Roger was reading on the bed when Rogue entered.
She was wearing white lacy lingerie with a rose pattern on her breasts, paired with see-through white panties with flowers on them.
A white garter belt around her waist, attached to thigh high nude lace stockings.
Her beautiful rose gold hair falling like ribbons over her shoulders, bouncing to the sway of her hips as she walks towards him.
Standing in front of the bed, she smiles - it's anything but innocent.
He carefully places his book on the nightstand, and moves to sit in front of her.
She caresses his face, her eyes, beautifully amber lit with mischievousness and yet so much passion, watches him taking her body in.
"Go ahead - Show me what you think."
Her voice feels like syrup to his body and like oxygen in his lungs, he reaches out and traces her facial features with the utmost of care, like one would handle the worlds most valuable treasure.
His fingers trail from her plush, soft and velvety lips down her chin and neck, going from stardust like freckles that paints her skin like a galaxy, feeling the defined collarbones beneath the tips of his finger pads, and the beginnings of white lace.
He maps out her breasts, cups them and kneads them lightly and flicks the hardened rosy nipples with his thumbs, enjoying the feel of her skin and heartbeat like the blood in his veins.
She hums in delight, and his palms weakly trail down from her chest to her sides, counting each rib he knows is beneath his hand, and lays a kiss on each of them, knowing they help protect keep this wonderful person alive with a body as exquisite as hers.
His hands continue to travel, over her soft stomach and the stretchmarks there, he kisses them too, and slides further down.
The lips between her legs are soft, his thumbs glider over shortly admiring the texture, before continuing down her firm legs covered in cloth and still elegant.
Her left hand, with her oh so perfect hands, hold out a pair of handcuffs.
He lets her put them on him, and he lies down on the bed with his hands above his head. She crawls onto the mattress and stands on her knees over him, licking her lips.
She kisses him softly and undoes his belt, sliding his pants off in one tuck. His briefs are still on, and she leans down to kiss his cock on the cloth.
Her tongue trails up his shaft, spit spilling onto the underwear, she doesn't break eye contact with him.
Amber eyes are completely locked on his gaze as her pretty pearly teeth grip the waistband and slowly pulls them off.
Her hand comes up and grips his base before her pretty mouth kiss the head. She licks from his balls up to the crown, before taking his head into her mouth and sucking in her cheeks, letting her tongue place pressure on the tip and right beneath it - it makes his thighs shake in pleasure.
She gets off and smiles up at him, his chest constricts in warmth at the overwhelming love he feels to this woman, this human being.
Getting back up on her knees, she positions herself above his erection that she's still gripping, her other hand pushes her panties aside and places with her clit - Roger's dick throbs in excitement at the sight of his lover enjoy herself.
She's biting her lip as she moves her hips in tandem with her fingers, before she slowly starts to lower herself down onto him.
When she's fully sat, his balls right against her entrance, he feels her wet warmth and it's the most enticing feeling known to him.
Steadying herself with a hand on his chest (he doesn't dare reach out with a hand, he's cuffed so he knows that means no movement from his side.) and starts to slowly rock back and forth.
Her pace is slow but steady, and her thighs shake as she lifts herself about halfway off before dropping back down.
He doesn't move his hips, even though it's tempting, instead he watches her hair and breasts bop up and down, juggling with the movement of her shiny-with-sweat body.
Her sounds of pleasure are music to his ears, and he feels the tell tale tickling sensation down his spine that's pooling in his abdomen and making his muscles tense with appreciation.
And, as if reading his thoughts, she slows down before stopping completely. She gets off, and goes to her nightstand drawer and picks up a small box he hasn't seen before - looks like she did some new shopping.
She pulls out a purple and white dildo with a harness attached to it, it's kind of shaped like a shrimp.
She also gets out the lube.
"Spread your legs for me?" She says, and she voices it like a question, but he knows it's not. It's an order in disguise.
He complies as best as he can with his boxer briefs hanging on his thighs.
She smiles, puts the toy on the sheets besides him, before completely pulling off his underwear.
Placing a small open-mouthed kiss to his balls, she takes him into his mouth once more, while her hand goes lower near his ass.
She clicks the lube open and coats her fingers, before spreading his cheeks - she warms it up and he feels her trace his ring of muscle.
He doesn't feel any discomfort at a finger slowly slides in, it's slightly weird, but not unpleasantly so.
She's fingered him before, but only with a couple fingers. She adds another, and scissor them inside of him as her tongue pays more attention to the crown of his sex.
Another finger, curling along his walls and thrusts with flicks of her wrist, she hits his prostate and he groans outloud. He feels her smirk against his dick.
She gets off him and her fingers pull out, and he looks on as she lifts a leg and slides in one site of the toy into herself, before attaching the harness that keeps it in place.
The rest of the lube she wipes off on the toy, before she lines up with his entrance. Gripping his waist tightly, Rogue slowly inches her way inside of his walls - it's slick and the toy vibrates slightly.
When she's fully inside, she waits a little to let him adjust before starting off with a slow rhythm similar to before, speeding up after four thrusts or so.
It's a feeling he's never felt before, but he feels connected to her on a whole new level, offering up any part of himself to her turns him on more than anything else, and the tingling sensations starts to crawl down his spine again.
From the wetness he spies on her thighs, and the shaking of them, her flushed face and unruly hair, he can tell that she's close too.
She lets go of his hips and puts a leg over her shoulder, speeding up her thrusts, a hand reaches between them and grips his shaft and jacks him in rhythm to her joining. Her other hand goes between her own legs, and he sees her playing with her clit between the toy and the harness.
Her rhythm goes off the rails, speed becoming more and more ferocious, and Roger absoloutely loses it at the sight of her pleasured expression, coming all over her hand and his own chest.
She pulls out, breathing heavily all the while.
Undoing the harness, she lays down on top of him, undoes the handcuffs, and his arms come down on top of her, embracing her and feeling her curls tickling his chin.
She looks up at him, her gaze is full of love and adoration, her eyes shine like the finest rhinestones that exist.
"Good job, thank you Roger" She says, and kisses him on the nose, before settling back on his chest with her head tucked beneath his chin.
He tightens his grip on her in his arms.
"I love you"
She smiles.
They fall asleep like that, encircled in each other and surrounded by safety.