Morning, Would

The golden light of a gentle dawn beamed onto Laurie's face through a crack in the curtain. He woke, squinting at the unwelcome intrusion, and groaned in frustration. Kitty slept beside him, turned away so that her pretty face was in the dark and her sleep remained undisturbed.

Laurie lay for a moment, listening to her steady breathing. There was quiet in the house. No kids running around, nothing playing too loud on the TV in the living room. No chaos. Just blissful quiet. That was how Laurie knew it was early. He had some time to get just a little more sleep before the madness began. Like a tide slowly encroaching upon the shore, Laurie's brain woke up just enough to realise that there was no way he would sleep with the warm summer morning sun on his face.

Was there any point in sleeping at all?

After all, if it was close enough to wake-up time, he might as well cut his losses and let Kitty sleep in.

With sluggish effort, Laury began to conduct his body. The distant ambivalence of sleep slipped away like sand through his fingers.

That was when Laurie realised he had an erection.

Morning wood.

One of Mother Nature's fabulous biological quirks now had him throbbing at full-mast. He would have to wait for it to go away, save him walking around the house for the next ten minutes pitching a tent in whatever pyjama pants he found.

Laurie did not always wake up with an erection. But it happened more frequently when he was under stress. Although it was Saturday, the weekend seemed more like a temporary hiatus from the pressures at work than an opportunity to relax.

Laurie considered just finishing himself off in bed right there. He was already naked, deciding to sleep naked under the thin sheet he shared with Kitty. He knew sleeping nude was just a desperate attempt to feel comfortable beneath the balmy blanket of hot nighttime air. However, he could not quite understand how Kitty could wear a t-shirt and sleep under their sheet.

Their bedroom smelled of her warm body and yesterday's perfume. Laurie loved that scent, loved this moment. His cock twitched in agreement.

Okay, I need to sort this out. Do I have time? Laurie thought, rolling to grab his phone from the nightstand. Pressing the side button, the black screen disappeared and the time read 5:03 am. Laurie had time.

If he was careful with his movements, and lewd with his thoughts, he could finish without waking Kitty up.

Then he could sleep for a little longer.

"Cuddle," Kitty groaned, as she uncurled herself from the tight little ball she had slept into something approximating a woman lying on her side.

Laurie knew this was her favourite cuddle position to sleep in. One leg was thrown over her knee-pillow, and lay presenting him with as much of her back as possible for him to press against. He would slide an arm under her head, so she could use his bicep as a neck pillow, then stretch it down her front and pull her in tight. The other arm, he would probably shift behind him, acting as a counterweight so that he would not roll onto her when he fell asleep.

They had lain like that too many times to count. And Laurie would happily lie like that until the end of time. It was his happy place, in bed, with Kitty, close to him.

Laurie's cock twitched again, without any other reason than to remind him that he was still achingly hard. He was not aroused, just hard. He knew every contour of Kitty's body under the t-shirt. In their time together, he had kissed and licked and touched every inch of her. He found her unbelievably sexy, but what really drove him over the edge was when she looked at him with that primal hunger in her eyes. A look that said devour me.

Right now, at 5 am, neither of them was in the mood for a slight ravishing, let alone complete devouring. Laurie found the most annoying thing about morning wood was that it was just there. A thick, throbbing, twitching, pulsating, hard cock. Between his legs, his member would satisfy every cliche description in a smutty romance novel. But the appetite simply did not exist at this time of the morning.

He wanted to get rid of it and sleep, but more than that, he wanted to give Kitty the cuddle she wanted.

"Does my Kitty want a cuddle?" Laurie asked quietly. Unlike other parts of his body, Laurie's voice had not fully woken up. He had intended to sound soft and engaged, but ended up grumbling like a caveman. However, even while falling back asleep, Kitty knew what he said and nodded once. Laurie connected with his women. Arranging himself in the predetermined position. His arm around her small body, His chest breathing in time with her back. His legs cupping hers just right.

