thehungryone (thehungryone) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-12-05 12:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, dan, dan x tatum, tatum |
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Who: Dan and Tatum
When: Evening, Friday, July 6
Where: Home
Status: Complete
Warning: NSFW
Tatum and Dan hadn’t talked very much after the night before, once the sex had cooled from their bodies and they were snuggled up in bed together. It had been so much more comfortable than sleeping on the couch and having Dan’s warmth pressed against her all night had helped her sleep better than she had in years. Tatum was still half asleep when Dan had slipped out of bed the next morning to get ready for her and she listened to him in the shower, still half asleep with a faint smile on her lips. Sure, things weren’t perfect or anything, but Tatum felt like the night before had been progress and that was all she could really ask for.
After Dan left for work, Tatum slept for a few more hours before finally showering and trying to find something productive to do. She cleaned for a bit, though Dan pretty much kept things tidy it seemed like, so there wasn’t much cleaning to do. She went out for coffee and then some more raw meat to wring the blood from. Tatum was aware raw meat wasn’t going to sustain her for very long and she would need to find something more… substantial, but for now, she could handle this.
Finally she sprawled out on the couch, turned on the television and fell asleep again.
It was getting late when she woke again and judging by the time, she knew Dan would be home soon. So Tatum dug through her bag of things and found a green summer dress that one of the women gave her a few months before. It was comfortable and cute and Tatum liked how her cleavage looked in it. After applying a little bit of make up, brushing her teeth and straightening her hair, Tatum stared at herself in the mirror for a few minutes. She had more color, which was a plus, and she was eager to get out of the house again. It was a Friday night, after all, and Tatum was hoping Dan would feel like going out too.
Dan was a bit later getting home than he otherwise would’ve been. Talking with Toby Mitchell in the locker room for a while had contributed ... but he’d also been kind of dragging his feet. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go home, he just had so many mixed feelings about everything. Well, about Tatum specifically, but right now she counted as Everything in his life. Had sleeping with her again been a mistake? It had certainly felt good, and so had the actual sleeping they’d done, but had it been right? Dan didn’t know, but he was doubting himself and his ability to handle any of this, especially with his wife’s new ... complications. Another thing that he’d been thinking about obsessively throughout his shift.
There was a lot churning through his mind as he drove through the still-awful weather toward home. All Dan really wanted was to get out of his shoes, take a shower, and lie down to relax. He had a feeling that was going to be more difficult with Tatum in the house. Her returned presence had made him feel a lot of things -- chill was not one of them. He parked and dashed through the rain to the front door to let himself in. “I’m home,” Dan called as he locked up behind himself. He bent over to unlace his boots and take them off by the door.
As soon as Tatum heard Dan's voice, her heart lodged directly in her throat. It was excitement and apprehension all at once. She left the bathroom and walked into the living room, smiling when she saw him. He looked so good, kind of wet from being out in the rain and Tatum had to quite literally resist the urge to push him up against the door and start having her way with him. "Hey," she said, wondering if she was even allowed to kiss him hello. Tatum thought about it, but then decided to wait. Maybe he would kiss her first. "How was your day?"
Dan glanced up as Tatum approached, then did a double take to see her in a dress with makeup on. Was that for his benefit? What else could it be? A weird feeling passed through his stomach, and he looked down at what he was doing again, tugging his second boot off as he answered. “It was pretty busy. The weather’s shit.” Dan was sure Tatum had noticed that on her own, but maybe she didn’t know how that made his new job so much harder. He stood up and glanced her up and down, one brow quirking up just a bit. “You uh ... you look nice,” he said. It was true, even if he wasn’t sure how to feel about it yet.
Oh, right. The weather. It was raining, but why should that stop them from having some fun? Tatum was pretty sure they could both use it. She certainly could. Other than running a few errands, Tatum had more or less stayed home and she was getting antsy. Smiling when he complimented her, Tatum smoothed her hands down her dress. She looked more than nice, but she would take anything Dan was willing to give her at the moment. "Thanks. I was thinking maybe we could go out. Get dinner somewhere... the rain kind of puts a damper on things, but we could find something to do?"
“What, like ... a date?” Dan asked, his face and tone puzzled and a bit skeptical. He immediately regretted the question, sure she would take it all wrong, and Dan lifted a hand in an attempt at a peaceful gesture. “No, that’s ... that’s not what I meant, sorry. I just ... it was a long shift. Let me get a shower and think about it, okay?” They had slept together the night before, so maybe it was weird of him to second-guess taking her out on a date, but Dan had been having weird feelings about their whole situation all day. Nothing about this wasn’t weird. He just needed some space to decompress and think.
