lips just barely hovering above her sex. His hands slide from her knees to the top of her thighs, his strong fingers pressing heat into her skin and the muscles below as he kneaded her toned flesh. She let her head drop back onto the bed and blinked rapidly when he lowered his face. The tip of his tongue lightly explored her sensitive folds, sending little jolts of electricity through her that made her heart race and her nerves sing. He applies more pressure and his thick tongue delved between her folds, probing her entrance as his lips sucked at her flesh. A long low moan escaped her lips as she grasped handfuls of the bedclothes and her shoulder blades dug into the bed beneath her as her back arched and she pressed against the wet heat of his lips. He lapped at her pussy with firm, steady, strokes. He teased her entrance and lets his tongue stop just short of her tingling, exposed clit. Her pussy clenched expelling her slick cream for him to collect. His tongue-lashing is both enjoyable and frustrating as his skillful mouth whipped her into a frenzy, yet still refused to pay attention to her throbbing clitoris. He played with her, circling her little pearl in a decreasing spiral and then returning to her pussy lips just short of reaching it.

"Tony!" she growls his name, her voice tight, almost feral with frustration and desire and she heard him chuckle infuriatingly. His lips and tongue continued to work their magic on her flesh, building her orgasm one pleasurable sensation at a time. She was clenching rhythmically now, the flesh of her snatch writhing and straining against itself as she flooded with copious lubricating nectar that he sucked from her with noisy enthusiasm. He kept her just on the edge of ecstasy. She knew what she needed to push her over that edge into the delicious abyss of climax and she knows he does too, but still he denied her. She heard a strange whimpering noise and then realized it is coming from her. "Tony." She said his name softly, pleadingly and then gasped as teeth scraped the hood above her clit before his lips closed around it, sucking, before his tongue bathed it with warm, wet pressure.

Her hands relinquished their twisting hold on the bedclothes and wound into his soft hair to hold him in place as his lips sucked, drawing at her flesh and his tongue circled and flicked the excitable bundle of nerves of her clit. She lets her eyes flutter closed as he suckled at her and then lets out a loud, hissed: "Yesssss!!" as one of his hands left her thighs and he slid first one and then a second finger into her steamy depths and sawed them back and forth. He alternated between sucking and lapping at her buzzing little pearl and she felt herself rocking back and forth, teetering on the precipice of release, her will at war with itself as she longed to surrender, yet doesn't want the pleasurable build up to end. She could feel the muscles of her stomach start to shudder with the effort of holding herself in check and then he curled his fingers, caressing that special spot inside her and sucked hard at her clit at the same time.

Her eyes snapped wide open, the ceiling above her coming into focus and then going blurry as her ass lifted off the bed and she almost crushed his face to her rising snatch when her spine formed a taut bow. "Fuck!!!" the curse was ripped from her mouth as her orgasm exploded through her body and tumbled her into an abyss of sensory overload. Wave after wave of intense pleasure danced across her nervous system and she thrashed her head from side to side. Her thighs were pressed hard and quivering against his cheeks, her channel clutched at his digits, but somehow they continued to stroke that magical spot and his tongue gently laved her clit, continuing to fuel the rolling thunder and its accompanying lightning strikes inside her. She found it hard to breath and was panting rapidly. His nimble, stroking fingers and talented tongue were too much and she swallowed hard, trying to gain enough control of her tensing body to part her thighs and with his hair clutched in her fingers drag him from her sex. She actually flinches when he slides his fingers free of her as it caused another surge to arch through her over-sensitized flesh. His lips, chin and cheeks glisten with a coating of her sex grease and she watched as he licked his fingers clean of the same nectar with obvious relish.

