"Oh my little one, I love you so much." I breathe against the top of her head.

She turns in my arms, the picture held tightly in her hand.

"Is it weird for you? That you loved me when I was a baby but now I'm…not?" She questions and I stop and think about it.

It should be weird.

I mean…

I want her.

I really…really want her.

But all I ever wanted was to make her happy.

Back then she needed me to love and care for her.

And right now…

She needs me to love and care for her…

And ravish her.

So yeah…

It's not weird.

But it is painful as she leans up and presses her lips to mine.

My cock throbs against the confinement of my jeans.

There is something new in her kiss.

Now that we have professed our love there is an undercurrent of impatience to her lips.

Her tongue presses and demands.

Her hands rip and fumble.

And I hate that I have to stop her.

But the moving guys will be ringing the bell any…

"Aw shit!" She cries as the ding echoes up the stairs.

I smile and push her hair off her face.

"We'll have time alone soon." I assure her as I take the picture from her and lean it against the lamp on the nightstand.

"Promise?" She whispers wickedly as she runs down the stairs to let the movers in.

Such a dirty little one.

Bring it kitkat...bring it...