Tatum wasn't sure she was thinking of it specifically as a date since they were married and everything... although she supposed going out with one's spouse could still be considered a date, right? Even so, her spine stiffened a little at the look on his face and she clutched her hands together, determined not to get upset or annoyed. If he had to think about it, that probably meant he didn't want to. Or wasn't sure if he wanted to. But maybe he did and she just threw him off a little, pouncing on him right when he walked in the door. "Definitely take a shower," Tatum said, smiling brightly to show him she was one hundred percent fine with his hesitation. "But while you're in there, just think about me out here all dressed up with nowhere to go and how sad that is."
He wasn’t sure he bought that Everything’s Fine smile of hers, but Dan honestly didn’t want to deal with her being upset that he didn’t immediately jump at the chance to go out with her either, so he let it be. He cracked a little smile of his own at the last part, a rather mean retort flashing through his head, and moved around Tatum to head for the hallway and the bathroom beyond. “I won’t take long,” he said over his shoulder. It was a little sad that she’d put effort into her appearance without even knowing if he would want to hit the town with her. Dan wasn’t completely heartless, especially after they’d reconnected in a way ... though he wasn’t sure yet if that had been a big mistake or not. Once he’d stripped and stepped in under the hot water, he tried to stop thinking about what Tatum wanted and tune in to what he wanted instead.
Tatum resisted following him into the bathroom, aware that he probably still wanted boundaries, or whatever. She had known Dan all her life and even with the distance between them the last few years, she still knew him better than she knew herself. He was hesitant about going out and Tatum supposed she couldn't blame him. Sex didn't equal forgiveness. With the shower running, Tatum stood in the living room for a few moments, unsure as to what to do with herself. Maybe just change into pajamas and be okay with a night in again? Make him dinner here? Order a pizza? If he'd had a long shift, maybe he just wanted to relax. It was raining pretty hard outside too. After another moment of deliberation, Tatum headed for the bathroom, stripping out of her clothes as she went. She was naked when she walked into the bathroom to slip into the shower with Dan. He might not like it, or want it, but maybe he would feel better if tonight was about him.
Dan was scrubbing shampoo into his hair when he heard the bathroom door open and felt the shower curtain move. It made his heart squeeze and pump a little faster, though he couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or irritation or some combination of both. Dan rinsed the suds away from his eyes and then turned to duck his head back into the water to get rid of the shampoo, peeking at her as he ran his fingers through his hair. Even after everything, Tatum was still so gorgeous to him, and his body still wanted hers. That had to mean something, right? Dan just didn’t know what he wanted it to mean. Fuck, why was all of this so confusing? “You’re gonna mess up your makeup,” he murmured, not sure what else to say. He almost added that they could go out if she really wanted to, but he didn’t, not yet.
It was a good sign that he didn't immediately ask her to get out of the shower. It was encroaching on his space, but he'd had space all day, right? "I don't care," she said, shrugging nonchalantly before reaching for the soap to lather it between her hands. Even if things were confusing between them, Tatum knew Dan still found her attractive. Even if they hadn't had sex the night before, she would have known. For Tatum, physical touch was always so comforting, especially when it was Dan's touch so could he blame her for wanting it so much? Putting the soap down, Tatum began to run her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. "I can always put more on if I have to. Just don't judge any raccoon eyes that might come of this. I don't think my mascara is waterproof."
They’d always had good chemistry together, able to connect physically even when they were struggling to communicate. Their relationship hadn’t been all smooth sailing even before Tatum ran away. Maybe the effect her hands on his skin had on him made him a sucker, but Dan couldn’t exactly help the way she made him feel. He tingled where she touched him, his nipples tightening up a bit. Dan kept his hands on himself for the moment, finishing rinsing out his hair. “Yeah well ... you always were able to rock some raccoon eyes,” he said as he squeezed the dark strands out and stepped out of the water a little. Dan studied Tatum, wondering idly if his feelings for her would ever make sense again. He moved to lightly touch her upper arm, fingers sliding lightly down her skin.
Tatum smiled, because he was right, after all. She'd gone through a phase where she probably overdid the eyeliner back in high school, but whatever. Keeping her hands on him, Tatum felt some semblance of relief when he finally touched her back. It wouldn't have surprised her if he hadn't wanted to and maybe she was playing dirty by coming into his shower as naked as he was, but Tatum had meant it when she told him she would win him back and she was willing to do whatever it took. It was definitely easier, knowing he still physically wanted her because she could use that to her advantage. Sliding her hands down to his hips, Tatum brought her gaze up to his, stepping in a bit closer. Her breasts weren't quite touching his chest, because she wanted Dan to close that gap, to kiss her and touch her and give her permission to do so much more to him.
