River O'riley

Frankie has me kneel at her feet in the kitchen to use me like a jungle gym as she climbs up onto my back, her bare feet are cold from the tile and her feathery weight pressing down on me feels better than it probably should..

A prideful sense of purpose swells in my chest, to be useful to her, to serve her in any way is an accolade to my ego.. I will gladly exist only for her contentment, as a piece of meat or even as a piece of furniture.. But especially as a snack that she wants to cover in sweet condiments..

Frankie jumps down with the bottle of maple syrup clutched triumphantly in her little hands like a trophy.. "I'm going to make you soooooo sticky!" She laughs a wickedly sweet titter and uncaps the bottle, dipping her finger inside before bringing it to her lips..

"Christ.. Princess, ye' know ye' can do whatever ye' want.. But I think this might be the best idea ye've ever had.."

She leans down to me, kissing my mouth with reckless hunger.. As her tongue tangles with mine I taste the treacle and my greedy groan reverberates around us..

She straightens up and lifts the bottle above me threateningly.. "You know I love sweets.."

"I know, baby.." I chuckle as the gooey maple spills over my shoulder to trickle down my chest and stomach and she squeaks in enjoyment, emptying half the bottle..

The syrup seeps down my back, surprisingly pleasant..

"Oooh! So yummy!" Frankie places the bottle down on the counter beside the reel of condoms before she joins me on the floor, her lithesome legs twisted up beneath her..

Fuck.. She's stunning.. The pearlescent glow of her naked flesh and rich golden glow in her gaze undo my rational thinking and I become spellbound and just about too stupid to say anything at all..

"I always wanted a pet Tiger.." She swipes a finger down from my chest to my belt then licks it clean..

"I always wanted a princess to pour syrup all over me on the kitchen floor, so I guess this way we both get what we want.." I chuckle, unable to tear my eyes from her flawlessness..

Frankie leans in to drag her tongue across my shoulder and then down along the sticky trail as I lean back into the cabinet doors behind me.. Warm soft kitten licks that drive me to the edge of insanity, all the while she moans the very same way she had while eating her ice cream earlier today.. Insatiable and insistent.. "Mmmm.. You taste like pancakes.."

"Thank you, Princess.." I huff as she reaches my stomach, dipping her fingertips into the band of my boxers to graze against my achingly hard cock..

"Take off your pants." She orders, yanking at the denim of my jeans.. So obediently and in a hurry I kick off my boots and my pants..

We both laugh as the syrupy fabric tangles around my ankle, clinging to my skin.. So she hastily assists me, rough and inpatient as she tears them off me.. Her eyes gaze over in a lusty haze as she looks me over, a sinister but sexy smile curling her pouty pink lips when her focus fixates on my dick..

She crawls closer to perch herself atop one of my legs, the heat of her pussy burning into my thigh.. Frankie grinds back and forth while she runs her hand through the syrup on my chest before using that same sticky hand to grab my cock..

"Shiiit.." I hiss between gritted teeth.. "Baby, that feels so fuckin' good.."

She explores everything, squeezing at my dick, stroking my balls, pressing at the sensitive spot beneath them..

Fuck.. I swear I usually have more endurance or at least some self restraint, but the hotness of it all is too much; Her pussy dripping on my leg, her warm sticky hands groping and her tasty tiny tits swaying in my face, it's a fantasy so intensely feverish that I never dared to dream of..

"Do you want to fuck me, River?" She whispers her temptations to me, sucking on my earlobe until goosebumps flash across my now scorched skin..

"Yes.. Yesss, fuck yes!" I can't think, I can barely breathe..

"How bad?" She teases..

"I'd drag my dick through hot coals and broken glass for it.. I'd kill for it.. I'd do any damn thing ye' told me to, Princess.. Ye' know I would.."

"Sing.." She squeezes my cock and my stupid mouth opens before I can scond guess her demands..

"The very thought o'you and I forget to do, the ordinary things that everyone ought to do.. I'm livin' in a kind o'daydream, I'm happy as a king.. Foolish though it may seem, to me that's everythin'." The slow Sinatra refrain escapes my throat to echo of the kitchen tile, reverberating acoustically in the air around us..

She smiles as she moves lower.. "Don't stop.."

