Lover || Roger Taylor x Reader

Chapter Four

"Roger....."

Your breathy moan was barely audible with the way that your face was pressed into his neck. You had to cling to him in this position, arms around him, hands on his back, legs around his hips...

"Y-You sure this can't come off?" Roger grasped your bra strap between his teeth and let it snap back against your skin.

He heard a quiet whimper as you shook your head, "It stays on."

"Fair enough." The fact that Roger could keep up a fairly normal conversation during sex was a talent in and of itself. No matter what the two of you were doing, he never ceased to amaze you with bizarre talents galore. You knew you'd make a joke about this one later. He was barely breaking a sweat, but had you writhing underneath him like you could barely take it and he'd only just started.

You were too caught up in the moment and way too far gone to come up with any witty response to his attempt at conversation. You clung to him, listening to his harsh pants and soft moans in your ear. Your arms were still around his body, holding yourself steady as he thrust into you a touch harder. You felt the tension in his shoulders dissipate slightly when he heard you finally moan.

He'd been waiting to know if you'd been enjoying yourself. It made you wonder why he tried to hide the softness of his personality from you. He cared so fully and so deeply. In all your life, that's all you'd wanted from him. You'd only wanted that sweet side of him to be yours. Turns out, you'd always had it. He just had chosen to let you figure that out on your own. Roger made you work for what he gave you, but turns out maybe you hadn't had to work so hard after all.

"R-Rog....."

"Yeah..?" He panted, looking down at you from beneath the blonde fringe hanging in his face. He looked divine. Now there was a thin sheen of sweat on his pale body, making his skin glisten and you suddenly had the urge to kiss over every spot of naked flesh on his body. He would've let you had you asked.

"I-I feel funny..."

"Like...funny how?"

You huffed. Your face was flushed with effort. Your hips moved against his with each thrust. You hadn't even noticed it. Your body simply knew what it needed, it seemed. You couldn't explain it. Your body was behaving strangely and it was somewhat terrifying to you. Roger could sense your unease and he linked his fingers with yours, dropping his head against your shoulder. "You're going to cum, that's why you feel like that."

"...what?"

"You haven't ever...?" Roger let his sentence trail off and die out, hoping you'd imply what he was asking. You didn't. Or at least, judging by your expression you didn't, "I really...misjudged your experience, I suppose."

You heard him chuckle a little as he brushed his hair out of his face again, "never mind that," he said, followed by a soft grunt as he thrust in a little bit harder, "just relax baby girl, okay? Trust me..."

You felt yourself nodding but your mind was too hazy to form a coherent enough response worth opening your mouth for. You felt your mind begin to whirl as your eyes slipped closed. You held onto him as if your life depended on it. You were still meeting him thrust for thrust and you could feel that funny feeling humming through your entire body now, singing through your veins and threatening to wash over you, engulf you whole.

A voice spoke to you through the blur, "Shh...be a little quieter, will you?"

You huffed, barely acknowledging that Roger had even spoken to you, "h-huh?"