Clairvoyant (Spells and Sins)

6. Chapter 6

She sucks half my cock down her throat while stroking the other half with her hand. My head swims from how good she feels, how warm her mouth is, and how she seems to remember everything I enjoy.

Quinn pays attention to the underside and the sensitive glands right under the head. Her tongue massages the same spot over and over again.

“Fuck, Quinn. You feel so good. Your mouth. You remember everything. I always loved how you sucked my cock. Don’t ever stop. I’m going to fill your fucking throat, so when I fill your cunt, your body will be stuffed full of me. Keep going. That’s a good girl. You’re doing such a good job. I wish you could see what I see. Your mouth is wide and stretched. Am I too much to take?”

She moans around me, a string of spit dropping to the floor.

I flex my hips, needing more of her throat. She gags and fuck; it sounds so fucking good.

So I flex my hips again, loving to hear her choke on me. I roll my neck over my shoulders, a power surging through my veins when she gags.

“You look beautiful on your knees, but I can’t wait until I have you on your back.”

She dips her hand between her legs, whimpering when she touches her clit.

“Does sucking me get you off, Quinn? Fuck, that’s going to make me come,” I growl as I tilt my head back, hissing when all I can hear is her sucking and slurping on my cock.

Quinn sucks harder, moves up and down faster, tightens her fist at my base, and I can’t take anymore.

“Quinn! Fuck, Quinn. Fuck!” I shout.

I glance down, watching as she tries to swallow every drop of my come. Unable to wait a second longer, I move so fast she has no time to prepare herself. I cup the back of her head and swoop us down to the floor, crashing my mouth to hers.

I taste the salt of myself, but it still isn’t enough to cover the sweetness of Quinn. I dive my tongue deep, wishing I could taste the magic that creates the woman I’ve loved in every world this universe gives me.

I reach to my side, searching for my clothes. Bunching my shirt and jeans, I slide them under her head so she can be more comfortable without breaking our kiss.

“I love you, Stardust,” I whisper into her mouth, hoping her soul can hear my vow.

“I love you too, My Cosmic Rose,” she lightly moans into my mouth when I spread her legs and press against her entrance.

I smile against her kiss, remembering the time when she called me that for the first time. We were lying out in a field of wildflowers, surrounded by complete darkness, and it was the perfect time to see all the stars. She told me the story of Andromeda and Perseus’s love about how Perseus saved Andromeda from the wrath of Poseidon.

Quinn explained in Andromeda’s constellation there is a spot where two galaxies get too close and they morph from the gravity, creating what looks like a ‘cosmic rose.’

Her words all those years ago were something along the lines of, “That story reminds me of you- of us. You always come in and save me through the neverending lives and deaths. Over the years, we have changed as people, and yet, we are pulled together by gravity.”

“You remembered,” I whisper, pressing into her.

I cast my eyes downward, my mouth dropping when I feel her warmth and watch her express the same thing as she experiences me.

“I could never forget.”

I run my fingers through her hair, fisting it at the root as I inch deeper. “Eyes on me, Quinn. Let me witness how much my cocks pains and pleasures you.”

She whimpers faster, the deeper I am.

“You are doing so good, Stardust. I know. I’m a lot to take in, but you can do it.” I kiss her forehead.

I push deep, claiming our virginities together. In every life, she never wants touch because of her gift, and I never want touch because every woman I met wasn’t Quinn. I felt it deep in my bones. I belonged to someone—I only needed to find them.

She cries out in pain and I stop, burying my face in her neck to catch my breath.

“You feel so good, Quinn.” My entire body shakes and shivers with the need to move.

I wait until her breathing slows, her gasps coming out calmer and slower with every second that passes by. Every first time with Quinn never gets old. Her arms wrap around me, her nails scratching lightly down my back until her palms settle over my ass.

Still, I wait for her words. I wait until she’s ready. I need to hear them, so I know we are both on the same page. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever hurt or take her choice away to stop, to need a second to think, or the ability to change her mind. This isn’t just physical for us. This is another web weaved in our journies to find one another.

“Beckett, please,” she finally says, kissing the side of my neck.

“Please, what?” I nibble on her shoulder, my tongue having a mind of its own as I trace the edge of her collarbone.

So delicate.

So simple yet beautiful. I want to memorize every part of her with my lips. I want to taste every inch of her with my tongue, so when I’m searching for her in another life, my memories will try to remind me what my twin flame tastes like.

“Move. Please, move. I need you.” Her fingers curl into the meaty flesh of my ass, driving me forward.

A broken groan escapes me when I slip into her more. She’s tight, warm, and wet. We’ve waited so long to have our dreams come true. I want more than anything for this life to be the one we get to live them in.

I move, sliding out until only the head is in, then punch forward. Quinn shouts to the stars. Taking her hands in mine, I pin hers above her head and lift her leg around my hip. I manage to get deeper, remembering how much she loved this position the last time we walked this earth together.

Leaning back, I glance down. I have to see where we are connected. My cock slides in and out.

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

“Fuck,” I curse, bringing myself closer to my third orgasm of the night.

That can’t happen. Not until Quinn peaks a few more times.

