She didn’t have to tell him twice, Dan was already on his way to join her. He got a knee up on the couch cushion and covered Tatum’s body with his own, his lips seeking hers out again immediately. Feeling her curves and softness under him again almost felt like time travel, like he could just forget everything and be with her in the most base instinctual way. Dan knew that mindset probably wouldn’t last, but it felt damn good in the moment, and he didn’t want to ruin it for himself by overthinking. So he kissed Tatum deep again, and when his hips naturally shifted into the right position, Dan didn’t hold back. He thrust sharply into his wayward wife, a groan catching in his throat. Dan had gotten laid a few times in the past three years, but all of them had involved condoms, so he hadn’t felt that sensation since the last time he and Tatum had sex. Before she disappeared on him. Dan pushed that thought away, wanting to be completely lost in the moment, nipping on Tatum’s bottom lip as he pushed deep into her and rocked his hips against hers.
That first thrust drew a gasp from Tatum's lips as her hands slid around his body, fingertips pressing into his skin. He felt amazing, but Tatum had known he would. She had missed this. Her body had missed this. Sex was always something Tatum had enjoyed, nearly insaitable once she and Dan had started having it. But being away from him had dulled that desire and she had been more focused on other things than physical pleasure. The last three years seemed to disconnect and dissolve in her memory with every movement of his cock inside of her and Tatum moaned against his mouth, draping one leg around him as she lifted her hips to grind against his. Maybe there was a lot to be resolved between them, but not this. Her body was awake for the first time in years and her pussy squeezed around his cock as Tatum's hands slid up his back.
It was good that this part of them hadn’t changed, Dan could feel it down to his marrow. It was about so much more than how tight and hot Tatum’s body was around his cock -- though he was fully appreciating that as well. Dan couldn’t explain it with words, he was just feeling that intense love and deep connection suddenly, for the first time since she’d come home. Maybe he could hold it back under normal circumstances, let all of his anger and grief overshadow it, but that was apparently harder to do when they were joined like this. Dan started to pump his hips, quickly building into a firm rhythm as his breathing and groans picked up. She felt so fucking good, he was already on the edge, but Dan was determined not to let himself go too far yet. He wanted to make her come hard, to remind her what she’d walked away from, to feel that close to her again, all at once. He got too breathless to maintain the kiss, and Dan butted their foreheads together instead, his eyes closed in concentration.
Tatum knew things weren't completely resolved between them and probably wouldn't be for a while, but when it was like this? She could completely forget everything she had done, all the hurt and anger she'd caused Dan. It was like she had never left and they were just enjoying make up sex the way they used to. Tatum panted softly and ran her hands over his body, drawing her knee up higher to feel him press even deeper inside of her. Already she could feel those coils of pleasure starting to tighten in her core. Maybe it was because she had gone without sex for so long. Or maybe it was because she was with Dan, who she had missed and thought of so often when she'd been gone. He felt the same, yet different in the best ways. Moaning, Tatum pressed kisses to his cheek and jaw, arching her hips to meet every thrust of his body. "You feel so good," she murmured, nuzzling her nose to his, unable to stop touching anywhere and everywhere she could.