Chapter 29 #3
Sylvia bit down on her lip, her cheeks going a rare red.
“I—” She stopped herself, scared again, and shook her head. Aster could tell that Sylvia was trying to tell her something with her eyes when she said, “You asked me how I’d like to fuck you.”
Aster nodded slowly.
“I want to — to ride you,” Sylvia mumbled. “This time. If that’s something you’d like.”
This time, implying future times, made Aster so happy that her brain completely glided over the first part of the sentence.
She wanted Sylvia over and over again until the world ended.
But then she eventually did hear that first part — I want to ride you — and it felt like she’d just slammed the brakes on her car in front of a family of five. Her entire world spun on its axis.
Not just because Sylvia wanted her. But also because Sylvia, more specifically, wanted Aster inside of her. The same Sylvia who had told her she’d only ever given, never received, not with anyone except Aster. This was a conversation, an implicit one — Sylvia trusted her.
“Okay,” Aster stuttered. When that didn’t sound enthusiastic enough for Sylvia, Aster nodded her head and blew out a breath. “Yes. Yes. I’d like to.”
“Okay.”
Like it was a business transaction, and not literally changing Aster’s entire perspective on life, Sylvia nodded curtly. She put on her dumb aviators again and then led Aster into a standing position, grabbing the harness and pressing it lightly, innocently against Aster’s center.
“Have you ever worn one of these before?”
“No,” Aster stuttered.
“You’re a quick study. You’ll do just fine.” Sylvia patted at the side of her pajama pants. “Take these off. I’ll show you how to get into it.”
Aster knew she wasn’t being Suggested, but the way her body responded, she might as well have been actively enthralled.
She shrugged off the pants and tossed them aside, then struggled to keep her composure as Sylvia helped her slide into the harness, tightening the straps around her barely-there black underwear.
Once it was secure, Sylvia breathed a shaky breath out, grabbed the strap from the couch, and began to studiously screw it over Aster’s crotch, like it was a car part and Aster was some kind of damaged convertible.
The whole thing was both entirely mechanical while also deeply fucking hot, setting every single nerve ending on Aster’s body on fire.
She could feel how wet she was without even moving — her entire body thrummed.
Sylvia let her hands glide up Aster’s body, the hair on Aster’s arms standing rod-straight as the other woman slowly met her eyes again.
Or as much as she could, through those dumb sunglasses.
“Once we start,” Sylvia breathed. “I’m going to stop talking.”
“Okay. But remember —”
“I remember the safeword, Aster,” Sylvia rolled her eyes. “I won’t need it.”
She pushed Aster down onto the sofa, and Aster fell like a ragdoll, her arms feeling useless by the sides of her. Tugging a lip in, Sylvia shook her head.
“God, you look good like that.”
Before Aster could respond, Sylvia hastily pulled her shirt off her head, and kicked her pants away, so she was just in her purple bra and matching underwear.
“Change of plans. I’m going to allow myself three words,” Sylvia said, because of course, as she walked toward Aster methodically. “Ones that I’m sure won’t trigger anything.”
She settled onto Aster’s lap, so the strap was pushed up between them. Aster moaned at the mere image of it. Her brain had gone completely mush, the only thing that mattered to her suddenly being the idea of Sylvia on top of her, of her inside Sylvia—
“Can I bite you?” Aster moaned.
Sylvia laughed. “I wasn’t done talking.”
“Are you ever?” Aster teased back, shoving her tongue into the side of her mouth.
“Shut up. And yes you can bite me. But only once you’re inside.”
Sylvia took the base of the strap in her hand, and pressed roughly downwards on it, so the pressure grated abruptly against Aster’s center.
When Aster whimpered, her hips canting up, Sylvia felt spurred on, and continued to move it up and down languidly, driving Aster insane as she pressed her nose to Aster’s cheek, and began to speak into her ear.
“My first word is more,” she whispered. “Second word is coming — when, well, you know. The third word I get is your name. Because I want to say it after the second one.”
Aster’s eyes nearly peeled back inside her head. Sylvia’s hand hadn’t stopped moving the entire time, stroking up and down and pushing the base of the strap against her.
“Sylvia,” Aster breathed. “I’m going to second word against this harness if you keep doing that.”
Sylvia grinned like a shark, and oh god how Aster had missed it.
“Put the blindfold on me.”
Aster was briefly disappointed that Sylvia still felt like she had to wear it even though they’d agreed to these restrictive terms, but she wanted Sylvia to feel safe more than she needed anything else.
So she complied with a nod, tenderly tying the black ribbon around her eyes, and pressing a kiss to Sylvia’s cheek once it was secured. Sylvia breathed in shakily.
“Ok,” Sylvia said. Then, she ran a thumb over her own lip. “More.”
Aster understood what she meant immediately.
She threaded her fingers through Sylvia’s hair, and pushed her gently forward, connecting them in a kiss once again.
