the drummer boy ❦ Roger Taylor

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* let's talk about sex *

As soon as we got to Rogers bed, he pushed me back gently, so that I was laying down facing up to him. Whilst keeping eye contact, he leant down, arms keeping him propped up, leaving about a foot of distance between us. The two of us stared into each others eyes, breathing heavily. Finally, he closed the distance, smashing his lips against mine roughly. I kissed him back hungrily, pulling my hands through his hair. Without hesitating, Roger pulled his top over his head, his toned body pressing against mine. I ran my hands down his back, clutching him tightly. I couldn't help but wrap my legs around him, squeezing his body as close to mine as I could. My skirt rode up to my hips.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Roger groaned, sliding me up so that my head was now on the pillows. He then kissed and nipped at my neck, sucking hard below my ear. I moaned in response, the feeling familiar yet so incredible. My finger nails continued to scratch down his back, coaxing him to continue. Instead, he began kissing down my neck, towards my clothed chest. My slinky top was pulled off in one tug, leaving me in only my bra and skirt. Roger looked up to me, asking for approval to carry on. I nodded frantically, and he smirked in response. I could've died right there and then. Continuing the eye contact, he kissed down my stomach, and helped me to shimmy my skirt down my legs. Roger whistled softly at the sight of my thong. I thanked Mary in my head for forcing me to buy the pieces of string.

I felt Rogers long fingers rub at my core gently, immediately causing my hips to raise at the contact. Whilst doing this, we continued to kiss, them becoming more and more wanting. I needed Roger.

Although I was enjoying this, I wanted to show Roger that I could be in control. I slowly sat up, moving so that I was now on top. Roger laid back expectantly, his hands behind his head. I pecked him, before shuffling down and undoing his jeans. He slid them down his legs quickly, clearly enjoying where this was going. I nervously palmed at his crotch, trying to be confident but still feeling so inexperienced compared to him. Realising that I was completely in over my head, I decided to straddle him. I rocked atop him to keep the friction going, as Roger reached into his dressing table to get what I presumed was a condom.

Roger pulled off his boxers, and I have to admit, the size of him did intimidate me. I had slept with two people in my life, both of whom were a much smaller size than him. He slid the condom on, whilst I watched him in awe. He was so gorgeous. When he had done, he leant forward and swapped us and I was now beneath him. We kissed a bit more, whilst he teased my entrance. I yearned for him now.

Finally, he plunged deep into me, causing me to gasp and my eyes to roll back. The pleasure was immense. It had been a long time since I had last had sex, and when you have such strong feelings for someone, it is even better. The rhythm continued, both of our bodies moulding together to increase the feeling even more. Roger was reaching parts of me that I had never experienced, and it was absolutely incredible.

None of us spoke. We were simply enjoying each others bodies, and what a long time coming this moment is. Rogers forehead leant against my own, the beads of sweat forming whilst he continued pumping into me. My hands clawed at his back, no doubt leaving marks. I could feel myself getting so close, and from Rogers movements, he was the same. My body tensed up as he continued going at the fast pace.

With a final push, we both released in unison. I stayed in my position, as did he, riding out the complete bliss we both felt. Suddenly, Rogers length thrusted all the way back in again, a scream of ecstasy escaping my mouth.

"Holy shit." I breathed, mouth in an o position.

"I fucking love you." Roger replied.

Wait what?

He loves me?!

Holy shit.

"I love you." I whispered back, kissing him.

After a few moments, Roger pushed himself off of me and laid beside me. We both stared up to his ceiling, still breathless.

It was perfect. The awkwardness of the first time, along with the way he made me feel, and the incredible connection that we now had. It wasn't 'shagging', it was making love. I had never felt this way about anybody, and I was so grateful to have met him.

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Ah

First time I've ever written smut

How was it?

Also omg I want Roger in my life