There probably was something unfair about it, but it was hard to think about that when Tatum’s body was so close to his, and she was just looking at him with those beautiful eyes of hers. The parts of Dan that had missed her for so fucking long were melting with that yearning need that he was discovering he wasn’t strong enough to resist. Tatum was still his wife, and he still loved her, even though she’d hurt him so badly. How could he be expected to stay strong when she was within reach, obviously wanting him? Or she at least wanted back in his good graces. It was a distinction Dan should probably be more interested in, but his groin was heating up with Tatum’s body so close and his thoughts were getting fuzzier. He slowly stroked both of her arms and shoulders as he met her gaze, not pulling her in or pushing her away just yet. “Tatum ...” he started to say, his brows flexing a little. Dan hesitated, but he pushed it out. “Are you sure you still love me?”
Tatum wanted everything. She wanted Dan in every possible way, emotionally and physically. She wanted him to not be angry with her anymore. To forgive her and love her and want a future with her again. Tatum understood forgiveness was a work in progress, but she was going to keep pushing that progress. She wasn't going to step back until he was ready, she was going to keep putting herself in his path, reminding him she was there and never leaving again. Like right now. The water was warm, but his body was even more so and it was so hard not to run her hands all over him and pull him close. Dan's question prompted Tatum to press her fingertips into his hips, her gaze searching his. It stung a little but Tatum understood why he was asking. She would have been doubting those feelings too, if their roles had been reversed. "Dani, I never stopped loving you. I've loved you since junior high. I loved you when I was gone. I love you now. There's been no one else for me since the first time you kissed me. That never changed."
It sounded good, like everything he wanted to hear. Dan knew Tatum knew that, too. He’d never been good at hiding anything from her, he’d always been an open book. Not so much the other way around, and ever since she’d left, Dan had felt convinced that he’d never known her at all. He ached to be with her again, to make everything okay between them, and he didn’t want to distrust her. There was just a voice of doubt in the back of his mind now, questioning whether she was lying to him. To what ends, he didn’t know, and it was so exhausting not to know what to believe. It was just hard for him to make sense of it, that she’d loved him but had still been able to leave with hardly any word. “I never stopped loving you either,” he murmured, one hand coming up to tuck some stray hair behind her ear. He got it wet, but Dan didn’t think she would mind. He cupped the back of Tatum’s neck and dipped in to kiss her softly, as if he could get more truth from her body than her words.
The last thing Tatum wanted was for Dan to doubt her feelings for him, although he had every right to. It wasn't like she had handled things very well. She'd never really been able to, even when they were in high school or newly married. Dan had always been the level headed one, patient and rational. Tatum was just emotion and drama, diving headfirst before she put any thought into her choices. It still blew her mind that he'd put up with her for as long as he had. That he was still willing to put up with her now, although it wasn't like she'd given him much choice. Hearing that he still loved her sent a thrill through her body and she parted her lips for his, finally unable to resist pulling him closer to her until they were skin to skin. She was more than happy to show him how much she still loved him through physical intimacy. Tatum's mouth tended to get her in trouble, but this she could do without having to think.
Maybe it was a terrible idea, maybe he was just making everything worse, opening himself up to be crushed again if Tatum got another whim to leave him ... but damn did it feel good. He’d missed her so damn much, and her mouth felt just as good as it used to, and if that made him a sucker, then so be it. Dan slipped his arm around Tatum’s waist to hold her tightly against him, his heart starting to beat harder in his chest. He just wanted her back, he’d wanted her back for so long, it was still hard to believe she was really there, that this wasn’t some cruel tease or really elaborate dream. She felt better than she ever had in his dreams over the past three years, though, solid and warm with their chests pressed together. Dan deepened the kiss, gently squeezing the back of her neck as his body started to respond to all the naked closeness. Tatum could still turn him on, there was no question about that.
This was most certainly not a terrible idea. This was the best idea, if you asked Tatum. She had no plans to leave again and Tatum was more than happy to prove to Dan that she was there to stay. His arm around her felt so fucking good. So did the hand at the back of her neck. Sleeping beside him the night before had been pure heaven and this was a close second. Her tongue stroked his and a moan of approval formed in her throat as her hands slid down to the small of his back. Feeling his cock starting to harden between her bodies as thrilling in a way Tatum hadn't felt in so long - except maybe the night before when they had sex on the couch. Gods, that particular chemistry certainly hadn't dulled in the three years they had been apart. Tatum wanted to ask if his girlfriend made him feel the way she did - or any women he might have been with while she'd been gone. But Tatum knew that would dampen the mood and she absolutely did not want to do that.
As far as Dan was concerned at the moment, there were no other women in the world. His whole world had narrowed down to the enclosed space around them, nothing but Tatum and the rush of hot water and the way she made his body feel. Maybe that wasn’t the best stuff to focus on, it didn’t solve any of their problems, but it felt so good. It was a more complicated ‘good’ now, maybe, but it was still the best he’d felt in what seemed like so long. And god, when she moaned like that, it sent fire licking up his spine. Dan kissed her harder, his tongue delving past her open lips to taste her as his heart picked up speed. The hand at the back of her neck slipped down to cover one of her breasts, his thumb and forefinger finding her pert nipple to pinch. Tatum had always had a knack for drawing him out of his well-mannered and easygoing shell, igniting a passion in him that no other girl ever had. As his cock fully hardened, he rocked his hips against her, seeking friction by instinct.