"The mere idea o'you, the longin' here for you.. You'll never know how slow the moments go till I'm near to you-- AH FUCK!"
When she starts to suck me off I forget my place, too infatuated and intoxicated to remember the words..

"Mmm!" She hums in encouragement with a mouthful of me, urging me wordlessly to continue..

My thoughts are torn in half and it becomes cloudy in my mind, but I know what she wants me to do.. So I sing.. Well, I fucking try.. "I-- Oh God--see you face in every flower--ffffuck-- yer' eyes in stars above-- fuckkk-- It's just the thought o'you--Mmm--the very thought o'you, my love-- fuck, Princess.. I'm gonna cum!"

She stops, sitting up to wipe the corner of her mouth with her thumb, her espresso eyes now eagerly ablaze.." No you're not.. You're not allowed."

"Fuck!" My head falls back and collides with the cabinet.. "Ah, ow!"

She giggles as I reach up to rub sheepishly at the back of my head, the burn in my chest crawling up my neck.. "My silly Tiger.."

"Yours--" I mumble like an idiot.. "Aye, I'm yours.."

She reaches up above us for the foil packets passing them to me.. "Prove it to me.. Fuck me sweet.. Give me all your love.. Make me cum?"

"Yes, Princess.." I tear open the packet with fumbling, sticky fingers, rolling the rubber over my shaft before shifting to pick her up..

I lift her from the floor and sit her on the edge of the counter, stepping in between her knees and her thighs wrap-around my waist.. The feeling as I push my cock deep inside her almost overwhelms me and I am forced to think of anything mundane to keep me from spilling early..

Fuck..

Tax..
Running messages..
Retirement plans..
Bubblegum..
Frankie..
Tits..
Pussy..

Fuck, she feels so good..
I can't believe she is letting me fuck her..

Lucky.. Goddamn I'm lucky..

Shit.. Thinking boring thoughts doesn't work and what's more its impossible while i'm buried in her wet heat..

Our skin sticks together and her claws dig into my shoulders as her gaze burns directly into mine.. "I love you, River.."

"I love ye' too, Frankie.." I breathe and without warning the mood swiftly shifts from two wildly savage animals mindlessly going at it, to something deeper.. Something carnal and romantic.. Passionate and heavy..

I feel every exposed inch of her and she does the same as we fall farther into each other until I am lost.. Her striking eyes never leave mine, I can taste the sugary sweetness of her breath, our faces so close that our noses touch.. "Ye' the only girl I've ever loved.. It's you.. It will always be you, baby.."

She stops breathing and her muscles seize.."River, I'm-- I'm going to cum.."

"Please let me cum with you, Princess.." I beg for her permission, though to be honest, I doubt my ability to comply if she were to deny me..

"Yes, yes, yes, yes.." She chants breathlessly until no sound leaves her gasping mouth and her eyes roll back in her head..

Her clenching cunt captivates me and I cum heavy and hard, like machine gun fire raging from my cock to fill the rubber that I really wish wasn't there.. Only after a few seconds do I realise I am chanting myself.. "I love ye so fuckin' much'.. Fuck-- Frankie, I love ye'!"

....

After a long hot shower, I had cleaned the mess we'd made in the kitchen while Frankie soothed Lovey's hungry cries with a bottle of milk and her sweet Mandarin lullaby before The Wallflower and I curled up in bed together.. Now, halfway to falling asleep, Frankie lays across my chest, the way she does every night as I run my fingers through her glossy hair and up and down her spine..

I dread thinking that one night, probably soon, she won't be here with me.. The thought of sleeping alone now that I have felt the comfort of her presence is unbearable, so naturally, I do everything I can to push the intrusive and unwelcome idea to the back of my mind..

Accept it, Idiot..
She's too good for a guy like me..

"This is so nice, baby.." I sigh..

"Sooo nice.." She coos, not opening her eyes..

-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-

My phone vibrates on the bedside table and I grumble, annoyed..

"Who is that?" Frankie groans, rolling over to peek at me in the moonlight that drifts through the curtains to splash across the bedsheets..

"I dunno.." I mutter, reaching out to pick up the cell, my stomach twisting into aggravated knots at the name flashing on the screen.. "Fuckin' Amberley.."

I drop the phone back down uninterested in anything she has to say and soon it stops ringing..

But the reprieve is short lived..

-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-

"Ughh.." I groan..