Her body finally returns to her control along with her breathing. Little sparks of sensation still played across her nerves. "You're really, really good at that." She returns his compliment, her voice sounding a little dreamy to her ears, fully prepared to get her earlier comment thrown back at her. Instead he simply collected her juices from his face with his fingers before licking them clean again. "I don't think I've ever heard you swear before." He told her quietly as he stood up. She saw his penis, hard, erect and still shiny with her saliva. He looked down at her and his gaze was a caress that heated her skin. She had only caught fleeting glimpses of this side of him. He was always all boyish charm and glib repartee, seeming open and inviting, but he only allowed everyone in, just so far. He hid the thoughtful, introspective person who was looking at her at that moment. There was desire and appreciation in his eyes, but he also seemed to be cataloguing every inch of her in a thoughtfully intimate way that had nothing to do with her nudity. He had a certain tilt to his head and seriousness to his expression that added a hushed solemness to his inspection of her as the moment silently drew out. Maybe that was why she always baited him and he needled her. They had been attracted to each other from the first time they'd met, but she saw through the veneer of jokes and glib retorts and he knew she did, just like he saw through her tough girl exterior.

He shifted forward, placing his knee on the edge of the bed, between her legs and she slowly pulled herself further up the bed as he joined her on it. He shifted over her, his knees between her legs, his hands between her body and arms. Her eyes haven't left his. She lifted her hands and lightly ran them down his solid biceps. She let a finger trace the dimpled scar of a bullet wound on his shoulder. She tilted her head slightly and her teeth played lightly with her lower lip as he lowered the weight of his torso to hers and she felt the pointed tip of his cock press and slide through her swollen folds. He wormed one hand under her shoulder and rested on his forearm. They both knew that what they are about to do will change thing irrevocably and find themselves hesitant to cross that threshold, despite the intimacies they have already shared. She wonders if he could tell her what brought him here tonight, What made this night the one where he made the first move that she had been unable to. Even, as she asked herself the question she realizes the answer doesn't matter. For, good or ill, he had and they would have this night and she was glad about that.

He caresses her cheek, with the back of his free hand before capturing a lock of her hair that has strayed onto her face. He curled it around his fingers and then lets it slide through them before tucking it back behind her ear. He smiled down at her. "Do you know something? You're a very beautiful woman Special Agent Ziva David." He told her in a soft, awed tone before lowering his lips to hers. She can taste and smell herself on him as he parts his lips to let her explore his mouth. She spread her legs a little further and then wrapped them around him. His lips left hers to nuzzle at her neck as he slowly thrust forward. He slipped through her lips, catching at her entrance for a moment, but doesn't quite hit the mark and slides passed. She had to stifle a little squeak of reaction as his penis knocked against her clit.

She reached between them and slowly ran her hand down his length until she can wrap her fingers around his base. His dick is slippery with saliva, and a mixture of their natural lubricants. She can't resist the urge to explore him a little, feeling the pulsing ridges of the veins on his underside before she guided him to her entrance. His mouth was warm against her neck, his teeth occasionally lightly nibbled at her pulse. Her breath hitched and she inhaled sharply when he pushed into her. She has always liked this part best. When a man first entered her when her flesh was at its most resisting, no matter how aroused or ready she was. The feeling of being filled and stretched almost against her will although her hips rose to encourage him. And then, there was the moment of surrender, when her body gave itself over to being invaded, welcomed it. When she could give in, tighten her legs or grab his ass and urge him to plumb her depths and find her core.

She does these things as she exhales a slow, heavy breath. The hard little points of her nipples slid against his chest as he moved forward, growing hot and tingly and radiating electric little prickles into her chest. He drove a burning trail of delicious friction through her as his hard member knifed through her resistant, but pliable flesh. She undulated against him when his pubic bone finally met hers. His hand stroked the side of her face before his fingers wound into her hair and then they kissed. She felt him throbbing and pulsing against the tight, moist grip of her sex as they rock together and their tongues massage one another's while lips slid together softly and sensuously.

He lifted his lips from hers as he slowly pulled back. She fondled his buttocks, testing the not quite smooth skin and the firm muscle underneath as he slid back into her, starting the steady rhythmic climb to the pinnacle of release they both sought. They moved together and in counterpoint to writhe and undulate together dragging his thick hard shaft back and forth through her tight channel, sending electric arcs of pleasurable energy crackling into her body. He let his weight rest lightly on her chest, flattening her breasts and trapping the hard peaks of her nipples against his chest. When their bodies slid together the sensitive nubs drag across his chest with heated friction and collide with his with jarring jolts of sensation. She tried to control her breathing, but each touch, each stroke seemed to speed up her need for air, making her pant.

