Speech and Debate Pt. 12

"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so so sorry."

He apologized over and over, panic rising in his voice.

"Kiss me," I commanded, pulling away from him.

He looked at me, confused.

"Just kiss me," I repeated when he hesitated.

He pressed his lips to mine and I leaned into him, letting my body collapse onto his, my tension and fears and happiness melt over his skin like a wave breaking on the rocks. My wet cheeks pressed to his face and I breathed him in, not just his scent or his breath, but him. His selflessness, his passion, his love for me mixed with all of those qualities I held on my own, like cream blending with coffee to make something new, until you couldn't separate his from mine ever again.

When I couldn't take anymore, I broke our kiss and snuggled to his chest, laying my smaller body on top of his entirely. His arm wound around my shoulder and he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you, David," he whispered while his finger tips ran over my forearms.

I beamed. I smiled into his chest, feeling the heat of his body radiate into me, through me.

I knew he loved me, of course. And he knew I loved him in return. But that night it felt like I'd discovered a secret part of the already deep river that was our love for each other; a portion that miraculously tunneled to the core of the earth, rising from the primal sea beneath, connecting us to the very beginning of time.

"I love you too, Daniel."

We stayed snuggled together on that huge white couch for a long time. Silent, but not needing to speak.

"Are you hungry baby?" Daniel asked after an eternity.

"I could eat," I said in typical Southern non-committal style.

Daniel gently unwound himself from around me and rose from the couch.

"Get comfy," he said, throwing the discarded pair of pajamas in my direction, "I'll grab some snacks and something to drink. I'm in the mood to watch a horror film. Sound cool?"

"As long as I can shield my eyes against your chest, I'm down for something cary," I replied as coyly as I could manage.

"That would be the major reason I'm in the mood to watch that particular genre, babe," he quipped. "I'm not an idiot. Now, get out of those clothes. Give me a little show while I grab us some food."

I laughed and stripped down to my underwear for him before pulling on the red pajama bottoms and white tank top he'd picked out for me.

In short order we were re-seated on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, chips and salsa (whole-grain chips because his mamma was on a health kick again, I was informed) and a bag of double stuffed Oreos Daniel found hidden behind a bag of granola. Unfortunately, there was only Almond Milk to dip them into, but you can't win them all.

Daniel picked something from the massive collection of DVDs arrayed in leather bound binders and alphabetized on a shelf beneath the massive TV.

To top it off, he had found a bottle of red wine and opened it, pouring two glasses while the previews were still playing. After one sip it was readily apparent that neither of us possessed the necessary palette to enjoy the Vino. It was left untouched for the rest of the evening.

I snuggled into him as the movie started and turned my face up for a kiss. He complied and the film began.

I couldn't tell you what the movie was about. Or who starred in it. Much less the outcome. Not even sure if any character even survived the entire two hour event. We didn't make it through the first five minutes before Daniel's arm over my shoulder and mine resting on his chest had evolved into our tongues wrestling in an intense make out session that set the movie to mere background noise.

Daniel positioned himself flat on his back on the sofa and pulled me on top of him. His kisses moved across my face to the side of my neck, his soft stubble scratching at my skin and making goosebumps rise on my arms.

"Yes, baby," I moaned as his fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my pajama bottoms to cup my firm ass beneath his big palms.

He squeezed me tightly and pulling my body upwards with sheer force. His lips moved to my collar bones, kissing and licking gently and driving me crazy. My hips thrust against him and drove his pelvis deep into the couch.

"Fuck me, Daniel," I breathed softly. "Be my MVP, baby."

I knew it was corny, even as the words left my lips, but I didn't care.

I knew how to get Daniel's motor running full force. He pushed himself from the couch and pushed me up along with him. Without another word, he stood, took my hand and lead me towards the kitchen.

He yanked my arm hard and twisted my body around so that my chest faced the big center island. His hand, firmly placed in the center of my back between my shoulder blades, pushed my chest to the counter and forced me onto my toes. With a forceful yank he tore my pajama bottoms from my hips and legs, pooling them around my ankles.

"You want me to show you what the MVP can do?" he said, his lips closing around my earlobe.

