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It had started with Abby coming home from the gym, dropping her duffle bag and towel on the ground with a groan as she carries her tired feet to the bedroom to greet her girlfriend. Dina is greeted by the blonde in her tight-fitting tank and sweatpants with sweat dripping from her hairline and down her brow wincing exaggeratedly and rolling her shoulders back to relieve the tense muscles exclusively in front of Dina, repeatedly complaining about the ache in her back.
"Do you want a massage?" Dina who was currently lying on the bed scrolling through her phone finally cracks with a grumble, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Abby's eyes immediately light up, a smile spreading across her face.

"What makes you ask?" She huffs out playfully, eagerly pulling her sweat-stained shirt and bra off revealing her toned torso and freckled arms before settling onto their shared bed on her stomach. Abby glances at Dina over her shoulder, anticipation clear in her eyes as Dina straddles her waist gently moving the blonde's messy dutch braid over her shoulder.

With her upper body exposed, Dina examines her tense back and shoulders, the muscles flexing slightly as the blonde adjusts herself on the bed. Her hands mindlessly trace over her back, delicate fingers trailing over the ridges and running down her sides absentmindedly connecting the moles and scars scattered over her tanned skin.

"Not doing a whole lot of massaging, are you?" Abby teases, her voice slightly muffled from being pressed up against the pillow. In return Dina huffs, giving her side a quick squeeze before she finally starts working out the kinks in her lower back.

Dina’s thumbs rub firm, tight circles up the sides of her spine making Abby release a soft sigh of relief in response, feeling the tension and aching of her muscles from her earlier workout slowly melt away into the mattress.

"Mmm, that feels good," she murmurs happily into the soft pillow. Dina's gentle hands skillfully navigate across the blondes aching muscles, moving up and locating the tense knots in her broad shoulders, easing them out with the gentle pressure of her fingers.
Now and then, a soft moan escapes Abby's lips whenever Dina hits a particularly sore spot, causing her to arch her back slightly. Dina works her hands up to her biceps and forearms, kneading softly and pushing kinks out. Abby's eyes flutter shut, practically melting into the bed below as she continues her massage; the feeling of Dina's hands on her arms is incredibly soothing, and it causes her to sink even further into the mattress, completely relaxed, her muscles loosening under her touch.

With a gentle pat on Abby's back, Dina hums, "All done, pretty." Abby slowly opens her eyes and lets out a satisfied sigh. As she stretches out her arms, Dina's gaze follows them up, breath hitching at the sight of the now relaxed muscles flexing. "Thanks," Abby mumbles, her brain melted to complete mush, her head turning to meet Dina's soft dark eyes with her now warm blue, flushed face, and a now soft groggy smile. "That was amazing."

"I know," Dina says proudly, giving Abby's waist another squeeze with her thighs. Abby chuckles, rolling her eyes in response.

“Oh, so humble,” she teases, reaching for her discarded top. Dina stops her, splaying her hand over Abby's. “Stay like this?” she offers, tracing over the back of Abby's hand. A wolfish grin spreads across Abby's face as she glances back at her “What? Like what you see?” she teases, rolling her shoulders back. Diana nods, hands running over her shoulder blades, splaying her fingers over her back. Fingers tracing the freckles, Dina leans forward, pressing her body flush against Abby's as she places soft kisses on her shoulders.

Abby's skin tingles when Dina kisses her, and a pleased shiver runs down her spine. She instinctively leans her head to the side, baring her neck. Dina's lips against her skin have small whimpers leaving them, and the heat starts to build in her core.

Dina's other arm trails up, her thumb running over Abby's bottom lip as she sucks a mark into the skin of her neck. Abby whines, her tongue darting out to flick over Dina's thumb. Parting her lips to suck the thumb into her mouth. Dina grins against her neck, “Didn't even need to ask you to open, huh?” she huffs mockingly, pulling out her thumb and placing her index and middle fingers against Abby's lips. Abby parts her lips, taking them into her mouth, tracing her tongue over them, and diligently sucking them into her mouth. Dina pants into Abby's neck, pulling her spit-soaked fingers out of her mouth and trailing them down her back. Abby whines embarrassingly, digging her face into the pillow.