His dick -

His dick was ruining the moment. It was smooshed in the space between his pelvis and her lower back. It felt like a particularly rigid sausage had created space between them. Laurie didn't want that. He wanted to feel Kitty completely encircled by his body. To spend the moment breathing her in before the day's chaos began. Laurie shuffled and repositioned himself. Moving down her back so his cock could follow the shape of her arse into the space between her legs. Settling back into position, Laurie realised his mistake.

His cock was touching her pussy.

Just the head, swollen and sensitive, rested against her bare, exposed lips. Softly, the tip was being teased by the slightest of touches as they breathed in unison. Electricity surged through him with each breath, building second by second into a rampaging storm. Laurie tried to control himself, to let Kitty sleep. But, with the storm came a deluge of lustful thoughts which nagged at his consciousness. All thoughts of sleep fled, replaced by a persistent yearning for Kitty, which coiled in Laurie's chest. Breaths came quicker now, his chest moving in and out of syncopation with her.

Laurie tried to slow himself, to bring his body back under control. But with the first deep, slow, inhalation came her scent. It filled him, her perfume, sweet and subtle. Her shampoo, fruity and exotic. Her heat. Intimate and delicious. Laurie lost himself in her presence. The muscles in his cock lost control. Twitching the member like it was writing Morse code. And Laurie knew what the code said.

"I want you".

But Kitty did not reciprocate.

Was she asleep?

She seemed to be, her body unresponsive to his beast knocking at her door. Not once had she tried to push back onto him, to moan softly and invite him in. Laurie wondered what to do next. He considered shaking Kitty awake and asking her - what exactly? If she fancied a shag? Wanted to fuck? Sex? Would just saying sex work? In the end, Lauried decided that none of the words would suit his mood.

"You know I'm yours, right?"

Kitty's voice came from a forgotten conversation between them a few days earlier.

They had been alone. She had been sitting at the kitchen counter, he was pacing the room like a caged animal, spitting venom at all his work dresses.

"Of course you are", Laurie chuckled softly, completely blindsided by the sudden declaration, "whose else would you be?"

Kitty rolled her eyes playfully at him, and took another sip of wine. Laurie copied her with his own drink.

"Don't be silly, you know what I mean".

He did not. But nodded anyway.

"We can do whatever you need to unwind. You don't realise that you do such a good job at everything you do. But I see when the stress is getting to you-"

"I'm not stressed," Laurie said defensively. There was no anger in his voice, just a sense of hurt. Kitty knew that he had misheard her intention.

He was taking it like his manager was blaming him for underperforming. Laurie's head was not truly out of work, which was a sign that he was under more pressure than she had realised. Kitty counted back from three in her head. She knew Laurie better than he knew himself, and once she reached zero, he would continue telling her all about work.

"It's just--" he sighed, releasing some of his pent-up tension. The TCPP is completely fucked. Marc and Del are on leave, and Scott chose this week to catch the flu. We have a bloody AIDA next week, so I guess I'll have to pull it out of the bag."

Kitty nodded as the acronyms and people's names went over her head. However, she did not need to know what they meant and who the people were to hear the frustration Laurie was trying to keep from her. She didn't worry that he would snap or get angry; instead, he was trying to control himself so he didn't scare her.

"That sounds awful," she gently cooed, "tell me, if we could do anything right now, what would you like?"

Laurie looked at her, and the tiredness in his eyes from a day of intense concentration was obvious.

"Jimmy was talking about this new movie on Netflix. He says I'll probably like it".

A movie and a cuddle weren't quite what Kitty was offering at that moment, but if it was what he wanted.

"Sure, let's watch a movie. And, I want you to know that you don't have to worry and hold anything back. Not with me, not when we are alone."

Was that an open invitation?

The thought swirled around Laurie's mind as he lay beside Kitty in bed, almost panting with excitement.

Could he just... enter her right now? No talk, no foreplay. No work. Those last words fixed themselves in Laurie's mind. The opportunity to just enjoy the woman he loved. A small shred of doubt tried to piece his mood -

What if she doesn't enjoy it?

"No", Laurie pushed back at the thought. "She told me not to hold back, I trust she wants to enjoy that, somehow".

