/!\ SMUT ALERT /!\

Roger's lips crashed on Laura's soft skin, devouring it with passion and lust. She lightly quivered as the tip of his tongue sensuously played with her neck, and his teeth carefully bit it. She closed her eyes and ran a hand through his blond hair, feeling his warm chest burning her own.

Laura sat up quickly and pulled him even closer to firmly press her lips against his; his chest now was crashing her breasts, which were still covered with her bra. He gently pushed her on the mattress again, pinning her wrists on the pillow, right above her head, with one hand. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips, bothered by his trousers that were still on, though she had already unbuttoned them.

“Roger... Your jeans...” she moaned between two kisses. Roger looked down at them and let go of her hands, taking his jeans off and throwing it on the floor. He was now only wearing his briefs; Laura's eyes lingered on his prominent erection that looked like it was going to rip the fabric.

His skillful hands slipped behind her back, and she helped him reach the closure of her bra by lifting her hips up and making her back follow. With a finger snap, he got rid of it, and Laura stared at Roger with a smirk, biting her lip and stroking his shoulders. He removed her bra and put it on his jeans. Then, he gently placed his hands on her breasts, admiring them with sparkling eyes.

Before he could even start to play with them, Laura slowly pushed him by poking him right under the collar bones. His eyes widened in confusion, and he shook his head.

“Time for a game, my Rog...” she whispered in a sexy voice. Every time Roger and Laura did the thing, they played a game to make each other wait before acting. Many couples would find that annoying and would finally give up if one of the partners suggested it; but they did enjoy it, as it made them long for the other even more. They usually played a random game each would find, until their guts would burn with desire. The idea came from Roger, one time when he was anxious about something and therefore could not really be into it; however, he did not force himself or give up. Since he had problems to get excited at that moment, he needed to be teased, and a game seemed like a lovely idea. When they tried, it pleased them so much that they decided to keep it up for all the other times they would make love. One rule had been established: one game could only be played once.

The funny thing was that they never ran out of ideas.

“It's your turn to decide, darling” Roger moaned in her ear as he stroked her body and she squeezed his bum.

“Okay, huh...” she whispered, looking up at the ceiling, trying to think about a good game. She stroked Roger's hair and played with the elastic of his briefs. “I think I got one.”

“Tell me about it...”

“Try to seduce me with a song.”

“What do you mean?” he frowned.

“If you want this” she winked, pointing at her body, “you need to find a good song that could turn me on and let you play with me.”

“Am I supposed to sing lyrics?”

“Yeah! Oh, and it has to be an already existing song! If I let you sing your own lyrics, that would be cheating. And also, no Queen song. Too easy.”

Roger laughed and sat on his heels, biting his lip as he pondered about a good song. He knew many erotic or sexual lyrics, but he had to find the right ones to turn Laura on. An idea popped in his mind. He jumped out of bed and imitated the sound of a guitar with his mouth. He started to give abrupt yet sensual hip hits.

“You know you're a cute little heartbreaker, huh? Foxy! And you know you're a sweet little lovemaker, huh? I wanna take you home, I won't do you no harm, no, you've got to be all mine, all mine, foxy lady!”

Laura laughed and ran a hand through her messy hair. Roger was proudly looking at her, with a smirk and a wink. “Nice hit” she said “but no. Try again!”

“What? Come on, everybody's turned on by Foxy Lady!”

“Yeah, but you must try harder, if you want this!” she said, pointing at her body once again. Roger sighed and chuckled, trying to find other lyrics. When he found them, he cleared his throat and stared at her.

“Way, way down inside, honey you need it, I'm gonna give you my love, aaah! I'm gonna give you my love, aaah! Oh! Whole lotta love, wanna whole lotta love, wanna whole lotta love, wanna whole lotta love!”

“Nice, nice” she replied, biting her finger as she longed for Roger to jump on her. Yet, she shook her head and told him to find other lyrics. Roger laughed and tapped his fingers on his thigh, thinking about another Led Zeppelin song. If anybody needed songs about sex, a walk on the Led Zeppelin side was the solution. To spice things up but also for a laugh, he grabbed a hairbrush on a chest of drawers and pulled up his briefs so it would hug his bulge. He started to imitate Robert Plant, making her laugh.

“Squeeze me baby, till the juice runs down my leg, the way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right out of bed, bed, bed, BEEEED!”

She chuckled and bit her lip harder, shaking her head as it still was not enough. Roger was lost: what could he sing now? Something sexual, quick... Roger felt a pain in his stomach, and he knew it was caused by the sight of his gorgeous and sexy Laura lying on the bed with her knees stuck against each other just to prevent him from seeing her full body. Plenty of dirty lyrics went through his mind, and his underpants felt so tight that he almost wanted to sing his own lyrics. However, that would be cheating.

Roger pondered, pondered and pondered, while Laura was impatiently staring at him on the bed. Right when she was about to give up on the game to have him, he exclaimed he found some lyrics. He pulled down his briefs, throwing them on one side, and grabbed his leather jacket at the other side of the room, which he clothed himself in. He took his sunglasses and put them on, before staring at Laura.

