Anything For Love[Roger Taylor fan fiction]

Your Pillows

His fingers circling your clit. Faster and Faster.

Moans are being screamed into the empty and hot air.

Oh holy shit it felt so good you never wanted to stop but he finally did once you were satisfied.

He knew where it was and he knew how to make his fingers dance.

He rolled on top of you and you looked at Roger lustfully, giving him a look you knew he possibly couldn't stand as he swung his legs over you in the perfect position.

You both didn't have to worry about taking off any clothes as this wasn't the first time tonight.

The black lingerie you bought for tonight was expensive and sexy. It showed off your large breasts that pushed out of the lace. It was nearly a thong attached with lace and ties. This little piece, one or many for the tour, was flung lying on the ground along with your shirts and pants and Roger's boxers.

A box of condoms sat next to the bed, unused. You weren't even sure why they were there as you still desperately tried for a child.

He teased you, playing with your breasts as you moaned under the small pleasure it brought you.

Such a simple thing yet it felt fucking incredible.

Finally, he inserted into you and your head fell back in moans as the best and rawest pleasure was coursing through your body.

You could have 1,000 rounds of sex (you'd like to if that was possible) and still feel like it was the first time he inserted his dick in.

He did it with such ease he knew exactly how to do it and he knew exactly what it did to you.

He pinned your hands against the mattress as you squirmed under him in relief.

You tried to kiss him but it was impossible. Too much hot frenzy was coursing through your body.

Something you rarely did but felt like doing it tonight, you rolled him over pinning him down against the bed.

A sturdy bed, lasted all night and still hadn't made a sign of breaking but you felt as if you were slowly caving in the mattress as hard as you were going.

You were on top of Roger as you could still feel the pleasure inside of you.

Moans were probably heard all throughout the hotel.

Your own moans but also Roger's rough yet high-pitched moans.

It was the oddest mixture you've ever heard. While singing he could reach incredible highs and horse lows. It came out in his moans and yells of your name.

If your mind wasn't so distracted you would be thinking about the band giggling in the room they were in which was right across the hall.

The bed was practically causing an earthquake you and Roger were shaking it so hard.

Your thrusts were fast but perfect as he also moaned, screaming your name.

His hair was sticking to his face with sweat. Your sweat was dripping off of your face. Your hair was also soaked.

It was hot and humid now and it only added to the sensation.

The clock read 5:51. The show was done at 12 and you got into the room around 1 am. Almost exactly 5 hours of pleasure.

At first, it was even more crazed and exciting.

The sexual tension between the two of you was growing and growing ever since that last night before leaving for the plane. That was what only two days ago.

The tension between you grows as fast as a blink of an eye. One small thing and all you can imagine is Roger inside of you thrusting harder and harder as you moaned.

You didn't even care about release although it was an incredible feeling you wanted each session to last as long as possible.

Until you finally released and oh my nothing was better than this.

His rawness inside or you.

You took a break as he sucked at your tits and neck playing his tongue around on your skin until you rolled on top of him, inserting him into you again.

He knew exactly what pleased you and he did it with such care and technique, it was heavenly.

The sheets coated, your pillows drenched in sweat.

It was like the carriage scene in Titanic if that movie had been released at this time.

No blankets remained on the bed.

Only you, Roger, a sheet, and two pillows. Nothing was keeping you from him.

Not even a condom.

Hickeys from earlier tonight coated your neck and breasts.

The shirt you were wearing to tomorrow night's show, well more like a bralette, would surely reveal all the purplish bruises.

You felt like a new couple with him, not yet married and not yet trying for kids.

You tried to think you gave up on the pregnancy but you didn't.

You thrust harder in him.

Maybe it was destiny to not be pregnant.

Harder and harder.

It would save you the trouble and pain.

You were on the edge pushing deeper.

You could simply adopt a child and problem solved.

Moaning loudly.

There was no cause for your infertility.

You were thrusting as hard as you could.

Wait.

The bed was shaking.

The pills.

It was almost there you could feel it.

The anxiety pills caused infertility until after a year of not using them.

You released for the...you didn't even know how many times tonight.

The pills caused infertility and it's temporary.