A very good morning

My erection woke me at 5 a.m. This surprised me, for reasons I'll explain in a future blog. I felt the dull ache forming deep down that told me I'd been hard for quite a while already. My boxers sported a wet spot from seepage of Cowper's fluid. I was very aware of Legs lying beside me, and at that point wanted nothing more than to spread her legs and have my way with her. But her deep, steady breathing stopped me. She would not forgive me waking her from a deep sleep at 5 a.m. Instead, I got up--quite groggily--and peed, hoping my erection might subside afterward. I climbed back in bed, sliding my beneath Legs' panties, resting on her hip.

Legs shifted around 6 a.m., waking me again. My cock was still as hard as before. In my sleep-addled mind, the notion grew that this was one of those insistent erections that would only be placated with orgasm. I reached over her, cupping a breast beneath her shirt and dozed.

By 7 a.m., my cock was throbbing, a tight ache squeezing my balls. My situation had grown urgent: If I didn't come soon, I'd hurt for the rest of the day. I couldn't reach Legs' pussy, so instead I slid my hand down into her panties, caressing, squeezing, kneading her ass. After a minute, without opening her eyes, she asked in a sleepy whisper, "Are you trying to get into my pants?"

"I've been hard since 5 a.m.," I answered. "Seems a shame to waste it."

Legs considered this for a moment, presenting her ass to me to spoon. I slid her panties down, then my boxers. I dabbed a drop of Astroglide on the tip of my cock. I found her labia with my fingers, spreading them, pressing my cock into her. She was still dry, but the lube lets my head in. Gently I thrust, my cock going a little deeper each time. With a final thrust, I force myself all the way into her, and Legs responded with a fierce squeeze of approval.

"Are you playing along?" I asked, somewhat surprised. Legs wasn't normally one for morning sex, preferring to give me quickies.

"I'm going to try," she answered.

As much as I wanted to take her hard and fast, relieving my urgent need, making Legs come excited me even more. She was still half-asleep, but I understood her clearly--I could enjoy her pussy all I wanted, but I had to make her come. I would do the work, she would enjoy the ride.

I crept my hand around, through her lovely wedge of pubic hair, resting my middle finger over her clit. I circled it gently, in time with my thrusting. Legs opened her legs in response, bracing her foot against the back of my knee. Her legs are glorious things, and when she spreads them... I can think of few things as spectacular. I abandoned her clit momentarily, moving my hand down to my cock as it slid in and out, getting my finger slick with her juices before returning to her clit.

I could feel the pressure building now, that plateau that comes before the point of no return. Normally, I could last as long as Legs needed me to, but this time... I'd been hard too long. My orgasm had been building a good long while, and nothing was going to stop it.

"I'm close," I whispered.

"I'm almost there," she answered, her breathing ragged. "Just a little bit longer." For her, maybe. Not for me. My cock went from hard to taut, swollen and straining against itself. I grasped her shoulder with my free hand, knuckles white, and slammed my cock into her pussy. My semen burst up through my cock in a furious rush, my balls clenching with sharp pain, forcing out all the come that'd been building since I-don't-know-how-long-before-5-a.m. I lost all thought of Legs, consumed only by the need to force myself deeper into her, harder.

As my orgasm began to subside, I realized Legs hadn't come yet, but my ferocious orgasm had pushed her to the brink. My finger had never left her clit, and I felt it swelling beneath my touch.

"Don't stop," she gasped, clutching her pillows. She wasn't talking about my finger.

I continued to thrust, not as vigorously, but deeply, trying my best to stay hard. In my younger days, I could maintain erections long after I'd come, but the body betrays us with age. My orgasm had given away to uncomfortable sensitivity, but I still had sporadic contractions, could still semen forced up through my cock. I could feel the hardness ebbing, though. If Legs didn't come soon, she'd be disappointed.

Suddenly, as if she'd read my mind, Legs gasped and shuddered. Her pussy grabbed my cock, clenched, squeezed, then did it again. And again. She ground her ass into me, forcing my cock deeper. I ran my entire hand over her clit, now hard under my touch. Her ass was slick with a glorious mixture of my come and her juices. She forced her pussy down over my cock one last time, gave me an approving squeeze, and then, finally, I slipped out of her.

My soft cock glistened wetly against my stomach, but even so, semen continued to well up from the tip.

"That was unexpected," Legs said.

"Unexpected, yeah," I answered, running my hand over her glistening ass. "But necessary. Very necessary."