Because of His Love

Chapter 8: Allyson - Virginity

It's been three weeks since I told Michael I want to be his girlfriend. I've been trying to gain more freedom away from Tyler in that time. Some of my bruises have started to heal, but I'm also hiding from him as well. I know it's making him mad that he can't hit me daily. When he does catch me I am going to be hit worse than ever.

But now, he doesn't really get to me. I am so happy to be with Michael. I've been spending every weekend at his grandma's house. They all seem so happy to see me. I am always happy to be there. I feel so free.

Again it's Friday so I get to spend the night with Michael because Melody will be over. I can't stand her. She acts like my apartment is hers and Tyler's. I can hear their s*x session start as I close my door. She calls him daddy and I think that's disgusting.

Michael has Chinese food waiting when I knock on his door. It smells amazing. We eat in the living room while watching Netflix. I know he hears my brother so he turns the TV up some. Around midnight, the s*x noises from my apartment stop suddenly and we can hear Tyler and Melody arguing.

Michael rolls his eyes. "Your brother is an i***t, isn't he?"

"Well, yeah," I say.

"Let's not think about them, though," he says, pulling me into the kitchen and into his arms. I let him lead me.

He picks me up and sets me on his counter. "What are you" his lips are on mine before I can finish my question. His kisses are incredible. I feel myself melting against his lips. I hold him close with my good arm and I open up to deepen the kiss.

"It feels like ages since we've kissed," he says, pulling away from me. He starts kissing my neck. He licks at my collarbone while he starts unbuttoning my blouse. "You're so beautiful, Allyson," he mumbles before kissing a trail from my collarbone to the top of my bra.

It's much easier for me to wear the front claps bras this past few weeks and I am instantly grateful that I did. He unhooks my bra and I gasp as his breath brushes my bare breast. I grab a handful of his shaggy brown hair when his mouth closes over my already hard n****e and I moan his name softly.

My soft moan seems to encourage him. He sucks the other n****e into his mouth. I start writhing on the counter. "Michael, please." He smiles at me with my n****e still in his mouth. I can feel his hand slide under my skirt and up my thigh. It's too late to stop him now and I couldn't if I wanted to. His touch is driving me insane with lust.

I feel him brush the edge of my panties with just a fingertip and I am crying out his name again. I arch my hips toward him instinctively. I gently tug his hair so his face is even with mine again. My lips seek his out. His lips crash into mine and I can feel his need, his lusting for me.

He bunches my skirt bewteen our bodies. I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his erection through his sweatpants. "I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Ally."

"What are you waiting for?" I pant.

His lips crash into mine again in desperation. He slides his hand between our bodies in a motion to expose his erection and his fingers brush the nub of flesh through my panties. He moves my panties to the side and rubs the tip of his d**k at my entrance. I can feel my body quivering with the anticipation of his entering me.

He starts to enter my secret place until he comes to my hymen. For an instant, his eyes widen. I feel like he is torturing me. I grab him with my legs and push him in past it. I cry out with pain and pleasure the moment he's fully seated inside my body.

He takes the cry as a spur to keep going, which he does. He sets a slow rhythm to let my body adjust to his size. He hold me around my waist as he pulls out and thrusts back in gently. He leans his head down to suck my n****e again while he never loses his rhythmic movements.

My walls start to tighten around his d**k. He increases his movements when he feels this. I am about to come. I moan, "Oh dear God, Michael." That's all it takes for us to both come undone. His seed fills me as my juices flow around him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks as he carries me to the shower. I smile at him and kiss his cheek.

"Would knowing I was a virgin have changed your desire for me?" I ask, countering his question.

"No, I don't believe it would."

He sets me on my feet so he can get the shower ready. I get undressed. This is the first time he will see the extent of the bruises on my body. He inhales sharply when he turns to wrap my cast in plastic. I know what he sees. I assure him that they're healing.

We step into the shower. The close proximity is enough for him. He picks me up and presses my back against the wall of the shower. We go at it again until the water starts running cold. The first inklings of cold water set off our mutual orgasms.

Michael washes my body quickly and gingerly. He pushes me out to the bath mat. I look back at the closed shower and laugh at him. I grab two towels from his shelf. I wrap one around my body and hand him the other when he shuts the water off.

I think he likes taking care of me. He's so tender towards me. He steers me back to the kitchen where he makes me sit on a chair. He sprays my hair with something and sets about brushing my tangled mass of hair. I stop him when it hurts too much.

"Babe," he says, "I only have a small section left." That's not how my head feels. He goes to grab a and mirror and shows me just how much he has left to brush. I nod my head for him to continue. I cry silently as he untangles the last little bit. He kisses my tears when he's done. "Don't cry, beautiful. It's over now." He wraps me in his arms. "Let's get our pajamas on and eat ice cream."