I nodded and bit my lower lip. I wiggled my ass back and forth and screamed in pleasure and pain combined when his open palm smacked smartly into my bare skin as he spanked me.

My hard cock pressed firmly into the wooden counter beneath the marble top, pulsing my clear precum onto the shining cabinets, running slowly down their slick surface. Furniture polish would have to be added to the weekly shopping list. My thin cotton tank top did nothing to stem the cold of the hard stone on my skin; my nipples were at peak attention.

"You liked that? Huh?"

I nodded.

He spanked me again, a little harder and I moaned.

Another river of precum joined the first on the cabinet below. I don't know how Daniel had known I would respond to this rougher side of him, especially after our hours of cuddling and the emotions he'd driven me to over the past few hours. But there are many many ways to show love.

"I didn't hear you. I asked you if you liked that."

"God, yes. YES, I liked it," I hissed.

His palm massaged the spot where he'd smacked my bare skin.

"You want me to do it again?"

"Yes." It was barely a whisper, an elongated hiss through clenched teeth, my cheek pressed to the cold counter and my fingers gripping the edge preparing for what I knew was coming.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, MVP."

A third smack echoed through the empty kitchen and my entire torso scooted forward on the counter from the force of his swat. Suddenly his lips were at my ear again, his open palm kneading the sore skin where he'd just punished my tender ass.

"You tell me when to stop, if it gets to be too much."

I nodded and wiggled my ass again.

It was far from being too much. I wanted more.

I wanted him to empty his raw unrefined passion into me, to wash me with everything he had, all the raw masculine strength he had to give. I'd had so much love showered upon me today, so much joy. Daniel seemed to understand that I needed to feel alive in my physical body, too.

A fourth spank had me moaning his name into the marble counter as I bit my lip again to keep from crying out.

"I love your ass, baby. Do you wanna know why?" his iron voice taunted from behind me.

When I tried to twist my torso to see him, he pushed my chest back to the counter with one hand. My hole throbbed and my cock spewed another gush. I didn't understand how I could feel so dominated and yet so safe at the same time. But I didn't think too hard on the subject, just floated on the dichotomy. I craved what he was doing to me, craved more of his touch, the roughness of it. No teasing my nerves slowly this time. Just ratcheting up the dial to 10 from the get go.

"Why do you love my ass?" I whimpered, answering his question.

"Because it's mine."

I nearly passed out.

He was correct. My ass was his to do with as he wanted. As was the rest of me: body heart and soul.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," he growled, "Make sure you get it real wet. It will be easier for you if my cock is nice and wet."

The pressure between my shoulder blades that held me to the counter was suddenly gone; before it was even fully absent I crashed to my knees, ignoring the thud and the dull ache that shot through my body, and turned.

I looked up at Daniel, his chest heaving mightily in his tight black tank top, his nipples standing out beneath the thin fabric so I thought I could almost make out their borders. His thick cock was clearly outlined beneath the flannel of his PJs, a dark spot beginning to form at the head. My mouth watered and I reached for it only to have my hand slapped away.

"Ask nicely," Daniel scolded when he saw the hurt expression on my face. He winked.

"Can I please have your cock?" I said quietly, staring at his taut thighs beneath my palms, feeling his thick muscles tense and imagining the power of them, the possibility.

"You sure you can handle an MVP cock?" he teased.

His eyes burned like golden coals, shining in the light of the kitchen, his face seeming to gleam with some newfound internal fire.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He reached into his bottoms and yanked out his dick, hooking the elastic beneath his huge, full balls. He was fully hard, his foreskin pulled almost entirely back from his head, a drip of precum about to fall from it. I opened my mouth and caught it on my tongue before it could fall to the tiled floor.

"Good boy," Daniel praised, taking my chin in his hand and turning my face up to meet his smile. "Get it good and wet, baby."

I could have sworn I was part snake considering the way my jaw nearly seemed to unhinge and devour Daniel's delicious tool. I sucked hard and fast, wetting his shaft and head as best I could, my tongue never stopping. I pushed him all the way down my throat, taking none of the usual time to enjoy the feeling of fullness and completion I normally sank into when I held him inside me. This was just the beginning, a utilitarian necessity for the future schemes I just knew Daniel was concocting in his passion addled brain.