Maybe Dan was reluctant to go on a date with her, but he definitely didn't seem to have any trouble doing this. That didn't bother Tatum at all because she would rather be doing this too. Her body was growing hotter by the minute, her nipples growing taut and achy underneath his fingertips. With her own core throbbing, Tatum smoothed her hands around to the front of Dan's body, fingertips gliding lazily over his hip bones, lower to the tops of his thighs. She hadn't had sex in three years and touching Dan now, much like she had the night before, only ignited that fire inside of her all over again. If she could have tied him to the bed to fuck his brains out for the next several days... well, she would have. Tatum bit gently at his lower lip, the desire to draw blood to suck on so strong, though she managed to resist getting that rough. Instead she focused on touching him, wrapping her fingers around his growing erection and stroking him to full hardness, Gods, he was still as beautiful as she remembered, maybe even more so now than when she had left. Tatum wanted to lick and bite every inch of him, mark him as hers all over again. Maybe someday he'd let her do just that.
Something about reconnecting physically seemed easier than sitting across from each other at a restaurant trying to make conversation would have been. So much inside of Dan was still stirred up and messy, and he didn’t quite trust himself not to get upset with Tatum out in public. It wasn’t a conscious thought, part of him just shied away from going out and trying to pretend that everything was normal and they were just a regular couple out on a date. But this, in the privacy of their own home ... This he could do, even though it brought its own conflicted feelings along with it. They were just much easier to ignore with Tatum’s hand wrapped around his cock. The way her teeth felt on his lip sent little electric sparks down through his body, and Dan let out a soft needy sound into the kiss. Thoughts of her new needs were far away at the moment, like the blood drinking was just some bad dream in the middle of all of this turmoil. Dan kneaded one of her breasts and let the other hand slip down her body to delve his fingers between her legs, light and teasing to start.
The first touch of his fingers between her legs drew another moan from Tatum’s lips. She was already slick with need and she covered his hand with her own, pressing him more firmly against her heat. Her other hand continued to stroke his cock, squeezing just where she knew he liked it. How many times had she dreamed and fantasized about this? There hadn’t been a day that Tatum hadn’t missed or thought about Dan, and certainly when she’d tried to sleep at night these fantasies had always surfaced. It was just another sign that she’d been stupid to leave in the first place. And thank god he still wanted her, even if it came with confusion and complications. Those were easier to handle when she had another way of drawing him in. Flicking her tongue against his, Tatum groaned again, the ache between her legs becoming somewhat unbearable. “You wanna fuck me, Dan?” she murmured, rubbing her thumb over the tip of his cock.
Fantasizing about Tatum while she’d been gone had been unavoidable for Dan from time to time, and it always gave him weird feelings afterward. He’d just loved her so much and he’d been incredibly attracted to her since they’d been teenagers, of course she’d been the star of many wet dreams and jerkoff fantasies ... he would just end up sad when he was done. Tatum wasn’t a fantasy now though, she was very real and warm and there under his hands. And she wanted to stay, she’d said as much, so there would be no drop back into his sad reality after this. God, Dan wanted to believe in her. Maybe the more they did this, the more his body would internalize the fact that Tatum was back, and the more he could relax. He rubbed at her swollen folds, loving the way she gripped his cock and made him throb. Tatum felt so ready for him already, like she’d missed him in this way just as much, and it turned him on even more. “I do,” he moaned, his thumb pressing a bit harder against her clit. “Do you want my cock?”
She would absolutely do whatever it took to convince Dan she was in it for the long haul, that she wouldn't run again and that he was everything she wanted and needed. If sex was a way to do that, she would fuck Dan every day and every night for the rest of their lives. It wasn't like it would be a hardship. She had been wanting him so badly for so long and that fire she had felt for him for years was still burning hot. He hadn't been her first but Tatum had always known Dan would be her last. And if this was the best way they could communicate without arguing, then so be it. "God, yes," she breathed, her head falling back as fresh pleasure spiked inside of her. "So bad, Dani, please."
Some people would probably say this wasn’t the ‘right’ way to go about doing things, recreating intimacy through sex instead of working through their issues ... but fuck those people, they weren’t here living through it. Dan had missed Tatum more than he could put into words, he still loved her in spite of everything, and he wanted her. Especially when she sounded like that. Dan turned them so he could put Tatum’s back against the tiled shower wall to brace her while he reached down and pulled one of her legs up to his hip. Turning her around might have made for an easier angle, but Dan wanted to keep kissing her when he could. He dipped one hand between them to guide his cock, and a few heartbeats later he was sliding into her, his breath catching as he dipped in to kiss and suck at her neck.
