You finally got it.

You smirk slightly watching him get on his knees.

You wanted this for so long... you can't even remember when it started. You just wanted to feel... desired. Needed. Loved.

All you wanted was a man that made you feel special in that particular way, someone to make you feel like a little diva, something precious to be held and admired.

Your mother's red lipstick makes your smirk look soft and sexy, but perhaps a bit silly for a 10-year-old.

When he looks into your big eyes you can sense all his admiration washing over you.

You can't blame him, your delicious, baby-smooth body is covered only that particular sheer nightgown makes your look so thin and you new breast-bumps so inviting. You love the way your legs look with that pair of thin socks that reach around your thighs.

Sitting with your legs crossed like a little empress on that red and golden rococo chair... you just know you look hot in a forbidden way like no child should look and it makes you shiver with excitement.

He takes your little foot gently and runs his hands slowly up your leg, sending a light shiver down your spine.

His touch is light, it reminds you of how he handles the beautiful roses in his garden, you can feel each finger curl slowly under the hem of your sock as he pulls on it.

The cold air that hits your hot skin makes you shiver in anticipation when the thin fabric is pulled away.

You know what he's going to do to you and you breath out lightly when the stocking is completely removed and his large hot hands hold your bare foot again.

You close your eyes, feeling his breath on your pointed toes, your lips curl into a knowing smile and you finally feel his hot and wet lips on your soft skin.

The contact ends and you can hear him sigh softly, in that remorseful way he does, that way that makes you want to hug and kiss him.

"Your skin is so sweet so soft, baby-doll."

Your smile grows, how does he know that you love it when he calls you that?

His lips touch your skin lovingly just a bit higher up you leg and this time you can feel him nibble a bit at your skin, leaving a wet spot that makes you shiver heavily when he moves to the next spot.

Every kiss, every gentle bite makes you feel hotter and you can't help but grip firmly the frame of the chair you're sitting on; he is driving you crazy.

You moan lightly feeling his lips touch your knee. He makes you move, putting your little leg on his shoulder in order to keep leaving his trail of lustful kisses up the inner part of your thigh.

You throw back your head, moaning softly, as you feel his hot and slick tongue on your sensitive skin.

Each kiss - each lick - gets him closer to where you crave him and you can feel him smiling against your thigh as your breathing quickens and you move one of your hands to stroke his hair.

When he reaches the point where your thigh ends, you shiver, feeling his breath on your soaked pink and white panties. Without knowing it you spread your thighs more, waiting for that contact.

"Are you ready, my little one?"

You just nod, smiling and looking briefly into his loving blue eyes.

You lift your hips to allow him to remove your panties and right after that his breath is again on the sensitive skin between your thighs.

"Ah! Daddy..."