I made sure his entire cock, from base to tip, was gleaming with my saliva when I pulled him out. I was panting from the effort a bit, swallowing hard as I tried to catch my breath. Daniel's hands under my arm pits yanked me to my feet like a marionette on silken strings. He pushed me to the counter, this time pressing my back to the frigid marble and leaning his chest on top of me. His lips were just millimeters from mine, the feel of his breath hotter than I could ever remember it. My eyes widened in a mix of pure lust and unavoidable fear.

"For your sake, you'd better hope you got my big cock wet enough," he growled low in his throat.

He pressed his lips to mine, dominating me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I lost any resistance I may have had and let him overwhelm me, surrendered my body to his even more. I was lost in the daze of his powerful kiss, so I didn't recognize the feeling when my bare feet left the tiled floor. My forgotten pajama bottoms and too-small underwear slipped easily from my legs as Daniel lifted me straight up off the floor in a dead lift. He pushed me high into the air but never broke our kiss until the last possible second when he'd raised me so far above him I could no longer crane my neck down far enough.

His chest bulged with the effort, his shoulders tense and straining but sure and unwavering. The lines and striations in his big biceps proved just how physically superior he truly was. My legs rose on their own and I hooked my ankles behind his back, my hard cock pressing against Daniel's chest, leaving a stain of precum on his black tank top. My arms hooked around his neck and I saw him relax a little as I took some of the pressure from him.

I felt the warm skin of his palms on both of my ass cheeks, spreading them and holding me up at the same time, his fingers digging deeply into my flesh. My ass still ached a bit from his firm spankings. I could sense his slick, hard cock just beneath my exposed ass, my hole opened to the air and vulnerable. Daniel spread my ass with his hands; my spine straightened at the thought of what was sure to come.

Slowly, I felt my body lower, controlled with ease by Daniel's unyielding strength, sliding against his chest. The soft fabric of his tank top tickled the underside of my cock, making me sigh as I grew closer and closer to his cock head.

First contact was a rush nothing could have prepared me for. I felt the heat of his slick dick press into my open hole, my thighs instantly squeezing around his waist. He didn't hesitate or slow my downward progression, keeping the pace steady, forcing my body to adapt.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulder blades as his uncut cock opened me up and pushed deeper inside.

My ass burned with the pain and pleasure and intense pressure as inch after inch he sank into me with ease, my spit and passion the only lube we needed. It felt like his cock was a good three feet long as it squeezed into me, filling me up and making my spine go straight, my legs numb and my vision blurry. I was an incoherent ball of nerve endings and panting groans by the time his thick hardness slid past my magic button and I felt my hips settle to the base of him.

Suddenly, my breath was knocked from my lungs and I grunted; the room swirled before my eyes.

It took me a moment to realize that Daniel had slammed my back against the pantry door. He pressed me hard against the wall, my legs still clinging tightly to his waist as my ass hovered in mid air, impaled willingly on his throbbing cock.

"You like that MVP cock buried deep in your tight ass?" Daniel growled, quickly pressing his lips to mine in a rough kiss.

I nodded and whimpered as I felt his cock pulse a little pre cum deep inside me.

I felt every last inch of him as he slowly withdrew himself from my ass, keeping just the head inside, collecting extra lubrication on the backstroke. He slammed all the way back inside with a hard thrust and drove every other thought from my head in doing so.

"Pound me, baby," I begged, my voice a mindless slur. "Fuck me hard...ohhhh, fuck"

I was a whimpering ball of near panic and pleasure. He kept me just on the edge of logical thought, on that blurry line where I knew what was happening one moment only to be driven by instinctual lust and passion the next before the tables turned again and logic took over again.

His cock was like a machine: constant, near super human speed. His cock glided in and out of me with ease, each time pouring full force into my prostate and making the world go white again. My finger nails dug deep lines into his shoulders and back, feeling them tense and release as he continued to pump into me.

"Take my cock! You want my MVP cum deep in that tight ass?"

I whined my agreement and somehow found the strength of mind to unwind my arms from his neck so I could cup his face in my hands and kiss him. I panted through the kiss in time to the powerful thrusts, barely holding on as he drove me higher and higher, still pushing my back into the wooden door.

"Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum baby," I moaned into his mouth, holding on tight to the nape of his neck as I continued to kiss him while his thick uncut cock cut through me like a knife.

I felt my entire body start to tingle, the familiar unhinging of my soul from my physical body that preceded a hands free orgasm.

"Don't cum until I give you permission, Nerd."

My eyes fluttered shut. It had been a while since he'd called me Nerd like that and it dredged up the sex-fueled beginnings of our relationship, before love and truer feelings had deepened our bond, when we were still exploring what we could maybe one day become.

"God, Daniel...I don't think I can stop it...fuck me harder...oh, god yes, fuck baby! Fuck my ass with your MVP cock!"

I lost all inhibitions, I didn't care what came out of my mouth. I just craved more of what he was giving me, more of the lack of control, the freedom to just be, just feel him devouring my body.

"I'm gonna fill your tight ass, nerd. You ready for it? You ready for this load?"

He sounded like someone else, but his eyes were still My Daniel. Still the same soft brown lakes I loved to lose myself in. The fantasy that burned on their surface couldn't ever hide that, not from me. But it went a long way in turning up my desires.

"Cum in me, MVP!" I screamed, "Give it to me, baby. Cum inside my tight nerd hole!"

Astoundingly, he increased his speed, slamming himself in and out of my spasming hole so quickly I couldn't catch my breath, just moan wordlessly as sight and sound began to fade and my soul disconnect even more. His balls slapped into my ass, his fingers dug harshly into the skin until I thought there would be a permanent imprint of him there.

He growled like some primordial beast, vibrating through our kiss, a sound rising from deep inside him, from that unbroken line of ancestors that stretched back to the beginning of time itself...

and he emptied into me. I felt his cock expand and jet after jet of his cum spilled into my twitching ass, driving my own orgasm over the brink. I felt my cum soak into his tank top, trapped between our torsos. My entire body stiffened as I took his load, my muscles locking in place. I felt some of his hot whiteness leak from my hole. I clenched tight, trying to keep him inside.

We both panted from the effort, but Daniel proved his strength once again. My back left the pantry door and Daniel carried me in shuffling movements, his still twitching cock firmly ensconced inside my now sore hole. I kissed him over and over, using his body like a tether to draw myself back down to earth from the highest places he had just taken me. I didn't know or care where he was taking us, just as long as he never withdrew his thick cock from where it was right at that moment.

Daniel knelt easily to the floor, keeping himself inside me and lowering my back onto a very soft rug. I finally had the sense to look around and discovered he had carried us all the way down a long hallway to the Den: an oak and mahogany lined room with reading chairs and an elegant old Hollywood style sofa in dark maroon silk. My back was pressed to a luxurious fur rug and to my right, the bricks and stones of the huge gas fireplace loomed.

"Cliche, I know," Daniel whispered, the machismo and domination now gone from his voice, "but I can't help it. Fur rug and a fireplace are just...God you look so beautiful."

My legs were still wrapped around his waist, his hard cock pulsing inside my ass and my arms wound around his neck as he rested easily on his palms and hovered above me. I pulled his face down and kissed him gently.

"Light that fire place," I suggested.

Daniel flicked a switch somewhere and the blue and orange flames soon danced around the faux logs. I stared at him in the new light, watched the way the yellow and gold and orange danced against his olive skin and made shadows flicker across his square jaw and broad forehead. I didn't think it was possible for him to be more beautiful, but he was continually proving me wrong.

I pulled his cum soaked black tank top over his head and threw it aside so that I could run my fingers over his tight chest. I pinched his nipples lazily and got a jolt of my own in return. My tweak caused his hips to thrust forward and press his cock a little deeper into me.

We both giggled when we realized what I'd just done. He smiled down at me and I pulled him in close for a long and passionate kiss. The heat of the fire place wasn't even registering while my hands moved up and down Daniel's muscled back, felt his deltoids give way to his lats, and then the strong chorded muscles of his lower back. I came to rest on his spectacular ass. I couldn't help but pull him closer towards me, burying his rock hard cock deeper into my cum drenched ass. I pulsed my hole around his girth, making him shiver on top of me.