“Some people call me the space cowboy” he started to sing, wiggling his hips and moving his arms, “some call me the gangster or love. Some people call me Maurice – owow owow! – 'cause I speak of the pompitous of love!”

Laura was dying of laughter as he spun round and spanked his own butt, licking his bottom lip for her to see. Of course, The Joker by the Steve Miller Band always was the right thing to sing. She nodded and gestured to him to join her in bed. He threw his sunglasses and jacket on the floor, and jumped on the mattress, making it squeak, and kissed her passionately, playing with her breasts. His lips went from her mouth to them, teasing them and making her moan. She buried a hand in his hair, and arched her back as his right hand slipped between her legs. She spread them a bit, enabling him to be more comfortable between them, and to have a full view. Roger blushed and ran a fingertip down to her stomach, making it spin all around her belly button, giving it a sweet kiss. Then, his hands stroked her legs, lingering on her knees and going further.

“I'm sorry, maybe my legs aren't neatly shaved” Laura blushed.

“I don't give a shit” he smiled. “You're still the most gorgeous one to me.”

Laura smiled at his words and suddenly clutched the sheets, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping, as Roger was kissing her clit and giving it gentle licks with the tip of his tongue. She let her head crash back on the pillow and took a deep breath, feeling the excitement burn her lower abdomen. It felt like a thousand of flames had just lit up inside her, but still were concentrated on one spot. The magical spot as she liked to call it.

Roger pushed a finger inside her, still taking care of her clit. Laura bit her fist and firmly closed her eyes. She was breathing loudly and fast, her stomach moving madly as she inhaled and exhaled. He blinked and looked at her straight in the eye, making her feel even more excited. As she moaned louder and louder, her lips mouthed his name. He grinned and added another finger inside her, making her groan and kick the mattress.

A few minutes later, Roger pulled away and lay on top of her again, burying his fingers in her pretty hair. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, before pressing them against hers. She was still breathing deeply, and at the same time, her hand was stroking Roger's cock. The soft sound of his voice vibrated inside his throat, and he slightly parted his lips to let out a moan of satisfaction. He kissed her neck and sucked on it, leaving a tiny hickey. His mouth moved to her ear, which he nipped gently. As Laura made him face her and licked her bottom lip, he shook his head.

“I'm so excited right now I want to skip the blowjob” he whispered in a moan. “I want you right now.”

“Then, have me right now.”

Roger grinned and lightly pulled away from her. He grabbed her hips, which she lifted, and helped her keep that position. He slowly thrusted inside her, making her sigh. He made sure he did not hurt her, and lay on top of her again, starting to move his hips. She moaned louder and louder, her fingers firmly holding the sheets. She closed her eyes and lifted her chin, focusing on each movement Roger made. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Laura... Laura...” he whispered, getting thrills through his whole body. His hands pinned her hips to the mattress, and he started to move faster and faster. The deeper he went, the louder Laura shouted.

“Oh, fuck, Rog, that feels so good! Goddammit!”

He smirked and removed himself from her. She jumped and looked at him, surprised.

“Already?”

Roger did not say a word, but kept his smirk. She frowned, as he lay on his back and reached out a hand to her. Understanding the meaning of all that, she took it and sat astride on him. She grabbed his erection, making him grunt, and made it enter her again. Then, leaning on her hands on his chest, she moved her hips in a distraught rhythm, feeling like her lungs were way too small to welcome all the air she gasped for. She closed her eyes and felt Roger's hands on her waist, helping her move.

For long and long minutes that seemed way too short for them, they energically made love to each other, shouting each other's names and feeling their throats burn because of their screams. Their hearts were beating madly inside their chests, almost in unison, as they unconsciously synchronised their breathing.

Once they finished, Roger sighed deeply, sprawled on his back, his arms stretched out on each side of his naked and sweaty body. He was panting, his eyelids closed as he tried to come back to a normal heart rate. Laura reached out to the covers and pulled them over them two, before snuggling against him. She rested her head on his chest, the top of her head touching his chin, an arm wrapped around his torso. The blanket showed it all, as it stopped to his hips.

Roger pulled her even closer, tenderly kissing her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her, listening to her breathing to calm himself. Both were grinning with utmost satisfaction, their abdomen still burning with lust, though it was over.

Laura had her eyes closed, and was focusing on his heartbeat. It was so reassuring and comforting that it was the most beautiful music ever to her, along with Roger's voice and the many songs by Queen.

Oh, how she felt great at this moment. She even felt beautiful, for he had been so gentle that he made her feel more confident all of a sudden. She was wanted, and she was not the last to know. For once, she believed all that.

Roger's lips stretched into a broad smile as he chuckled silently. Laura opened her eyes and looked at him.

“What?”

“Oh, it's just that this great moment made me thought of song lyrics.”

“Already existing?”

“Yes.” he smiled. “They're in The Joker again.”

“Which ones?”

He took a deep breath, trying not to laugh. He squeezed her tenderly around him and kissed her hair. Then, he slid a hand under his head, staring at the ceiling.

“Really love your peaches, want to shake your tree.”