Page 26 of Cipher's Baby Girl
He stands, pulling his t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion, and I gasp at the sight of his torso. Thick muscle ripples beneath skin marked by an intricate network of scars—some raised and angry, others faded with time. A tapestry of suffering etched into flesh.
I reach out, tracing a particularly vicious scar that runs from his collarbone to his sternum. "Who did this to you?"
Pain flickers in his eyes. "Men who thought they could break me."
I continue my exploration, fingers skimming over each mark with reverence rather than revulsion. "Did they?"
His expression darkens. “Yes.”
I sit up, pressing my lips to a circular scar near his heart.
A shudder runs through him at the contact. "Rose..."
I don’t stop. I kiss another scar, then another, working my way across his chest. His hand cups the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
I look up at him, suddenly bold. "Let me see all of you."
His jaw tightens, but his hands move to his belt buckle. The clink of metal seems to echo in the room as he unfastens it, thenunbuttons his jeans. He pushes them down along with his boxer briefs in one smooth motion, stepping out of them to stand naked before me.
My eyes widen at the sight of him—the powerful thighs dusted with dark hair, the impressive length of his penis jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. He's bigger than I expected, thicker, and a flutter of nervousness replaces some of my bravado.
He sees the flicker of uncertainty in my eyes. “Hey, we can stop anytime," he reminds me. "There's no rush."
"I don't want to stop," I say truthfully. "I'm just... you're…so big.”
A ghost of a smile touches his lips. "Don't worry, Baby Girl. I’ll make it good for you."
He lowers himself to the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he stretches out beside me. His hand skims my side, coming to rest on my hip, thumb stroking the sensitive skin above the waistband of my panties before his fingers slip beneath the cotton, sliding through the wetness he finds there. I gasp at the intimate touch, my hips bucking involuntarily.
"So responsive," he murmurs approvingly, circling my entrance before moving higher to find the bundle of nerves at my center. "And so wet for me. Such a good girl."
The praise combined with his skilled touch sends pleasure spiraling through me. My thighs fall open, giving him better access as he continues his exploration.
"That's it," he encourages as my breathing quickens. "Let go for me, Baby Girl. Show me how good it feels."
His finger slips inside me, and the unfamiliar intrusion makes me tense momentarily. He stills immediately.
"Relax," he soothes, pressing kisses along my jaw. "Just feel."
Gradually, my body yields to his touch. One finger becomes two, stretching me gently as his thumb continues to circle my clit. The dual sensations build rapidly, pressure coiling tighter and tighter at my core.
"Cipher," I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as something inside me begins to fracture.
"I've got you," he promises, increasing the pressure and speed of his ministrations. "Come for me, Rose. Let me see you."
The command tips me over the edge. Pleasure crashes through me in waves, my body arching off the bed as I cry out his name. He works me through it, murmuring praise and encouragement until the last tremors subside.
As I come back to myself, I find him watching me with something like wonder in his eyes. "Beautiful," he says softly. "So fucking beautiful when you come for me."
Before I can respond, he's moving between my thighs, settling his broad shoulders there as he removes my panties with careful hands. I realize his intent a moment before his mouth connects with my most intimate place.
"Oh!" I gasp, unprepared for the sensation of his tongue against my sensitive flesh.
He looks up the length of my body, eyes dark with desire. “I need to taste you, Baby Girl. I need it like I need the air I breathe.”
I nod wordlessly, unable to deny him anything in this moment. His mouth returns to me, his tongue exploring with deliberate strokes that have me writhing beneath him within minutes. My hands fist in the sheets as pleasure builds again, impossibly fast.
When he sucks gently on my clit while sliding two fingers back inside me, I orgasm once more, his name a broken cry on my lips. He doesn't stop, drawing out my climax until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
