I'll Follow You Through the Dark (Roger Taylor Fan Fic)

Brighton and Hove

*more smut... Lol sorry.

I looked at the Brighton and Hove sign as we took the exit off of the highway. After driving down the beach access road for a while, Roger turned down a side street, where there weren't as many houses. Usually, in Brighton, the beach homes are connected to each other, like townhouses. Roger's car came to a halt, in front of a small cottage that sat by itself. This was a rare find in the tiny south coast town. The house was painted a pale pastel yellow, with beige shingles. I looked at Roger through my sunglasses and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Stunning, Rog. How'd you manage to find a remote little cottage like this in Brighton and Hove? Thank you, we needed this" I threw my arms over his shoulders and tried hugging him still buckled in my seat. 

"Don't thank me yet, love. We haven't even gone inside. What do you say?" Roger said, pushing his car door open to rush to the trunk to get our luggage. 

I unbuckled my seatbelt, and ran to help him bring our things inside. I tried to pack as light as possible, but Roger didn't get the idea, he brought more things than I did.

"Blimey Rog, think you could of packed any more?"

"S'alright love, just set them down. I'll take care of everything. And besides, you never know who will see us, can't help that I have a familiar face now," Roger motioned for me to set his luggage down, as he made his way up the stairs and laid my bags on the beautiful wrap around porch.

I walked up onto the porch, and looked out to see a private sector of the beach. The waves crashed onto the shore, and the smell of saltwater overtook me. 

"It's almost as beautiful as you," Roger whispered, as he placed his arms around my waist. I rested my head on his chest, and closed my eyes. Nothing could compare to this moment.

"Ya know, I love the boys, but just you and I, a stunning cottage with our own private beach, and a weekend alone is exquisite," I hummed. 

Roger nodded, and placed his head atop of mine, "Let's have a look around, shall we?"

I pulled open the screen door, and looked around. A ceramic seahorse hung on the living room wall was the first thing to catch my eye. The dining room had a long wooden table, already set with yellow placemats and a centerpiece made of red roses. I made my way into the kitchen, which was also florid and ornate with beach themed decor. Down the hall, I found Roger in what was presumed to be our bedroom for the weekend. He was delicately unpacking our things, but stopped when I leaned up against the doorframe.

 "Look Y/N, we even have a sliding door that leads to the porch," he smiled. 

I walked over to the sliding door, and peered out for a moment before turning to Roger, "Can I thank you now?"

His eyes grew wide, as I lifted his shirt over his head, and pushed him onto the bed. He shoved our clothes into a pile on the floor, and rested his hands in my hair and on my neck. Not breaking the kiss, I managed to lift my tank top off and reveal my bikini top. 

"We didn't even get a chance to swim yet, and here I am taking your bathing suit off of you." Roger winked, as he pulled the string to unravel the top, "Anyway, birthday suits are so much better."

I unbuttoned my shorts, and shimmied them off leaving me in nothing but my bikini bottoms. I straddled Roger, and grinded over him in his swimming shorts. A moan slipped from my mouth, as he flipped me over and moved in between my legs. 

"It's just us two for once, no one will hear you, it's not like the flat building where the walls are paper thin," Roger said with a cheeky grin. He leaned in once again for a kiss.  I could feel his want for me, so I tugged at his swimming shorts, and pulled them down as far as I could before he stood up from the bed and pulled them off. I crawled to the edge of the bed, and knelt down in front of him. I don't give him head enough, so I took his dick into my hand and stroked it while looking at him through my eyelashes. Roger's head tilted back, while his lips made an O shape. I took him in my mouth, and bobbed up and down a couple of times while stroking him with my hands, "I want you, Rog. Please," I begged as I took him deep in my mouth once again.