Love Of My Life {•Roger Taylor•} BOOK ONE

chapter one hundred ninety six;

December 20, 1979

Roger decided since the twins were getting older, we should buy a Christmas tree and help them decorate it.

"How about this big one?" Roger said. I turned around with both the twins in my arms and they started clapping and cheering for it.

"I dunno Rog," I hesitated.

"I mean the twins seem to like it," he smirked.

It definitely could fit in our house, I just don't want anyone getting hurt.

"Fine, but you're going to do the top part," I told him.

"I'm fine with that, now let's get someone to cut it for us," he said.

Two hours later.

"Roger you wanted that big ass tree, you're going to carry that big ass tree in here," I said as I got the twins one by one out the car.

"I know I know," he said as he struggled to pull the tree out of the trailer we had to rent.

That damn tree was bigger than him, even bigger than Brian for all I know. For gods sake, we had to rent a damn trailer just to get the huge thing here.

"I've almost got it," Roger grunted as he came through the door being followed by the tree.

"Set it there, next to the fireplace," I said as I pointed to the stand I had just set up.

One hour later.

"Rog how are you going to get that star on top?" I asked as I helped Holly put on a couple of ornaments.

"Ben could give me a little help," he smiled as he handed the star to Ben. Ben smiled as Roger picked him up and lifted him high.

"Right there," Roger said as he looked up to the top of the tree.

"Ok dada," Ben said.

Ben did it. He managed to get the star on there just right. It tilted a bit, but it wasn't enough to notice.

"That's my little man," Roger said as he tossed Ben up and caught him.
"Roger be careful, don't drop him," I frowned.

"Alright, alright Im sorry. I won't do it again," he said as he ran his fingers through Ben's short hair.

I already had a couple of presents for the twins, and I knew they would like them. Roger was already practicing his ho ho ho, which I thought was really funny.

10:00 pm

"Would you like an early Christmas present petal?" Roger smirked.

"If it has to do with you, then hell yes," I said as I turned to face him on the bed.

Roger stood up and motioned me towards him, when I reached him he grabbed my waist and pushed me against the wall.

He kissed my neck sloppily and violently. His hands never left my waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Rog-" I moaned.

"Shh. You'll wake the twins," he breathed.

He started to take off my shorts, then he slipped off my shirt. Then it came down to me in my panties and bra.

"May I?" He asked. Those words oh so familiar for anytime this happened.

"Please," I whimpered.

He unhooked my bra and tugged my panties right down. Roger grasped my boobs in his hands and started making his way down, pressing kisses along my chest and stomach.

"Get on the bed, it'd be easier," he said.

I've never run faster to a bed in my life. His voice sounding so soothing, I just can't help myself at this point.

He climbed on top of me, I let him do all the work. He laid me against the headboard, and held his hands on my hips.

He positioned me comfortably before he entered me, and when he did I let out a moan.

"Don't wake the twins, we can't scar them already," Roger whispered. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his hands on my waist.

"Oh precious, you're getting tight-" Roger mumbled.

"Im about to-" I said before he pressed his lips against mine.

He pulled away and said, "Just wait a second."

I really couldn't wait, I was so close to my climax. I tried to hold it in as much as I could until a wave of pleasure went down my body. I moaned, not too loud for anyone outside our bedroom to hear, but enough so Roger could know how much I enjoyed it.

"Looks like someone's a bit too excited," Roger smirked as he pulled out.

"More," I whispered.

"I'm afraid I can't do that love, you can't be greedy. Besides, that was just a little preview of what Christmas Eve is going to be like," Roger breathed.

"But I thought you were going to be santa," I laughed as I tried to get up but stumbled back on the bed.

"Can santa not make his kids and his woman happy at the same time?" Roger asked as he slipped a shirt on.

"I'm not sure santa has kids Rog," I grinned.

"Shut up and kiss me."