Dina's hand stops at her sweatpants; she sits back on her knees, grasping Abby's hip and tilting them up to slip her spit-soaked fingers past her sweatpants to rub circles over her briefs-covered clit. Abby's body jolts at the contact, her legs spreading wider. Abby muffles her whines and whimpers into the pillow, hips stuttering against Dinas's hand, seeking more of her.

Dina chuckles against Abby, the laughter vibrating through her; her hand slips into her briefs. Abby inhales sharply as Dina's hand makes contact with her sensitive flesh, her hips instinctively bucking back, silently begging for more friction as Dina works slower circles around her swollen clit. Her breathing grows heavy and ragged as she continues, thighs quivering, her body tensing up under Dinas's.

She's getting close, her inner walls fluttering around nothing, her thighs trembling around Dina's hand, her voice breathy and eager as she rocks back on Dina's hand, "Fuck... Just like that... Just a little faster," she pants into the pillow. Dina speeds up, rubbing harsh circles over her sensitive clit.

Abby lets out a muffled shriek into the pillow, her nails digging into the bedsheets as she desperately tries to press her hips down onto Dina's hand. She’s too sensitive, her body trembling and quaking as she comes undone; she convulses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, her juices soaking through her briefs and into Dinas's hand. She collapses into the bed, hips twitching as she pants heavily.

Dinas' dry hand runs up, sliding to grip the back of her hair to pull her head up into a harsh kiss. Abby lets out a surprised grunt, still dazed from her intense orgasm, her eyes half-lidded and glazed over as she welcomes Dina's kiss, lips parting eagerly, tongue tangling with hers. Dina breaks the kiss only to immediately capture her lips again in a series of rough, demanding kisses, her fingers resuming their gentle rub against her clit. Abby lets out a strangled moan against her lips, still sensitive from her first orgasm, gasping for air between kisses.

“Can't handle it?” Dina asked mockingly, pinching her swollen clit. Abby's legs tremble, her vision blurring; she can only manage weak, desperate whines in response to her question. Abby’s hips twitched erratically, torn between escaping the intense simulation and seeking more.

"I think you can," Dina whispers, her breath hot against Abby's ear. Her fingers continue their relentless assault, alternating between circling and pinching over her clit.

Abby's breath comes in short, ragged gasps. Her body trembles caught between pleasure and overstimulation. "D-Dina," she whimpers, her voice breaking. "I can't... it's too much..."

Dina increases the pressure, her fingers moving faster. "You can take it," she urges, nipping at Abby's earlobe. "Come for me again, pretty."

Abby's body jerks involuntarily, overwhelmed by the intensity. Her fingers clutch desperately at the sheets as she tries to ground herself. A keening moan escapes her throat as Dina pushes her closer to the edge once more.

"That's it," Dina encourages. "Let go for me."
With a broken cry, Abby's second orgasm crashes over her. Her back arches sharply, pressing her body flush against Dina's. Waves of pleasure course through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. Abby can barely form coherent thoughts, much less words. Her hips twitch weakly, sensitive flesh still pulsing under Dina's touch. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

Dina slows her movements, gently massaging Abby's trembling body to ease her through the aftershocks. She peppers soft kisses along her broad shoulders and neck, murmuring praise against her flushed skin. As Abby comes down from her intense high, Dina tenderly withdraws her hand from between the other woman's legs. Wiping her fingers on the bedsheet letting the blonde flip her tired body onto her back before wrapping her arms around Abby's trembling form, pulling her close against her soft body.

"You did so good," Dina murmurs the praise, pressing soft kisses along Abby's shoulder.
She can only manage a weak whimper in response, her body still quivering with aftershocks. Abby leans forward, seeking Dina's lips with a whine. Their kiss is slow and languid, and Abby pours all her love and affection into it.

When they part, Abby's eyes are heavy-lidded, a smile spreading across her face. "That was... intense," she breathes out, voice hoarse with a dorky grin plastered on her still flushed face.

Dina chuckles, nuzzling their noses together. “Too much?“ Abby shakes her head slightly, her breath fanning across the other woman's olive skin, her eyes fluttering closed, body melting against her girlfriends in complete satisfaction