Tatum shivered, but not from the cool bite of the tile against her back. This was so much better than going out to eat because she just knew physical intimacy would bring Dan closer to her than a potentially awkward or tense dinner conversation. They had never really been able to keep their hands off of each other and it didn't surprise her in the least that that aspect of their relationship hadn't changed over the years. Curling her leg around Dan's hip, Tatum's arms came up to wrap around his neck, one hand slipping into his wet hair. Her heart was beating fast in her chest, and Tatum groaned softly the moment she felt him slip inside of her. Her hips pressed instinctively to his to pull him in even deeper. "God, yes," she moaned, turning her face just enough to press kisses to his cheek and jaw. The only desire she felt right then was to touch and kiss and enjoy every moment she had with Dan.
Fuck, it was like being with her like this chased every bad thought away, cleared off all of the fog that hid the core fact of how much he loved her. That was how it felt, anyway, and Dan relished the feel of Tatum’s body wrapped around every part of him. He slid one of his hands down to her ass, his forearm under her thigh to help hold her up. Dan had gotten physically stronger since he’d changed careers, and he was feeling that now in a different way than normal, a sexier way. He felt like he wanted to flex against her, pin her harder to the wall, show her ... something that didn’t really make sense in words. He groaned against her skin, his hips starting to rock in a slow, indulgent rhythm. Dan dragged his lips up Tatum’s neck and jaw until he could crush them to hers again, his tongue hungry and demanding.
Tatum could definitely see some of the changes in Dan's body, and while she appreciated them on a shallow level, she had always wanted him, even when he was more of a lanky teenager. Everything about him seemed to have changed somehow, but he was still Dani and he was still hers. Tatum knew that for a fact, especially with the way he moved against her, the way his lips worshiped her skin. She could so easily sink into this kind of pleasure and happily never surface again. Rocking her hips into his, Tatum moaned softly until his mouth covered hers, her tongue meeting his, wanting to taste and dominate. There was nothing quite like having Dan's cock moving inside of her. She had missed it so damn much, Tatum wasn't sure she would ever get enough.
He could feel the strength in the way she kissed him back, and it stoked Dan’s fires higher. Tatum had always had a dominant streak, a power over him that he had never really been able to match or resist. There had always been a power imbalance between them, that was how she’d been able to destroy him emotionally and here he was welcoming her back. But things felt different now, and Dan kissed her hard and possessive -- if he was going to be hers again, she was also his, and he wasn’t letting her go ever again. His body started moving with more purpose, hips snapping forward as he started to fuck her harder too. Dan had to pull his mouth away from Tatum’s to get enough air, but he stayed close, nipping at her bottom lip as he pumped into her body faster, driven by some instinct to claim what was his.
Tatum exhaled sharply at the sudden force of his cock driving into her, but she welcomed it, wanting more of that increased pleasure pressure. It soothed something broken inside of her, knowing that he still wanted her this badly. Tatum had spent the last few years dreaming about this while also wondering if he'd moved on to someone new. But she knew he would never find this kind of chemistry with anyone else, and Dan knew it too. There was no way he could fuck her like this and think differently. His lips sent fresh waves of heat directly to her core and Tatum clung to him, the noises escaping her beginning to grow in volume. If he wanted to claim her again, Tatum would let him do it over and over again, as much as he wanted or needed. She was his and she was back to prove that to him, however she could. "Dani," she moaned, one hand clutching his shoulder tight. It was harder to move against him in her position, but Tatum tried anyway, arching into him, tightening her leg around his body.
Hearing her say his name like that made Dan’s balls ache with an intense need, and he groaned wordlessly in answer. He brushed his tongue against Tatum’s lip, then let his mouth wander to her jaw and down her neck again, unable to get enough of tasting her. Sleeping with other women had been weird the first couple of times, and even though it had gotten easier and he’d had some enjoyable experiences, none of it had compared to this. Even when they’d been young and clumsy and new to it all, they’d had electric sex. In spite of everything, that didn’t seem to have changed, and Dan didn't want to fight it. Maybe he didn’t feel exactly the way he’d always thought he would about it, but emotions were unpredictable. Hadn’t they both learned that the hard way? This was all Dan wanted to feel right now, Tatum’s body writhing against his and her pussy gripping his cock. “Fuck, Tate,” he groaned against her neck. Dan’s free hand groped until it found Tatum’s, linking their fingers tightly together as his hips and core worked against her, pleasure coiling tighter in his gut.
