The Extra's Rise-Chapter 564: A Blue Rose Blooms (6) [R18]

The air in Rose’s bedroom was thick with anticipation, the moonlight casting soft shadows that danced across their entwined bodies. Rose’s hands, still trembling with a heady mix of desire and nervous excitement, traced the hard lines of Arthur’s abdomen, her fingers lingering on the defined ridges of his six-pack. As their kisses deepened, her hands ventured lower, brushing against the waistband of his trousers. She felt the unmistakable firmness beneath the fabric, a sign of his arousal that sent a thrill through her, her own body responding with a rush of heat.

Rose pulled back slightly, her brown eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and awe as she met his gaze. Her cheeks flushed, but there was a determination in her expression, fueled by the research she’d done in secret—late nights spent scrolling through articles and forums, learning about intimacy in ways that both intrigued and intimidated her. She wanted to please him, to explore this new territory together. "I want to try something," she whispered, her voice barely audible but laced with resolve.

Arthur’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening with desire as he nodded, his hands resting gently on her hips. "Whatever you want, Rose," he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

Her fingers fumbled slightly as she unbuttoned his trousers, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. She pushed the fabric down, revealing the tight black briefs that did little to conceal his arousal. Her breath caught as she slid the briefs down, freeing his erection. Her eyes widened at the sight of his cock—larger than she’d expected, thick and pulsing with need. The sheer size of it was daunting, yet the sight sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs.

"Oh," she breathed, her voice a mix of shock and fascination. She reached out tentatively, her fingers brushing against him, marveling at the warmth and hardness beneath her touch. Arthur groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips as he fought to keep his composure.

Drawing on the tips she’d read online, Rose sank to her knees, her movements hesitant but determined. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, her grip light and exploratory. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to the tip, her lips trembling slightly as she adjusted to the new sensation. Arthur’s sharp intake of breath spurred her on, and she parted her lips, taking him into her mouth. Her movements were clumsy at first, her tongue swirling tentatively as she tried to recall the techniques she’d studied. She moved slowly, her lips sliding along his length, her hand stroking what she couldn’t take in.

Arthur’s hands found her hair, his fingers threading gently through her auburn strands, guiding her without forcing. "Rose," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, "that feels... incredible." His encouragement bolstered her confidence, though her inexperience was evident in the uneven rhythm of her movements, the occasional graze of her teeth making him hiss softly.

As her efforts intensified, after half an hour, Arthur’s breathing grew ragged, his hips twitching involuntarily. Sensing he was close, he gently cupped her face, easing her back. "Rose, wait," he panted, his eyes heavy-lidded but filled with concern. "I don’t want to... not yet."

She looked up at him, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes wide with uncertainty. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice small.

"No," he said quickly, kneeling to meet her at eye level, his hands cradling her face. "You were perfect. I just want to take care of you too." His lips found hers in a slow, reassuring kiss, dispelling her doubts as he guided her to her feet.

Arthur’s hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her lacy panties. He paused, his eyes seeking her permission once more. Rose nodded, her breath shallow, and he slowly peeled the delicate fabric down her legs, leaving her bare before him. The cool air against her skin made her shiver, but his touch was warm as he guided her to the bed, laying her down on the soft pastel sheets.

His fingers traced the curve of her inner thigh, teasingly close to her core, and Rose’s breath hitched, her body tensing with anticipation. "Relax," Arthur murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he settled beside her. His hand moved higher, his fingers gently parting her folds to find her already slick with arousal. He circled her clit with a feather-light touch, drawing a soft moan from her lips. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his fingers exploring her with care, coaxing her body to respond.

Rose’s hips arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he slipped a finger inside her, moving slowly to let her adjust. The sensation was new, overwhelming, but his gentleness made it feel safe, intimate. He added a second finger, curling them slightly, and her moans grew louder, her body trembling as he worked to prepare her, ensuring she was ready.

When her breaths became more urgent, her hands clutching the sheets, Arthur reached for his discarded trousers, pulling a condom from the pocket. He tore the packet open with steady hands, rolling it onto himself with practiced ease. Rose watched, her heart pounding, a mix of nerves and desire swirling within her.

