She rested her body on the thin 'lazy boy' half-chair she had just been given. It was to be assembled into another of its kind to make a love seat, but one was enough for now. He encouraged her to sit in it and rest in contours it had to offer. Smiling happily, little girl sat in it and nestled her ten-year-old body into it. First, it was just a seat, then it became a soft resting for her bare little legs, then it became a platform for her back, then it became something for her body to sink into. She closed her beautiful eyes.

He sat just behind the chair, his head right beside hers. Moving carefully and slowly, he extended his arms forward and asked her to rest hers on his, just letting the weight fall. With her small arms totally collapsed onto his, little girl could hear his faint breathing close to her ear, a sound that had always made her feel happy enough inside to allow herself to sleep every night.

Softly, he began to part her hair away from her ear and neck. Aside from slight tickles that made her smile, he kissed her neck once, though it was barely noticeable for either. He began to whisper beautiful things into her tiny ear that meant only something being said by him and being heard by her. The lips governing his body's actions began to gently excavate the detours of child's bare neck.

He whispered his desire to kiss her open lips and her slim body moved slightly knowing that she wanted him to, realising his arms couldn't move. They pouted and pressed against the outer contour, she sighed heavily, her arms becoming a little lighter. Again he showed his desire to kiss her, as though his lips being there weren't enough... so he asked her. Softly, yet abruptly, little girl replied, "Yes." Hearing this, he sealed his lips on her small, soft ten-year-old lips and slowly used his tongue to caress every part of her.

Her fragile body wanted to fall and rise, excited by his passionate kiss. Behind her was the couch and... her arms... a conscious thought had to be called in order to confirm their attachment to her static body. After the thought passed, his lips seemed to fade, though the pleasure did not. Her little arms did not have any weight and so he turned his arms around, the palms facing up. The only part of him that he let touch her were the graces of his finger tips. Mimicking a butterfly's wings, they caressed the spot on the lower part of the palm where all the lines meet.

The gentle graces caused the child's fingers to twitch inward slightly almost every time and calmed every nerve. To join the fray, her neck was soon kissed again... and again, with the same softness, but a raging passion. Whispering another desire, he told her of his lust to have her small body, so distant from where he was and asked her if he could be there. Her legs kicked, depicting her body's will to fight her mind and through muffled sounds of joy, came the answer, "Yes... kiss me everywhere..."

As his head moved around to the other side, his arms slowly retracted, his fingers moving up, across her jaw, and parting her blonde hair. They caressed the back of her neck as he leaned closer to her. Her soft breathing became much more intense as her mind tried to follow the movement of his hands and lips, but her mind was soon thrown out of her body into some kind of bliss when the child threw her acceptance out in words. He explored her mouth, he kissed her lips, he tasted her tongue, he inhaled her breath, he ate her sighs, he drunk her love. Behind him, was the infinite pitfall of the chair, in front of her were his arms, and inside her was he.

Resting on the chair, his lips slowly pulled away and began to lightly nibble on the neck just below. His fingers circled the outer rims of the ears he had just kissed and soothed. They continued down the contours of her jaw, then slowly down her neck. Continuing forward, they rolled down the tops of her small shapeless chest, making a sudden U-turn half-way down, at which point her chin fell just enough to part her lips.

Standing up in trance-like state, the little girl moved closer towards him; she pressed herself against him and passionately drove every thought of love she had for him straight into his heart and soul.

Later that night, he expended every last ounce of his energy to show his beloved how deep his love could comfort her. When he finally exhausted all the energy from his hands, his heart, and his lips; she turned around and began to kiss him in turn. Being drained, he did not expect all the fire she still had left in her tender heart. Turning around and kissing him, little girl showed him not only the lover he was for her, but also the lover he was in her soul.

The End