Steeled in body and resolve, Laurie grabbed his cock with his free hand and repositioned himself for a better angle. Slowly, he pushed forward, and Kittly accepted him.

Laurie found Kitty's cunt to be surprisingly ready for him. Wetter than he expected, but just as soft and warm as he remembered. Driving his dick in until his head was fully encompassed, Laurie paused. While he had come to learn the fundamentals of Kitty's arousal, the complexities around edge cases - like now - were uncharted territory. He waited for her signal.

None came. No slight tensing around him, or eager movement.

His cock pulsed agan. Laurie was the one who was eager this morning.

Letting go of all his concerns, Laurie pushed himself all the way in.

"Mmm, there you are," Kitty sighed, as if she had been patiently waiting for this exact moment. "I was wondering when I'd get you".

Laurie rumbled with his own content sounds as Kitty let him fuck her as slow as he wanted.

"Good morning, beautiful," Laurie growled into her ear, "I couldn't keep you waiting too long, not when you look as good as you do this morning."

"So, I am being fucked by a charmer this morning, am I? I guess that makes me a lucky girl".

"A very lucky girl"

Laurie placed his hand on Kitty's hip and pulled her in, closer, as he thrusted deeper. Harder. Not faster. He wasn't in the mood for fast this morning. Kitty took the instruction and moved her body in time with his for the next stroke, then the next, until their bodies moved in tandem. A syncopated rhythm in time with the groaning bed springs.

Each time Laurie pulled back, he could feel the coolness of the air against his hair, sodden with Kitty's arousal. A thought drifted into his mind, that right now she was his cock-sleeve, doing all the work he had intended to use his hands for not long earlier. He felt a pang of guilt at the revelation. Sex was supposed to be a shared experience, yet here he was receiving all the benefits of erotic stimulation. He would have to fix that.

Laurie slipped his hand from Kitty's hip, running it over her smooth, shaven mound. He had expected her to open her legs for him, to expose her clit for him, so that he could give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

However, Kitty grabbed both of his hands in hers and pushed back with enough force to make him groan. Then she did it a second time to make the point stick.

"No, no. I want you to enjoy yourself this morning. You can treat me later as a reward."

Those words unlocked something within Laurie. He made a low, rumbling growl deep in his chest. He let go of Kitty's hands and held her wrists. Then, he pulled her down onto his cock.

Kitty sighed in bliss as Laurie managed to find a way to fuck her even harder. Faster now, and not as deep. But the sound of their skin slapping against each other was hot and naughty.

"You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good". Laurie said. His mind was going stupid with enjoyment and sensation. He could have thought of something sexier to say, but Kitty had started tightening her pussy mid-thrust, which made thinking difficult for him.

"That's right", Kitty panted between thrusts, "Enjoy me. You do such a good job. I want you to enjoy my pussy."

He did.

Lost in his own pleasure, Laurie reverted to full-length hammer blows. In less than a heartbeat his cock slid from kissing her cervix to teasing the outside of Kitty's hole. Then repeat. Over and over again. The waves of pleasure flooding Laudie gave way to a building pressure at the base of his cock. He hissed through gritted teeth at what was to come.

"That's right, cum in me. Good boy".

Those words were enough. With uncontrolled motion, Laurie lurched forward. His body bucked and spasmed as he drained himself into her. His arms pulled right, dragging Kitty into his chest. He could have worried that he was crushing her, hurting her, ruining this moment for her. But he didn't. As soft as Kitty could be, Laurie trusted that she wanted to take it as hard as he could give it.

So he did.

Together, they panted on the bed. Somehow, the sheet remained over them, though it trapped the heat of their passion. Finished with what it needed to do, Laurie's cock shrank back to its natural state and slipped out of Kitty. Neither of them bothered to clean themselves as the waves of tiredness lapped at the pair. "What time is it?" Kitty asked with a yawn.

"Probably about 5:30. We have time to cuddle and have another hour's sleep."

"Mmmm, sounds perfect", Kitty replied. But Laurie could not hear her. He was already drifting away into a peaceful slumber, his arms still wrapped around Kitty.