Tatum tightened her fingers around Dan's, helpless to do anything more than lose herself in the bliss that had begun to overwhelm her. If she could just stay there like this with him forever, then everything would be okay. Right now, this is how she felt closest to him and she could tell Dan felt the same. Her moans grew louder with each thrust of his cock and Tatum could feel that deliciously familiar sensation start to blossom in her core. God, if he only knew how much she had missed him. Trying to explain it with words probably wouldn't work and she didn't want Dan to dismiss any of it. But she could show him like this, with physical affection, let him see how much he still affected her. Groaning his name, Tatum arched against his body, a strangled noise forming in her throat as her orgasm unraveled and took control. It was the perfect kind of release, leaving her panting and trembling while she clung to Dan to stay upright.
It was easy to forget that anything bad had ever happened when they were together like this, Dan was finding. He didn’t know if what he felt was forgiveness exactly, but it was definitely more positive than what he’d been feeling for so fucking long. He moaned and panted as he felt Tatum’s body tightened and throbbed around his cock, his free hand clutching at her thigh as he thrust into her deep and slow to ride her through it. There was nothing more hotly erotic than feeling his wife come, and Dan was lost in the bliss of it with her for a few moments. He crushed his mouth against Tatum’s after her peak, though it couldn’t last long with both of them breathing so hard. He kept his cock buried in her, his body still holding hers against the wall, and let go of her hand to hold her jaw instead. “Goddamn I missed that,” he breathed, cracking his eyes open to look at her again.
This was so much better than going out to dinner. Tatum wanted to stay there all night, pressed up against the shower wall with Dan's cock pressed into her. Hell, they didn't even have to stay in the shower, so long as he just carried her around everywhere with their bodies joined. Moaning softly into his mouth as her body shook from the lingering tremors of her orgasm, Tatum opened her own eyes to look into his. She had spent so many years gazing into them that she was nearly mesmerized by how comforting and familiar it was now. "Me too," she murmured breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck again and nuzzling him. "So much. I missed you."
If Tatum was lying, she was a better actress now than she’d ever been before she left, and Dan could practically feel himself leaning into the words inside, like every fiber of him was eager to believe. Being so convinced that Tatum didn’t love him anymore -- or maybe never had -- for years had torn him to pieces, but now she was back, putting him together again bit by bit every time she said that. “I missed you too,” he whispered back, rubbing his nose against Tatum’s. He couldn't help but rock his hips a bit, his body still hungry for friction. Dan kissed her, then nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Never leave me again,” he breathed against her mouth, pushing his cock deeper. “Promise. Promise you love me.”
Fresh flutters of pleasure exploded in Tatum's gut when Dan moved again. His cock still felt so good and she rocked her hips into his, her tongue flicking against his lower lip, just to taste. "I promise," she groaned. "I love you, Dani." She would say it over and over, every day for the rest of their lives if he asked her to. It killed her that he had so many doubts, but Tatum understood why he needed the reassurance. All of this was her fault and when she had promised him that she would win him back and make it up to him, she meant it. Tatum pushed her hands through his wet hair, kissing him with as much passion as she could, while her lungs would let her.
Dan felt like he wanted to hear it over and over, so Tatum’s willingness to give him what he needed was a step in the right direction. He didn’t know if or when his doubt would fully go away, when he would completely trust that she meant what she said ... but for now it felt good to hear. It was easier to believe in moments like these, when they were sharing breath and flesh and his chest ached with need for her. Dan’s muscles were starting to protest the workout, so he kissed Tatum for another moment or two, then started to ease her leg down so she could get her feet under her again. “Come on, I want to fuck you in bed,” he murmured, brushing their lips together once more before he pulled back.
Tatum wanted so badly to cling to this moment, afraid that once it was over and the blood was cooling that Dan would withdraw again. But she knew if she kept reassuring him, kept touching and loving him in every sense of the word, that he would eventually believe her and trust her again. As badly as she wanted it to be instantaneous, she knew it would take some time. But this was still progress. When he pulled back, Tatum nearly grabbed him to keep him close, but moving to the bed sounded like an amazing idea, so she didn't pout too much. Since the air was chilly when she stepped out of the shower, Tatum grabbed a towel to wrap around herself before leading Dan to the bedroom. It felt right to be there, to make love again in the bed they had shared for so long before she left. As soon as they were in the bedroom, she dropped the towel and reached for him again, needing more skin on skin contact.
Dan gave himself a perfunctory dry-off before they left the bathroom, his erection bobbing in front of him, undaunted by the cooler air. It was going to be buried in heat again soon enough. Dan pressed up against Tatum as she reached for him, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as he kissed her again. Her body felt so good against his, like they were made for each other, and Dan felt that hardness in his heart soften a little further. He brought one hand around to pinch and tug on Tatum’s nipple while they kissed, his cock flexing where it was caught between them. He nibbled on her bottom lip before he broke the kiss, letting out a soft hum as he skimmed his palms down her curves. “Lie down on your side,” he murmured, starting to back her up toward the bed. Dan wanted to fuck her from behind, but he wanted to stay close enough to touch her all over.