They ground together when their pubic bones met, her clit mashed against his pubes and the thick base of his cock and it feels like repeatedly sticking her fingers into a live wall socket as hard, intense surges of energy bombard her nerves and made her muscles tense and made her press harder against him. Her hands left his ass and she dragged her fingernails up his flexing back. They shared short kisses frequently, but both of them needed their mouths to suck in air to fuel their pounding, grinding bodies as their pace quickened. She sucked at his lower lip, he nibbled at hers, lips, tongues and teeth tasted and tested flesh while palms slid across sweaty skin and fingers traced abstract patterns. Her body remembered the orgasm his mouth and fingers had given her, not too long ago and she felt that wave building again, lashed to rolling, roaring, frothing heights by the unrelenting storm of his pounding cock.

Somehow, their hands found each other and their fingers interlocked as his larger ones pressed hers into the bed, just above her shoulders. She saw his face, mere inches from hers, his expression is awed and strained at the same time as he strives to keep pleasuring her and himself while trying not to lose control. His hands drew hers above her head and there was a slight shift in their position and on his next stroke he delved even deeper. She gasped out a surprised cry as his dick head pressed through the tight ring of her cervix. He threw his head back, his back arching and driving him just that little bit deeper inside her. She heard him grunt and then groan, his fingers tightening between hers and she feels him jerk and expand in pulses against the tight confines of her pussy. Liquid heat bathes her womb as he came inside her.

His orgasm and the resulting hard, fast, grinding thrusts triggered her release and the wave of her climax broke on her senses with a thundering crash. Her sex locked around him, the muscles clenching, flexing back against themselves around his hard, pulsing shaft while her cream flooded from her in hot, moist surges to mix with the seed he was pumping into her. Her spine bent back as her muscles tensed from its base to her neck, pressing her up against his weight. Her chest was on fire and she felt as if she were suffocating. She expelled air along with a hoarse, drawn out cry, to drag in more through her wide open mouth and flared nostrils while frazzled nerves carried pleasure to her very fingertips, leaving her tingling all over. Wave after wave of ecstasy robbed her of conscious thought and she was only barely aware of him collapsing onto her because the warm comfort of his weight added to the overall feeling of euphoria that had her floating in a over sensitized haze.

His panting breath was hot on the light film of sweat at her throat. His fingers lay loosely between hers as he lay draped over her, her legs still loosely wrapped around his thighs when that haze finally starts to clear. Random, unexpected shockwaves still tensed her muscles, and she groaned as he shift inside her as he started to shrink. Her sex clutched at him, trying to stop his retreat, making her sensitive flesh buzz with a sensation similar to pins and needles, but in the end failing, as nature took its course and he slipped from her. She feels his lips press against her skin, a light, sucking kiss before, with a deep groan he rolled off her and she was forced to unlock her ankles and relinquish her last hold on him. He lay next to her for a moment, exhaling a long slow breath and then reached over and pulled her to him.

She sighed in contentment as she rested her head on the pillow of his shoulder and snuggled against his side as he pulled her leg over his so that she is half draped across him. She felt his head shift and feels him kiss the top of her head before he gently brushed the hair from her face that is obscuring it from his view. She draped her arm over his chest, curling it until she can worm her fingers under his shoulder in a soft hug. She felt his arm, warm down her back and his hand rested on her hip, his fingers lightly stroking the slightly raised ridge of a scar he found there. A noise from across the room draws both their attention and the find a cat staring at them on the fire escape outside her window. "It seems we had an audience." He comments and she chuckled. "This is going to be complicated, isn't it?" she mused. "Yes, but we're complicated kind of people and I think we will find our way." He answered her his voice quiet and sincere. "I think you're right, Special Agent DiNozzo." She agreed and then added: "Besides I could use the company."

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