It felt a little like time travel to Dan too. He’d been so sure for so long that this would never happen again -- either Tatum was never coming back for whatever reason, or he would never forgive her enough. This didn’t feel quite like forgiveness to Dan, but it was hard to parse out what he was feeling exactly. He was discovering that absolutely nothing he felt about Tatum was simple, there were so many layers to his emotions. All Dan really knew was that he wanted this just as badly as she did, and it felt so fucking good to be balls deep inside of her and to have her hands all over him like that. “You too,” he breathed. He couldn’t touch her as much as he wanted to with how he was holding his body up, but Dan nuzzled her back and kissed at her face in return. With a deep groan, he sped up a bit, his hips rocking at an angle he knew she liked, as though his body remembered even more about her than his conscious mind.
There was so much to unpack and deal with but Tatum didn't want to do any of that right now. She might have been gone for three years but her feelings for Dan had never wavered or dulled in the least. They just had to get to know each other again and in Tatum's mind, this was the best way to start. If their bodies could remember that chemistry, certainly everything else could too. Panting his name, Tatum arched beneath him, frustrated by the restrictive couch but also loving that they were pressed so tightly together. She didn't want space of any kind at the moment. His cock seemed to push even deeper, pushing Tatum closer and closer to the peak. There was nothing she wanted more than to let the pleasure overwhelm her until she couldn't think anymore. Tatum had never been a very quiet lover and that certainly hadn't changed over the past few years. She moaned with every thrust, gasped his name when the sensations grew sharper. When she peaked, Tatum cried out until she was trembling, her hands clinging to Dan's body to keep him near as every inch of her throbbed deliciously.
Dan hadn’t quite forgotten how much he enjoyed sex with Tatum, but it had been so long that the visceral memory of it had faded. Knowing something felt good and then feeling it again first hand were two very different things. As Tatum’s pleasure rose higher and higher, so did Dan’s, that physical desperation grew and grew in him, the knot twisting tighter every time she cried his name. For a moment he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold out until she came, but then her body was clenching and throbbing around him, and Dan was filled with relief alongside the sharp uptick of his own pleasure. Fuck, he’d missed feeling that sensation on his bare skin, he’d missed the particular way Tatum’s pussy felt like it was milking the cum out of him, the way she sounded and that flush in her cheeks. Dan pressed his forehead to hers and thrust with abandon for another few seconds, pounding into her through her orgasm until he tipped over his own edge. With a low cry in his throat, Dan pushed his cock in deep and finally let go, his body shivering with all that momentary bliss.
Even if the circumstances between them weren't ideal, this was still perfect to Tatum. She had missed feeling Dan's body over and inside of her. Touching his skin, feeling his lips on her own. Even the way he fucked her, the way his muscles tensed when he came. It was everything she had remembered and more, things she had dreamed about becoming reality once again. When he trembled against her, Tatum ran her hands down his back, her lips pressed to his, though she didn't kiss too hard or too deep. She just didn't want to lose that connection just yet. Even if the sex was over, Tatum was still reluctant to let him go and she kept her leg draped over his lower half, wanting to revel in the afterglow for as long as possible. It was the kind of bliss she had been missing for the last three years and now that she had it again, Tatum was determined to never let it go.