It was crazy how badly she wanted him still. She had already come once but she wanted more of it. More of Dan. Her hands smoothed down his chest to his hips, trailing her fingertips over his skin. His mouth was heavenly and Tatum lingered in the way he kissed her before he told her to lay down. Eager to feel him pressed up against her again, Tatum moved to scoot back on the bed, resting on her side as she watched him. Her heart was thumping in her chest and she couldn't help but slide her hand down between her legs to rub herself. Even when they had been awkward teenagers figuring this whole sex thing out together, Dan had never failed to turn her on. That part certainly hadn't seemed to change at all since she had been gone.
He took a few seconds just to enjoy the view she gave him, sucking his bottom lip briefly into his mouth as his gaze lingered on what Tatum’s hand was doing. One of his own strayed to his flushed cock for a squeeze before he moved to join her on the bed. Dan kissed along the curve of Tatum’s thigh and hip as he got into position, moving in close behind her. His lips brushed the back of her shoulder while he positioned himself to let his cock press against her slick folds, rocking his hips to tease them both for a moment. “God, you feel so good,” he whispered near Tatum’s ear, his hand grazing up her arm to seek out a breast to caress and toy with. Dan kissed and nuzzled the back of her neck.
“You do too,” she moaned, her eyes closing as every delicious sensation began to pump through her again. Her pussy throbbed, eager for his cock again and Tatum slipped her fingers a touch lower to brush against his cock before she shifted her hips to guide him inside of her. God, there was nothing like that feeling. She had fantasized about this for years now, never able to get herself off when she was alone in her bed unless she thought about Dan. Fuck, she had been so stupid to leave. Trembling, Tatum went back to rubbing her clit, soft groans escaping her. Dan’s lips left her skin tingling and Tatum pressed back against him, wanting to feel every inch of his body that she could.
That was exactly what he wanted, and Dan groaned soft and low as he slowly thrust into her again. Trying to fantasize and give himself pleasure had been complicated for a while after Tatum had left him, but god, he couldn’t even count the number of times he’d dreamed about this. His body had craved hers so often in a way that was almost painful. And now she was back in his arms, her fantastic ass pressed against him, her nipples responding to his touch. Dan started to rock his hips, keeping his thrusts long and slow for the moment so he wouldn’t immediately lose control. He nipped and sucked at the top of her shoulder and the side of her neck, drinking in every harsh breath and sound she made.
The languid pace was like sinking into another cloud of pure bliss all over again and Tatum was positive she could just lay there the rest of the night, making lazy love with Dan until they were both physically unable to move. As badly as she wanted to keep touching herself, the urge to touch Dan was far greater and she lifted her hand from between her legs to reach behind her and grip Dan's hair. Tatum moved with him, pressing back with every forward thrust of his hips. This was so much better than her dreams and while she had already promised it, Tatum knew she was never leaving him again. They would have to find her and drag her back before she did so. Even then... well, she would fight. "Dani," she moaned, turning her face up towards his to try and kiss him as much as she could in this position.
Dan propped himself up on one elbow to lean over Tatum’s shoulder enough to cover her mouth with his, a low groan caught in his throat. God, he’d missed hearing his name on her lips, the nickname only Tatum was really allowed to use for him anymore. Nobody had called him Dani for three years now, and he’d forgotten how intimate it felt. Dan kissed her deep and hungry despite the awkward positioning, his thrusts beginning to build in speed and intensity. Tatum had already gotten off once, so he felt free to take his own pleasure how he wanted, but what he wanted most was to feel her come again. Dan let his hand roam over the side of her body for a moment, relishing the lithe way she moved with him, pushing back to take his cock deeper. As he felt that tense knot of pleasure in his gut twisting tighter, he slid his fingers down to replace Tatum’s between her legs to find her clit and take over, moaning again when he felt just how wet she was.
Tatum would have been perfectly content if Dan had just fucked her to his own liking until he came but the fact that he wanted her to experience even more of it spoke volumes to her. She moaned against his mouth, her body shivering at those first touches between her legs. She was already on edge, awash in the kind of bliss she had missed so much over the past few years. No one else could ever make her feel this good and they both knew it. Her hips moved with the rhythm of his hand while still pushing back to meet his thrusts. She had no idea how much longer he could last so she covered his hand with her own, not to overwhelm or take control, but to guide him with a bit more pressure. Tatum hadn't thought she would get another orgasm out of this but she could already feel it building so deliciously inside of her. Needing to breathe, Tatum dragged her mouth from Dan's inhale sharply. Who knew how much longer it took... it could have been seconds, or minutes or forever, but when Tatum came again, she did it with a loud cry, shaking against Dan as she pressed their fingers to her throbbing clit.
