Cindersmellya 1(34)

Derek turns around, and I swear the look in his eyes could make me cry right on the spot. Looking into his gorgeous eyes, everything else fades away.

God, there he is! Derek! Even his name is music to my ears.

As his arms wrap around me, I feel like I'm in a dream. Derek twirls me around three times and then pulls me into him. Inhaling his Hugo Boss cologne, I'm instantly wet from the memory of his scent on my skin before, and how I long to be covered in him again.

Derek looks fine as hell in his Vera Wang tuxedo from her black collection. His cufflinks shine as the light dances on them. Derek places his hands on both of my hips, as I hold onto his broad shoulders. We sway to the music entangled in each other. I run my hand across the soft, luxe fabric of his tuxedo. I feel Derek’s hand cupping my ass, pulling me into him until our bodies are pressed together. The way we move together as one lost in this sensual dance we have started. It takes me back to that first night I met him in the club. All of those feelings of bliss and lust come flooding back.

Looking at his lips, I can recall the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. The music courses through us, and we get lost in it completely. As Derek dips me, and spins me around slowly, my necklace looks like it's just floating in the air.

Slowly, Derek brings me back up, covering my hand with his as he takes his turn now to whisper in my ear. “Make your way to the back of the ballroom and wait by the curtain.” We share one last longing look on the dance floor as I nod my head to let him know I understand.

And before everything comes rushing back to reality around me, Derek is gone.

His voice echoes in my head as I ignore the looks from the crowd as I pass by them. I can feel their eyes darting up and down my body. I can hear the whispers.

“Where did she come from?”

"Does anyone know her?"

None of their sneers and dirty looks matter because I have to get to that curtain to meet my real life prince.

I reach the back to see Travers standing there like he is guarding the curtain. As I approach, Travers takes my arm and guides me to what is behind the curtain, a door. Leading where, I wonder.

I don’t have to wonder long because the door slowly creeps open and a strong hand clasps mine and pulled me into darkness.

I can’t see so I outstretch my arms to make sure I can feel whatever is in front of me. As I feel around in the dark blindly, I grab hold of a familiar something. I actually giggle, partially because of the enormous relief of finally being with Derek again and partially because I'm gripping his twelve-inch cock. My pussy has been aching so much for his cock that just the sheer thought of it makes my nipples hard and my panties wet.

I rub that huge cock through the trousers restraining it.

Slowly, the room illuminates with a soft pale light.

Derek lifts me and carries me to the middle of the chamber where there is a fireplace and a huge armchair. He places me down and then, standing behind me, Derek runs his fingers over the fabric of my dress, caressing my breasts through it. I move my hands to cover his. Standing in total silence, I feel a sense of perfect peace that I know is because, finally, we are alone. Together. Nothing will ever keep us apart again.

Derek's fingers quickly work my dress, and I'm panting at the sensation of him undressing me. As my dress slides down to the floor, Derek and his tongue follow it, licking up and down my spine. Stopping to nibble on my ass while he walks his fingers around to my pussy, my tiny g string is already wet. He pushes it to the side with his fingers to start rubbing my clit. Slowly, he bends me over. I feel his fingers drag over my pussy before he slides them inside me, scissoring and stretching me, getting me ready for his cock.

Derek is pumping his fingers fast and deep in my pussy when I feel his tongue start to dart around my ass. Arching my back and holding onto the sides of the chair, I push back into his face; I'm going ride the fuck out of his face. I can feel him sliding back, and I push with him until I am sitting on his face. His amazing fingers never miss a stroke. I start to unbutton his shirt, freeing his eight-pack abs. God, his body is gorgeous. I circle my tongue around his nipples and then run my tongue down his eight-pack abs, worshipping every chiseled inch of him.

Making my way down his stomach, trying to stay focused with his fingers and tongue going to work on me. His trousers only have one button, I take it in my mouth and pop it open. Derek lifts his hips up to let me take him out of his pants. I slide them down to his ankles, and my hands caress his thighs as I slide them back up in between his legs.

My tongue licks across the head of that gorgeous cock, twelve inches of rock-hard fun. I take my time using my mouth to caress his cock. Licking up and down his shaft, massaging his balls with my fingers.