Golden Hour (GarouxReader lemon)

Epilogue

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"Are you awake?" She whispers, stirring against me in the afternoon sun, her back against my chest.

"No," I whisper back, my face in her hair.

"Mhmm..." she sighs, warm and sleepy, happy as I bring my hand over from her hip to her breast, brushing my fingers against her nipple, feeling it harden so quick, squeezing it lightly as she can't help but push her ass back against me.

I want to say this is the best morning I've ever had, as I feel myself hard against her teasing, but it must be around midday. Close enough.

"Garou..." she sighs as I keep playing with her nipple.

"Yeah?" I find myself asking, buried in her hair, in her scent.

"Tell me something about yourself. Something I don't know," she whispers.

That was not the direction I thought we were going in but I understand where this is coming from as I feel the warmth of her back against my chest. But I still can't help myself.

"I'm fuckin' horny," I whisper back, very seriously.

I feel her drowsy laughter against me.

"I know that," she says, leading me on playfully. "I can feel it," she adds, grinding softly back against me, nothing but mischief until I can't fucking control it anymore, neither my hands, or my cock or this rasping building in my throat. I grab her hips and hold her good against me, getting inside her again, feeling her growing wetter by the moment.

She grabs the pillow, squeezes it in her hand, her little sleepy gasps turning into full, gorgeous moans, wide awake now as we fuck again, unable to help ourselves.

I kiss the back of her neck, her hair as she lets go of the pillow and places her hand on top of mine holding her hip, pushes back against me.

"Harder..." she breathes as we're both wide awake now.

"Like this?" I say, as I push into her harder, faster.

"Mmm...! Garou...! ...Ohhh...!"

And every time she says my name like that, it breaks something small inside of me, something I don't need, with every moan of my name another piece, letting something better, lighter in.

"Garou...!"

I'm here. I've got you darlin'. I've got you.

But I can fucking hardly keep cool, stay sane. She's so fucking wet now, all hot and soft and tight around my cock and I fucking can't.

There's no point holding back. I want her now.

And it looks like she does too, arching her back against me so tight, moaning my name...

It doesn't take very long at all before she's ready to cum for me again, before I feel those soft little movements in her, that gasp before pure ecstasy and I hear her pleasure all over again, mesmerised how it just sounds better every time as the feeling of her heady orgasm takes me right there with her. And we're both just a happy mess of sweat and heat and groans, her delighted whimpers.

"Excellent," she says after we're both done panting, reaching back, running her hand through my hair as I press her back closer to me. "Now tell me something I don't know..." she says, full of affection.

I think. There are lots of things, but most of them ain't very pleasant and I don't want to spoil the moment.

I think.