A Reacquainted Love Dinah/You

Chapter 26

A/N THIS IS WHY SHE IS WIFEY. JUST LOOK AT HER. SLAY ME DINAH.

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Many weeks have gone by since Dinah's return. Once they got back to Chicago, they moved into Dinah's newly finished home. The design of the house was done exactly to Dinah's specifications. It now has two sunrooms --- one of them is for the Jacuzzi and the other is a reading relaxation room. The bedroom is larger to accommodate both women and the upstairs bathroom contains a large tub and a separate shower next to it.

Dinah has been spending a lot of time in the basement with her new gym equipment in order to regain the body she once had. Her appetite has grown and now almost matches that of Y/n. The one thing she has not returned to do is her smith work. In fact, the shed has not been opened since the day she went in there to pack the swords she was going to deliver.

Y/n enters the living room as she sifts through the mail. "Dinah, I'm home." She hears the booming of the bass coming through the floorboards. Heading downstairs she turns the corner and watches her lover for a bit.

Dinah is working on a particular Tai Chi routine while she listens to Nine-Inch Nails. As she turns, she spots Y/n watching her. Without breaking the practice, she smiles and winks at her lover.

Y/n heads upstairs for a leisurely shower. Under the spray of water she thinks back to all that has transpired in the past few months. Her heart is saddened that from the day Dinah came home; they have not made love. In fact, Y/n recalls that they have done nothing more than cuddle and exchange a few chaste kisses. A tear slides past her cheek at remembering her attempt to talking to Dinah about this, but it wound up with them having a huge argument. Y/n turns her back to the spray of water hoping it will massage her shoulders and help her relax. She walks out of the bathroom as she towels herself off. Dropping the towel on the carpet, she lies on the bed and stares at the ceiling. Her watery eyes won't give her a break from her emotions.

Dinah walks towards the bedroom partially wet from taking advantage of the shower in the gym room. Toweling her hair she stops just within the doorway as she hears Y/n talking to herself.

Y/n runs her hands across the front of her body in a comforting way, and she calls out softly into the still air. "I miss you Dinah. I miss what we had ---we don't touch, we don't even kiss. What went wrong? You came back to me but only in body. Where's your spirit? Please return to me. I want all of you." She claims, and starts to cry.

The towel falls from her hands as Dinah's wide eyes look in disbelief regarding Y/n's words. Oh, no. What have I done? She asks herself.

Not realizing she isn't alone, Y/n wipes away the tears then slides a hand down to her sex. She parts her legs and plays with the downy curls of her mound. "Oh Dinah, I miss you." She whispers.

The tall woman's keen hearing picks up the plea. She quietly enters the room working her way closer to the bed.

Y/n dips a finger between her lips and begins to softly stroke the sensitive nub. Her other hand takes on the task of kneading her breasts.

Dinah watches intensely as Y/n spreads her legs farther apart exposing the creamy essence that is beginning to seep out. Her own libido twitches. A feeling she hasn't felt for some time. She slowly kneels on the bed with her right leg between the blonde's legs.

Surprised, Y/n jerks up into a sitting position frozen. Sea green eyes lock onto deep brown. She sees a passionate flicker in those chocolate eyes that she hasn't seen for quite a while.

"Y/n/n...forgive me. I'm selfish and stupid. I didn't mean to put up walls..."

Dinah's words are cut off when a small index finger touches her mouth. "Shhh. You're going to make me cry." Y/n says.

Dinah opens her lips to lick the finger that is coated in the small woman's essence. Sucking on it gingerly they continue to look into each other's souls. The tall woman ceases her ministrations on the finger, and taking her lover's hand, she brings it back down to the amber curls. "Don't stop."

Y/n leans back onto her forearm as she resumes stroking her clit once again.

Dinah leans forward to capture soft lips, and tongues embrace in an erotic dance. She then moves down the creamy flesh of a succulent neck. Flicking her tongue at the dip in the center above Y/n's clavicle causes the young woman to shiver.

Y/n's mind is reeling at the sensations of Dinah's mouth and her own fingers moving faster stroking her harder. "Oh Dinah...I can't...hold...out."

"Come for me y/n/n," she says softly before taking a firm puckered pink nipple into her mouth.

Y/n's eyes roll back along with her head, and she screams out her orgasm. "Oh gods...D-i-n-a-h."

The tall woman embraces her tightly, as they cry softly in each other's arms. "Y/n, I'm sorry. Sorry for my foolishness. I've missed you too baby. I've missed this too."

After tears are wiped away, Y/n begins to pull at Dinah's T-shirt. "Please, I need to feel you."

The shirt sails through the air along with the cotton shorts landing somewhere on the dresser. A passion infused kiss results in Dinah's hands to starting to roam, recalling every sensuous curve on her lover's body.

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