And Aster wasn’t sure what it was — the elaborate rules, the blindfold, the headiness of everything — but she could feel Sylvia finally relax against her, her hands softly palming the fabric of Aster’s shirt, her lips soft and gentle, like she wanted to take her time.
It was everything Aster didn’t expect this sex to be.
She expected it to be we both need to fuck eachother because vampire biological instinct and sure maybe I’ll try and communicate some semblance of my own feelings along the way, but instead it was tender, and slow, and Sylvia was cupping her jaw and whimpering against her lips and it really did feel like a conversation.
It felt even more so like a confession when Sylvia broke their kiss slowly, and began to press her lips softly to the side of her face, her cheeks, her forehead, turning Aster’s head with a certain but tender grasp around her chin.
And when she was done with that, she pulled back and just smiled at her, sweetly, and even with her eyes covered, even though she couldn’t see Aster and Aster couldn’t see her, it still felt like she was pouring her heart out into a single look.
Aster almost couldn’t handle it. She almost had to end it all right then and there.
Because if Sylvia didn’t love her the way Aster loved her, it was almost unbearable.
Because Aster loved her so aggressively, viciously, violently.
She wanted to protect this woman from everything that could possibly endanger her.
And with Sylvia that tragically included herself.
But then, because Sylvia was nothing if not the personification of ripping a bandaid off, she took her hand and placed it on Aster’s faux-cock again, and pressed down.
Repeated the same motions as before, only more aggressively.
Aster was about to remind her that she could in fact feel it when she did that, when Sylvia sidled closer, and pressed herself against it.
And promptly moaned.
“More,” Sylvia said, and this time it was less clear what she meant.
Aster got the message when Sylvia pulled Aster’s hips up toward her.
Whimpering, Aster abided—canting her hips repeatedly into Sylvia, so the strap rubbed against Sylvia’s center, and pressed into Aster at the same time. It was stimulating them both.
“Oh god,” Aster mumbled into Sylvia’s shoulder. “I’m going to come.”
Sylvia pushed apart from her abruptly, the strap wobbling between them. Aster rutted into the air with a whine, but Sylvia pressed her back down into the couch.
“No you aren’t,” Sylvia said, matter-of-fact. “Not yet.”
“Didn’t you only get three words?”
“That was a ridiculous enough statement that I had to violate my own rules.”
“That’s definitely more than three words.”
“I’m adding one more word. Bed.”
She stumbled upward, and Aster led her by the hand toward Sylvia’s bedroom. Sylvia nearly stumbled over the vacuum cleaner which was still, still plugged into the wall, before they ultimately crossed the threshold into the bedroom.
Sylvia, somehow identifying it even with the blindfold on, slammed the door shut, pushed Aster onto the bed, and then kicked off her underwear. Aster steadied Sylvia as she fell on top of her, trying to control her arousal so she didn’t come like a teenager.
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to,” Sylvia breathed into her ear as she grabbed the cock and began to position it by her entrance.
“So many more words than three, Sylvia.”
“Fuck the three words. The blindfold is enough.”
They kissed again as Sylvia lowered herself onto the strap. The other vampire moaned audibly into Aster’s neck as it sank in, and it took every modicum of willpower inside of Aster not to immediately push her hips up into Sylvia, allowing her the time to get comfortable with it inside.
“More,” Sylvia quickly said, because Sylvia never gave herself time to get comfortable doing anything. She pushed against the strap, and Aster felt it in her core. “More, fuck. Aster.”
Aster quickly complied, thrusting upward with Sylvia on top of her. She felt herself once again heading towards that climax, the image of Sylvia in her purple bra, her sporadic brown waves, her mouth whimpering, her eyes hidden behind that strip of black—all too much.
“God, Sylvia, you feel so good,” Aster whined.
“You feel even better, baby,” Sylvia moaned, and stuck her teeth in.
Aster decided then, like a priest receiving a heavenly vision, that if it felt good being inside Sylvia, there was nothing better on planet Earth than being inside Sylvia with Sylvia’s fangs in her throat. Sylvia’s tongue on her nape, licking slowly at the swollen cut.
“One more word,” Sylvia said, moaning as Aster thrust into her, and she sucked at Aster’s neck like she was starved. She said it as if she was in any way abiding by her own rules anymore. “No—two. Three. Three. Three words, Aster. Three words. Three words. Three words.”
Three words.
Sylvia had begun to chant it over and over again like it was a prayer.
And it clicked for Aster the same time she came.
Her hips stuttered against Sylvia, the strap twitching against Sylvia’s walls as Aster’s orgasm shuddered over her. She wanted to so desperately echo what Sylvia was trying to tell her — to say I love you, too, I love you, too, I love you, too — but she knew it might terrify her.
So instead she said, “three words,” in a soft, broken mumble against the shell of Sylvia’s ear, and Sylvia came with a cry.