Everything was moving so fast that Tatum barely had time to stop and appreciate his body now that his shirt was gone. She wanted to lick every inch of him, appreciate his chest and abdomen and cock. But his mouth was on hers again and god, his hands were everywhere. She hadn’t forgotten how much she loved it when he touched her, whether it was in passion, or just stroking her hair behind her ear when they were out doing something fun. For a moment Tatum was terrified she might suddenly burst into tears at how overwhelming it all was. She hadn’t had sex in three years and while she’d been touched, it hadn’t been with any level of intimacy that she had grown used to with Dan. She had lived a completely different life for the last few years and adjusting to being home was harder than she thought it would be. But nothing could pull her away from Dan now. This was all she wanted. On the couch or the floor or the bed… it didn’t matter to her as long as she had him. As they reached the couch, Tatum let him go to start pushing her bottoms down her hips, refusing to pull back from kissing him for even one second.
Dan was full of such a strange mix of lust and need and love and anger, it all made his chest feel like it was on fire. Some distant rational part of him thought he should probably stop this, take a breather, let himself settle down so he could think straight ... but Dan didn’t want to. He was so fucking tired of thinking. He wanted Tatum, to feel her against his body and be inside of her and make her moan with pleasure. He needed to know they still had this chemistry, that they truly did still want each other on this deep physical level. Otherwise what was there to try and fix? Dan took the opportunity to get rid of his own pants and underwear, stepping out of them and kicking the fabric aside. His hands landed on Tatum’s hips once they were both bare, pulling her in against him to feel as much of her skin as he could. His palms ran down the curves of her back and ass while their mouths continued to feast on each other. He clenched and squeezed her tight for a moment before he finally pulled his mouth away and urgently nudged at her hips. “Lie down,” he breathed.
Tatum would have probably clung to Dan and begged if he'd tried to stop things now. She was already on the precipice and having to pull back would have been the kind of torture she wouldn't have been able to endure. Sure, that was probably overdramatic, but Tatum had never claimed to be level-headed. With his nude body pressed to hers, she knew for a damn fact that the chemistry they'd had in high school was still there. No one else who'd kissed her that way had ever been able to get her as horny and desperate as Dan had. Tatum knew it was because she loved him and he loved her and those feelings only intensified the physical attraction, pushing it to something deeper and more meaningful. Her hands roamed over his body and she moaned deep in her throat at the feel of his hands squeezing and groping her own. When he pulled his mouth from hers, she went instinctively for his cheek and jaw, peppering kisses across his skin until she obeyed his request to lie down on the couch. She did so with her chest heaving and Tatum drew one knee up before reaching out for him, needing that physical contact all over again. "C'mere," she demanded.