Frankie sits up, and flicks her hair back out of her face.. "Answer it.."

"But I don't wanna.." I whine..

She giggles, prodding me in the chest.. "I think maybe It's a good thing.. Answer it, River.."

I frown at her doubtfully.. "It's Amberley, there's no way it's good news, Wallflower..."

She rolls off me and onto the pile of pillows beside us, hauling the blanket up over her shoulder and snuggling down with a yawn.. "I'm telling you.. Answer it.."

I sit up in the dark to do as I'm told.. "Ah, feck.."

I accept the call and reluctantly bring the receiver to my ear.. "Somebody better be fuckin' dead or dyin', Amby."

A voice softer than I'd been expecting replies.. "River, I'm sorry to call you so late--"

"What do ye' want, I'm about to go to--"

Amberley cuts me off.. "I've been practicing this all day, could you please just hear me out before you get mad?"

Wait.. Did she just say 'sorry'?

Did she just say 'please'?

What the fuck is happening?

"I'm listenin'.." I lean back against the pillows..

The sound of her shaken breath unnerves me, she is impossible to predict and that is the cause of more stress I really don't need.. It surges through my already painfully tense neck and shoulders to manifest as a headache.. "I know what I did to you was terrible.. If you can't forgive me that is completely fair and I have no right to come to you asking for anything, but you were still there for me, even though you've moved on.. I love you, River.."

I shake my stunned head, unsure I'd even heard her correctly.. Maybe I am dreaming?

Did I fall asleep? "I don't know what ye' expect--"

"I don't expect anything.. Please, just let me say this.."

"Uhh.. Okay?"

Amberley continues.. "I hope your new mistress is good to you, because you deserve that.. And I hope she knows how lucky she is to have a man with a heart like yours.."

I look over at the sleepy lump of linen next to me.. "I'm the lucky one, Amby.. And the things ye' said were--"

"I was out of line.. I know.. I shouldn't have said anything about her.. I was jealous and that wasn't fair to her.. Or you.." A soft sniffle greets my ears as she composes herself once again after her voice becomes wobbly.. "There are so many ways I let you down, but if you really meant what you said-- you know, about burning bridges and how I can go back-- I want a chance to do that.. It's your decision, but-- River, please don't sign those custody papers.."

My heart stabs violently in shock.. "I didn't.."

Amby sighs in audible relief.. "I want to see her.. Lovey.. I-- I miss her.. I miss both of you, Riv.."

I'm rendered speechless, stunned.. Amberley has always defied all logic, but this turnaround is beyond unpredictable.. Its unfathomable.. "W-what changed?"

"Nothing has changed.. I'm still me, I'm never going to be perfect.. I'm probably always going to be this screw up.. But-- You've been there for me.. Shit, even my family don't care about me the way you used to.. You're the father of my child, River.. And I want to see my daughter.. I want to be a part of her life.. In whatever way you will let me.."

I sit there silent, trying to absorb her words....

"River? Are you still there?"

I hum distractedly, my comprehension lagging well behind our conversation.. "Aye.."

"So.. I was thinking, if you're okay with it, maybe Lovey and Connor could have a playdate?" Amberley warblers hopefully..

"Supervised?" I think highly of Lexi, and the idea of our kids socialising doesn't bother me in the slightest.. But leaving Amberley alone with Lovey is close to my worst nightmare..

I don't trust her.. I can't trust her..

"Yes.." She agrees quickly.. "Whatever you want.."

Hesitantly, I swallow my pride for the sake of my sweet little girl.. I had wanted this for Lovey and I owe it to her to give her mother one more chance to be the better person I know she is capable of being.. "Okay."

"Really?!"

I nod, even though she can't see me.. "Yeah.. Yeah, I'll uh-- I'll call you tomorrow, we'll sort summit out.. Alrite'?"

Her voice cracks and wavers as if she is crying.. "Thank you.. I-- I imagined this conversation going so much worse.."

"Goodnite', Amberley." I grunt, tired and confused..

"Good night.."

I hang up the phone and Frankie sits up.. "So?.. It's good news, huh?"

I blink at her in the blackness, seeing the knowing expression on her pretty face.. "How did ye' know that?"

She smiles, snuggling back down against my side.. Frankie takes my arm to wrap it around her shoulders, using me as her pillow.. "I'm a gypsy, remember?"