Summary: When Drake returns from a work trip, MC (Riley Mason) shows him exactly how much she’s missed him.
Riley opened the door to the cabin and stopped; something was different. She’d expected silence when she opened the door, but instead she heard … water? Riley slowly put her keys down on the table beside the door, easing off her jacket as she tried to figure out what the sound was. Then it clicked and she couldn’t believe it hadn’t occurred to her right away: he was home.
Riley ran through the cabin and threw open the bathroom door, which hit the wall with a loud crack. Drake spun around in the shower, nearly slipping as he flailed and braced himself against the slick tiles.
“Jesus, Mason!” Drake exclaimed. “You can’t sneak up on me like that, I could’ve fallen!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Riley chanted as she hurried across the bathroom and flung open the shower door, stepping under the warm water fully clothed so she could wrap her arms around him. She pressed her lips against his laugh and he kissed her back.
“So, I take it you missed me, Mason?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Don’t even pretend like you didn’t miss me, too,” she said, smacking him playfully on the butt. “I still have all of your texts, mister.”
“You realize you’re still fully clothed, right?” he asked, looking down at her. “Why don’t you take those off and join me in here so we can celebrate?”
Riley disentangled herself from him and stepped out of the shower, pulling off her boots one by one.
“What’s the point of getting clean if you haven’t gotten me all dirty yet?” she asked as she continued to removed her clothes, dropping them behind her as she made her way into the bedroom. Behind her, she could hear the screech of the shower as Drake turned off the water and she smiled. The bedroom was colder than the steamy bathroom had been and Riley shivered slightly as she removed the last of her clothes. No sooner had she let them fall to the floor when she felt Drake press against her back, his body still wet from the shower. She turned around to face him and wrapped her arms around his waist, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers.
“I missed you,” she said. “You really shouldn’t stay away for so long.”
“I hate leaving you,” Drake admitted. He touched her face, tracing the edge of her lips with his thumb. Drake leaned down and kissed her gently.
“Then stop leaving,” she said as she lay down on the bed before him. Drake sucked in his breath as he stared at her. Riley spread her knees slightly and he ran his hands down her inner thighs spreading her further apart so he could see her better.
“I wish I could, but I can’t,” Drake said as he knelt in front of her.
“I know,” Riley said. “I just–”
“Mason,” Drake interjected. “Stop saying goodbye to me when I only just got home.” She felt his mouth on her, gentle and slow as he parted her folds with his tongue. “God, you taste so good, Riley,” he said, the vibration of his words against her skin sending a thrill through her body, a thrill almost as big as when he called her by her first name. Drake tightened his grip on her thighs and pressed his tongue closer to her, circling and playing with her. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, unable to stay still underneath his mouth.
Her hips began to buck under his insistent tongue and she cried out his name as she came, a moan that turned into a desperate gasp.
“Drake … Drake, I–”she tried to say, but her voice devolved into little more than a whimper.
Drake pulled his mouth away from her center and replaced it with his fingers, slowly sliding them in and out of her as he kissed his way up her naked body, tracing the curves of her body with his tongue, his lips, whispering how much he loved her into every inch of her skin.
Riley tugged him down on top of her and her pulled his fingers away, settling his hips between hers. She reached down and guided him to her. She moaned when he slid inside of her, delighting in not only the physical sensation, but also the closeness she felt to him. Riley had never felt this close to anyone in her life, in every way. Even still, she wanted to bring him even closer, deeper into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched at him as he moved in and out of her, bringing himself closer to the apex. Riley tightened around him, urging him on. He groaned, dropping his face into her neck as he began to thrust faster, pushing hard into her. Riley’s breath hitched with ever push and she wanted nothing more than to be consumed by him, completely engulfed by his love.
“I’m not going to last for very long,” he gasped in her ear and she tightened around him again.
“Fuck me harder, Drake,” she whispered. “I want you to come.”
At the sound of her swearing, Drake tightened his hold on her, his hips thrusting more powerfully against her. Riley heard him groan, felt his release inside of her, and she held him close to her.
“Sorry,” he said, breathing heavily. “We’ve been apart for a while, I knew I wouldn’t last long.”
“I’m just glad you’re here at all,” Riley said, kissing the salt from his skin. “Our bed has been very lonely without you.”
Drake propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her.
“I have been very lonely without you,” he said. “I miss you even when you’re just in the next room, so these separations have been torture.”
“When do you leave again?” she asked as he rolled to his side to lay beside her.
“One week.”
Riley felt her heart sink. She knew these trips Liam was making were important to the economic well being of Cordonia and she knew Drake had to go with him, but sometimes she wished she and Drake could take his boat and sail away, just the two of them.
“Hey,” Drake said gently, catching the falling of her face. “Don’t say goodbye yet.”
“I’m not,” Riley promised, forcing a smile. “I’m saying hello. Hello, hello, hello,” she said, grinning as she kissed him to punctuate each word. Drake laughed and pulled her close to him, curling his arms around her.
“Hello.”