“I wish you could see what I see. Look at you. You’re stretched so wide. You’re so full of me. I’m fucking shining with your slick, Quinn. You’re so fucking wet. Do you hear it?” I silence myself, ramming into her harder.

She arches her back, twisting and tweaking her own nipples. “I can’t help what you do to me. Who knows how long it has been? Please, oh God, you feel so good, Beckett. More. Faster.”

I give her what she wants because there won’t ever be a day where I won’t. My knees ache on the hardwood floors and I should have taken us to the couch downstairs, but I couldn’t wait another second to have her. She’s too much of a need for my body.

Wrapping her arms around me, she flips us until I’m on my back. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, giving me a full view of her body. I bite my bottom lip, grip her hips, and watch as her body rocks against me.

“That’s it, Quinn. Use me. I know how much you love this position. You’re going to use my cock until you come, aren’t you?”

She nods, lifting her hands from my chest to run her fingers through her hair. Her tits bounce slightly with every motion. Her pink nipples are tightened and begging for attention. My palms roam to appreciate her curves. I toss my head back when I finally cup her breasts, the soft flesh giving under my touch.

“Beckett,” she moans. “Beckett. I’m close. I’m so close.”

Not wanting to miss her pleasure, I cast my eyes to her. First, I glance down, watching her take my cock, then I move my attention to her face. Her lips are parted, her eyes are closed, and small barely there whimpers fall from her tongue.

“That’s it. That’s it, Quinn. I feel you getting wetter. Come on. Come all over my cock. Claim it. Claim me, Stardust. Show me how good my cock makes you feel.”

“Beckket!” she screams my name, slapping her hands on my chest as her orgasm washes over her. Her nails dig into my flesh, threatening to break the skin.

I hope she does.

Make me bleed and leave marks to show everyone I am claimed by a woman more powerful than anyone else in the world.

My eyes roll when I hear how much she has drenched me in her come. I growl, doing my best to maintain some amount of self-control, but I fail.

Wrapping my hands around her throat, I slam her against the ground. Her legs naturally wrap around my waist, and I stand. Crashing us against the wall, I steal her lips with a messy kiss, driving into her as hard as I can.

She claws at me, raking her nails down my back so hard I know the marks will last for days. Her teeth sink into my shoulder as another orgasm suddenly tenses her body. My shoulder muffles Quinn’s cries. Her canines sink deeper and the pain only fuels me to fuck her faster.

“That’s it, Quinn. Take my fucking cock. You always take it so well. Such a good fucking girl.” I bite her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth.

We fight for the kiss. Teeth clank, sharp bites are given, and I taste the smallest amount of blood in my mouth. I growl, pull out of her sweet cunt, and pull her to the bottom of the bed. I don’t have us to lie on it, but the frame is sturdy.

“Bend over and grip the frame.”

Quinn does what I say, bending so gracefully, I can see the elegant curve of her back. I trail my fingers down her spine, loving how smooth and soft her skin is.

“You better hold on.” I settle behind her, parting her legs with my knee.

Wrapping her hair around my wrist, I clutch her right hip, and use her body to ease onto my cock.

“Goddamn it!” I roar, tossing my head back when I’m fully seated. “Nothing could ever feel as good as being inside you. I could fucking die right here and die happy.”

We moan together with every stroke. I bend down, licking the sweet sheen of sweat from her spine. I yank her head back by the hold I have on her hair, and she gasps.

“Are there any ghosts watching us right now?”

“No,” she shouts, shaking her head. “They heard your warning before.”

“Good. I’d hate to keep them trapped here for witnessing how you look when you come.” I spank her, leaving a red handprint on her ass.

She pushes against me, silently asking for more.

I bring my hand down on her again until her ass is bright red. The outline of my fingers leaving welts behind.

Yanking her up, her back presses against my chest.

“You’re going to make me come again. I don’t know if I can wait any longer. Your cunt feels too good. You’re going to take every drop. This is the life we will finally claim for ourselves. We will finally have our family. We will live and die together in this lifetime.” I moan. The thought of having everything we have ever wanted has my orgasm build.

“Yes. Yes! I want it all. Give it to me. Fill me. I want you. I want so much with you.” She stretches her arm around the back of my neck, our lips meeting in a soft kiss as she turns her head.

We both gasp and moan as we inch closer to falling over the edge. We hold onto each other tight and in one final stroke, I shout her name for all the spirits to hear.

“Quinn!”

Her pussy tightens around me in return. “Beckett, yes. More. More.” Her muscles spasm around me, pulling my come deeper into her.

All I want is for it to find its way to her womb.

Quinn loses her grip on the frame and my legs give out from under me from the intensity of my orgasm.

I flip us onto our sides, and I slip my arm under her head so she isn’t lying on the hard ground.

“I’m not ready to pull free just yet.”

She takes my hand and brings it around her waist, so I’m holding her. “Don’t. Let’s just stay here. Forever.”

“Where no one can bother us?” I kiss the back of her head.

She nods, yawning. “Where we can finally have peace and no one will try to tear us apart. They always win.”

“No, Stardust. You’re wrong. We win because, in every life, we find one another. We keep them on their feet with hate while we stand on ours with love.”

Hate might be louder, but love builds over a period of time. Love becomes so big, that its own shadow swallows hate’s, and in the end, love always wins.