Summer To Be Loved

Brayden carried Summer into her room, and laid her down on the bed. They began kissing again. Their tongues intertwining. It felt so right. So loving.

He was almost grinding up against her, and she didn't seem to mind. They were kissing hard, their faces were almost one. Tongues, lips, love.

He felt himself getting hard. And Summer must have felt it too.

She paused, but then kept kissing.

Brayden didn't know what he was doing as his hands slid their way down her body, her curves, not her breasts. Just the curves of her body. He ribs, her stomach.

His hands came to the edge of her nightgown. Nightdress. Whatever you want to call it. But it was short and sexy and inky ended about a thumb length away from her hips. Her gorgeous hips.

He slid his hands underneath, he felt her skin.

Soft.

Smooth.

He slid his hands up, and rounded his hands around her butt. His grip. He was grinding against her. His hands on her butt. His tongue in her mouth, she pushed him away "Stop!" she yelped.

He knew he had gone too far. He pulled his hands away and practically leaped off the bed. And sat up. And began to cry.

He softened and took a step forward. Only 6 inches away from the bed.

"I'm so sorry Summy." he sat on the bed, he crawled towards her.

She put her face in her hands and sobbed.

He out his arm around her, and she allowed herself to be guided into his arms. He embraced her like a child, and held her in his lap. "I love you Summer, your my baby girl. My one and only. You can take your time. I see that you need your time. I understand, I love you. You can take all the time that you need, three months, six months, a year, a week, two weeks, 5 years? You take as long as you want. I will be waiting for you Summer. Because I love you more than anything in the world."

She cried into his shoulder, she was soon calmed down.

He was becoming nifty at the sweet talking. "I'm sorry that I was pressuring you. Or that I was."

He said lovingly.

Brayden loved Summer Hartley. No matter what. Even if she wouldnt have sex with him.

Well, he sure hoped that she would have sex with him. He loved her. She loved him. He wanted go all the way with the woman he loved. But he wasn't the kind of guy who would tell a girl that he loves them just so that they would have sex with him. Because he really did love Summer. More than anything else in the whole world.

She looked up at him. "It's ok Brayden"

But she had something else on her mind.