Because of His Love

Chapter 9: Allyson - My Turn

We don't even get the chance to eat ice cream. Michael is aroused again when we enter his bedroom. I push him down on his bed. "If I didn't know better, I would think you like me," I tease him.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" he asks innocently.

I show him what gives me the idea he likes me by wrapping my fingers around his erection. I stroke him gently. He's bigger than I first thought. My fingers barely meet around his thickness. He moans at my touch.

I kiss his stomach just above where I am stroking. He inhales sharply. "You tease," he whispers. I'll show him tease. I kiss the tip of his d**k. I lick down the shaft to his balls. He jumps in my hand. "God, Ally," he pants. I take the length of him into my mouth until I can feel him tickling the back of my throat. I bob my head to the rhythm of my stroking.

He lifts me up under my arms with a groan in his chest. He positions me so I straddle him. He holds my hips as he lowers my body onto his waiting erection. He guides my hips to rock. It's not long before I can feel myself responding to the movements and I am coming within minutes.

I lay against him and he continues thrusting from underneath. My breasts are pressed against the hard planes of his chest. I am moaning his name into the crook of his neck. Without breaking the contact of our bodies, he rolls me onto my back. He puts my legs on his shoulders. This gives him deeper penetration. I can feel him touching my cervix with his d**k. I cry out as orgasm washes over me again.

He grips my hips tightly so he can speed up. With several hard thrusts, I can feel his balls start to scruch against his body. "God, Ally," he cries out as the waves of orgasm topple us again. It's nice to know I can have this affect on him. I smile to myself. He extricates himself from the folds of my womanhood.

He wraps me in his arms. "If I didn't know better, I would swear you've done that a time or two."

"Nope," I say with a giggle. "I imagined it's like a popsicle, though." He laughs into my hair.

"So you've thought about that, have you?" he teases.

"I plead the fifth."

He kisses my neck and pulls me closer to his body. I stretch and position my body against his. He has worn me out with his s****l appetite. It's not long before I can hear his deep, even breathing. I let the sound of him sleeping lull me to sleep.

I am woken up a few hours later by the sound of him getting out of bed. Something didn't sound right. I wrap the sheet around me to follow him. "Babe, what's wrong?" I ask. He's pale and shaking. I hold him close. He is about to have a seizure. I have seen it a few days ago. I try to make him talk to me because that's helped before. He isn't responding.

I help him to the bathroom floor and onto his side. I lay his head in my lap. I text his mom to let her know what's going on. I know she keeps her texts up loud in case of emergency. She assures me that I am doing what I can to help and that she will be at his apartment in a few minutes.

The thrashing takes him and for a moment, I am scared. I press the soft curler wand into his mouth so if he bites down, he won't bite his tongue. I keep talking to him to help calm him. This has helped before. He calms after a few minutes, but is still unresponsive. I only leave his side for a moment to throw on my nightgown when his mom texts me that she has arrived.

I let her in and show her to where he is. I am embarrassed that he's naked still and I'm not really too covered. She doesn't say much about our state of dress. I put his head in my lap again and talk to him. She grabs his medication out of the cabinet. She sits in the bathroom with us as a second seizure ravages his body. We both talk to him.

This helps this time. The shaking has slowed and he's showing signs of responsiveness. Once the seizure has passed, he sits up next to me. His mom makes him take his medicine and asks, "Michael, did you forget your pill today?" He nods sheepishly. "You know better. Are you ok?" He nods again. "You know the drill, young man." This makes me giggle, but I hide it.

"Yes, ma'am," he says. She nods.

"Well, now it's my cue to go." She kisses his forehead. "I love you, honey." She hugs me around my shoulders. "Thank you, sweetheart." With that, she leaves us alone.

"Are you sure you're ok, babe?" I ask. He stands up and helps me off the floor.

"Thank you, my love," he says.

"Isn't that what good girlfriends do?"

He smiles. We go to the kitchen after he puts on some shorts. He makes us some warm milk. "I guess you can say we're evenly matched."

"Huh?" I am confused.

He winks at me. "I take care of you and you take care of me. In more ways than you think." He kisses me after he hands me the warmed milk.