Tell No Lies

Love in the Moonlight

Mature Content Warning

Warmth enveloped Roisin as she felt Paul's body on top of hers, moving against hers. She wasn't completely sure if it was her, him or both, but she didn't care as he began kissing her neck and her fingers of one hand tangled in his hair, while the other traversed the large expanse of his back. She could feel him shudder at her touch.

It was beyond anything she had felt before. She had been with others, of course. She was fae. But there was something about the way Paul touched her, as though he knew just what to do to stoke the flames inside her.

As if he was made just for her. Or maybe it was vice versa. Or both. She didn't really care at the moment.

Roisin was starting to forget everything. That she had been in the fight and nearly lost. That Paul had gotten hurt. That she had just confessed she loved him - which she knew that she did, but didn't understand how it could happen so quickly. All that mattered was this moment and the things he was doing to her. Being here with him.

She felt him begin to move, his lips and tongue traveling down her neck to her collarbone, and then slowly continuing to the valley between her breasts. She lifted her torso from the bed, smiling as she felt his hand snake around behind her and undo the clasp of her bra. Paul pushed away from her as she slid it off and tossed it aside.

For a moment he just stared at her, his eyes wide in awe. He then bent down and kissed her gently on the lips, his body once again against hers. Roisin wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as she lifted her hips, rubbing against him. A soft growl sounded in his throat and he quickly kissed his way back down to where he left off.

A gasp left her lips as his mouth descended to her right breast, his tongue making circles around her nipple before he nipped it gently, teasing it into hardness as his fingers played with her other. She closed her eyes, her back arching off the bed again as wave after wave of sensations poured over her. And she wasn't even completely naked yet. Something she wanted to quickly change.

Almost as though he read her mind, Paul's mouth began a slow, tortuous journey lower, moving across her stomach, though stopping momentarily at her belly button, his tongue darting out and making her squirm yet again. When he began moving again, this time, she felt his hands at her jeans, popping the button open and slowly lowering her zipper. She looked down, locking eyes with him as he began to pull her jeans and underwear off, leaving heated kisses down one leg.

As soon as he had pulled them completely off, he stood, dropping the clothing items on the floor. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he closed his eyes a moment, taking a deep breath through his nose. When his eyes opened, they were a tad shade darker as a smirk played across his lips as he took her in. A spike of anticipation coursed through Roisin as she shivered slightly, feeling herself get even wetter. He reached down and almost as slowly as he had kissed her body, he slid his pajama pants down, then stepped out of them.

Roisin's eyes widened slightly as they traveled down his broad, muscled chest and then landed on his fully engorged member, standing out proudly from his body. Her breath hitched slightly as she felt a jolt of desire in her core, and chewed slightly on her lower lip as her eyes traveled back up to his.

Goddess, she needed to feel him inside her now. And hopefully no one would interrupt this time.

Paul crouched down on the bed, lifting her other leg and starting to kiss his way back up, his eyes never leaving hers. Her breathing became heavier the closer he worked his way to her aching core. She almost huffed in frustration, but managed to stop herself. Though she must have made some noise because Paul chuckled softly.