He’d always been more grateful than threatened when Tatum showed him what she wanted in the bedroom -- they’d gotten together as virgins, so they’d learned all of this together and Dan hadn’t come into it with any ego. That probably made a difference. Currently his ego felt pretty fucking good, a flash of hot triumph shooting through him as he felt Tatum start to come again. It wasn’t always possible to coax a second one out of her, and he always felt a bit like a porn star when they got there again. “Yes, baby, fuck,” he panted as she cried out and her body clenched so tight around him. Dan slow-thrusted through the strongest peak of it, his balls drawing up tight while Tatum trembled against his chest, her body milking his cock. It was an intensely good sensation that he could only take so much of, and the scales tipped inside of Dan about halfway through Tatum’s orgasm. He let out a few breathy curses, his hips picking up speed again, that pressure too much to hold back now. Dan pounded into her for a few strokes before he let go, turning into just as much of a groaning, shuddering mess.
Tatum was still in the throes of her own orgasm when she felt Dan tense behind her. When was the last time she felt this good? Her hand fell away from his, reaching up to grip his hip. Tatum didn't want Dan to go too far, even after the pleasure subsided. Melting back against him, Tatum closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of his body pressed to hers, the sound of his heavy breathing in her ear. Was it so bad that she wanted this every day? And possibly every night? She wanted Dan to want this too, without all of the baggage. Maybe that would take a while, but it seemed within reach. "Can we just sleep like this?" she murmured, clearly satisfied and content.
Dan couldn’t deny that it was pretty fucking blissful, laying behind Tatum, his cock still buried inside of her to feel those sweet little aftershocks. There was no question in his mind that he wanted it just as badly as Tatum did, he was just so afraid to trust it. Trust her. Her reasons for leaving were even more baffling to him in their current position. Dan wasn’t stupid enough to bring it up, however. Or angry enough, not anymore. All he really wanted was more of this, to know that Tatum truly wanted to be right where she was, with him. She certainly sounded settled and happy at the moment, so Dan tried not to worry about anything else. “Mm ... m’good with it if you are,” he mumbled, his arm heavy around her body. “I’ll be hard again by morning, you can have some more right on tap.” Dan gave a lazy little grin.
"By morning? You'll be hard again by nine o'clock," Tatum teased, pushing her hips back gently. She would definitely want him in the morning. And afternoon. And evening. All day, forever. His arm felt so comfortable around her and Tatum had a feeling she could just fall asleep like this, content and happy and in her bed with her husband. "But I'm so good with staying here all night. If you're not tired," she added with a small smile, "I can get us some snacks and wine... and we can just stay in bed all night." They'd had so many late nights when they moved into the house, young and energetic. They still were, even if they'd both gone through some shit.
He was fairly tired, but Dan thought he could rally to spend some more time with Tatum. He probably ought to try at least, be an active part of trying to heal things between them. Was that what he really wanted? At the moment the answer was a definitive yes, but it was hard to feel negative about anything when they were cuddled up so close and comfortable. Dan had missed this intimacy just as much as the sex. More, probably. “Sounds perfect,” he murmured, nuzzling the back of Tatum’s neck a bit. “Just like ... five more minutes before you get up.” Dan promised himself he wouldn’t fall asleep, he just wanted to bask in the afterglow for a bit longer before they had to physically separate again.
Tatum smiled sleepily and nodded. "Five more minutes," she promised, because it felt so good laying there in their bed with his arm around her. There wasn't any of the tension she felt every other time they were together in the house and maybe he hadn't want to go out to dinner with her, but... he wanted this, at least. And Tatum could work with that. Even if he fell asleep in the next few minutes, she would be happy with that, because she could sleep beside him all night again, no longer shunned to the couch. "I love you, Dani," she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his arm to keep him close.
Evenings would likely come when Dan wanted to take her out to dinner ... if Tatum stuck around. Deep parts of him were still braced for her to pull another disappearing act and break his heart all over again. Behind her, Dan’s eyes opened at the declaration of love. His first instinct was to pull away and call her a liar, and he immediately felt guilty about that. He still didn’t fully know what she’d been through, and a good husband would be supportive and help her adjust to being home. It was just so hard sometimes to see around his own wounds. They both had to heal at the same time, which meant he had to stop blaming her. Dan shut his eyes again and gently tightened his grip around his wife. “I love you too, Tate,” he whispered back. “Just ... keep showing me.”
All Tatum had wanted was a chance to make it up to Dan and it seemed like he was willing to give her one. She would earn back his trust and everything else. Persistence made off and Tatum had always been persistent. What she wanted, she got. Maybe that was selfish or whatever, but Dan had always been hers and she'd always been his. "I will," she promised. "Every day, for the rest of my life." Despite her cavalier attitude most of the time, Tatum knew it wouldn't be easy. They would have rough days, but all married couples did, right? They'd had problems even more she left. But nothing they couldn't overcome and this would be no different. Tatum squeezed his arm and snuggled in closer to Dan, deciding that wine and snacks could wait. This was all she wanted.