BETRAYAL

Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Flashbacks

 

"Jerrod and Mika are coming back today." Natasha sighed, laying on Dre's chest as they come down from one of the many orgasmic highs they've been on since consummating their relationship, just a few days before. They were floating on fluffy Cloud 9 ever since. Making love, laughing, reminiscing. It was all just too good to be true almost.

"Cool, you wanna stay with me?" She smiled against his neck, shrugging her shoulders. 

"Hmm. I want to, but I don't want to rush things, you know?" He sighed, flipping her naked body over so she was under him and he was hovering over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, slapping the back of his head so he could stop staring at her breasts and focus on her eyes.

"Eyes up here." She teased.

He bent down, biting her chocolate nipple, literally. Just a few hours ago she became his personal sundae.

"Hello?" Natasha answered the phone Dre had bought her the day before with a smile on her face, knowing it was him because he was the only one with the number. She had anticipated hearing that deep voice for hours. he's been gone too long. She missed her man and a big, something else.

"Do you love me?" He asked, smiling. She rolled her eyes, hearing the smirk in laced in his voice. He was so confident, and though the arrogance she could do without sometimes, she loved the fact he knew it without a doubt.

"Of course, baby." She said, walking down the steps. She peeked out the night-like black window blinds that decorated the front of the house to see him standing there with flowers. She smiled, walking towards the door, before she heard his voice halt her soft feet from moving any further. His next words had her heartbeat pick up and her mind running on what was coming.

"You trust me?" He went on, to which she also said yes to.

"Unlock the door and go sit on the table." She smiled, walking to the long wooden table and sitting down. She heard the door opening just as she went to lay down. She began to hang up the phone, knowing it was him coming in when his deep voice stopped her for the second time.

"Stay on the phone." His husky voice didn't go unnoticed as she heard his heavy steps, but had yet to see his handsome face. She looked to her side to see him smiling at her, wearing a bluetooth She giggled to herself and nodded, holding the phone to her ear. It was different, but Deandre wanted to hear her.

"Close your eyes and relax." He instructed, and she did. He could hear her soft breathing through the phone as he walked to the kitchen, grabbing any cold treat he could lick off his dessert of choice, her. She closed her eyes, anticipating his return. Soon, his Burberry scent filled her nostrils and a shadow appeared over her closed eyes.

She assumed it was his hands--that is until he tied the cloth behind her head. She started to ask what he was doing, enabling her to see anything. She was getting exited, his little minx. She breathed deeply, reaching out for him, but he was busy at the end of the table, pulling her small ankles closer to the edge of the table so some of her legs hung off.

"What're you doing?" She wondered. He smirked.

He started with her nipples, dripping cold fudge on each one then caramel, and to her delight, the cold liquid felt amazing against her burning skin. What was he doing to her? He listened as she moaned into the bluetooth mobile device in his ear, making it all the better and even more hot than the fudge rolling off her clit that he lapped up with his long tongue, cooling it down while he heated her up.