He positioned himself above her, his body a comforting weight as he braced himself on his forearms. "We’ll go slow," he promised, his voice steady despite the need in his eyes. He kissed her deeply, grounding her as he guided himself to her entrance. The first touch of him against her made her tense, but his lips on hers, his whispered reassurances, kept her anchored.

Arthur pressed forward slowly, inch by careful inch, his eyes locked on hers for any sign of discomfort. Rose gasped at the stretch, the sensation foreign but not painful, thanks to his careful preparation. He paused, letting her adjust, his hand stroking her hair as he murmured, "You’re doing so well, love."

She nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders as she urged him to continue. He moved deeper, filling her completely, and the intimacy of the moment—the connection, the trust—overwhelmed her. Their bodies found a slow, tentative rhythm, each movement a discovery, a shared journey. Rose’s initial discomfort gave way to pleasure, her moans mingling with his as they moved together, the moonlight casting their entwined forms in a silver glow.

The rhythm of their bodies grew more confident, the initial hesitancy giving way to a shared intimacy that felt both exhilarating and profound. Rose clung to Arthur, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him inside her. Each slow thrust was a careful exploration, his movements deliberate to ensure her comfort, but the heat building between them was undeniable. The moonlight bathed their entwined forms, casting soft shadows across Rose’s pastel sheets, amplifying the intimacy of the moment.

Rose’s breaths came in soft, shuddering gasps, her body responding to Arthur’s steady pace. The initial discomfort had melted into a warm, pulsing pleasure, her hips rising to meet his as she surrendered to the sensation. Arthur’s lips found hers, their kisses deep and urgent, grounding her as the intensity built. His hands roamed her body, one cupping her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, while the other steadied her hip, guiding their rhythm.

"Rose," he murmured against her lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You feel... so perfect." His words sent a shiver through her, her body tightening around him in response, drawing a low groan from his throat.

Her hands slid down his back, tracing the taut muscles, feeling the strength in his frame as he moved above her. The pleasure was overwhelming, a crescendo that built with every thrust, every touch. Rose’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared the edge. "Arthur," she gasped, her voice thick with need, "I’m... I’m close."

"Me too," he whispered, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling. He quickened his pace slightly, still careful, his eyes locked on hers to gauge her response. The connection between them—emotional, physical, raw—pushed them both toward release. Rose’s body arched beneath him, a soft cry escaping her lips as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her first orgasm with him washing away any lingering nerves.

Arthur followed moments later, his thrusts faltering as he buried himself deep, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he came inside the condom. The intensity of his release mirrored hers, their bodies trembling together in the shared ecstasy. For a moment, they stayed like that, locked in each other’s arms, their breathing ragged, hearts pounding in sync.

He kissed her tenderly, his lips lingering on hers as they both came down from the high. Slowly, he eased out of her, careful not to overwhelm her sensitive body. He disposed of the condom discreetly, then returned to her side, pulling her into his arms. Rose nestled against his chest, her skin flushed and warm, a soft smile playing on her lips. "That was..." she whispered, searching for words, "more than I ever imagined."

Arthur chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "For me too," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. The warmth of her body against his, the softness of her skin, stirred something in him even as they lay in the afterglow. His hand slid down her side, brushing the curve of her hip, and he felt himself hardening again, the desire for her far from sated.

Rose noticed the shift, her eyes widening slightly as she felt him press against her thigh. A playful smile curved her lips, and she tilted her head up to meet his gaze. "Already?" she teased, her voice a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"Can’t help it," Arthur replied, his voice low and husky as he leaned in to kiss her again, this time with a renewed hunger. The kiss deepened quickly, tongues tangling, hands roaming with less hesitation than before. Rose’s fingers traced the ridges of his abs, then lower, brushing against his growing erection, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

He pulled back just enough to grab another condom from his trousers, rolling it on with practiced ease. "Are you okay for more?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Rose’s heart raced, but the warmth in her body, the ache for him, was undeniable. She nodded, her hands pulling him closer. "Yes," she whispered, her voice steady with want. "I want you again."

This time, their movements were less tentative, more assured. Arthur guided himself to her entrance, finding her still slick and ready. He entered her slowly, letting her adjust, but the urgency between them built faster now. Rose’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans mingling with his as they found a rhythm that was both passionate and intimate. The night stretched on, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire, pausing only to catch their breath before diving back into each other, lost in the connection they’d waited so long to fully embrace.