Page 66 of Spreading Her Wings

Katie looked at me with wide eyes and froze. “I can’t do that,” she finally said, giggling.

“Sure you can. It’s easy. You just… sit on my face.” I winked, and she laughed but crossed her arms over herself.

“What if I suffocate you?” she whispered, as if someone else was around to hear it.

Tugging her hand and forcing her forward, I wrapped my hand in her hair and leaned towards her ear. “Then I die anextremelyhappy man.”

Katie whimpered but nodded, using her grip on my shoulders to hold herself upright. Her thighs rested on either side of my face, her feet folded behind her and resting over my shoulders, and she held onto the headboard tight enough to turn her knuckles white.

When she hesitated to rest her weight against me, I dug my fingers into the top of her thighs and tugged. She released a high-pitched gasp, a mix of shock and pleasure, and when she settled against my face, Katie stiffened. I tightened my hold on her legs, swirling around her clit with my tongue once before latching onto it with my lips and sucking gently.

Her cries filled the room, and her arousal ran down the sides of my lips and my cheeks. As she climbed towards that delicious point where she’d lose her grip and fall apart, she rocked her hips against my face. That smooth, easy rocking turned more ragged when I ran my bottom teeth over her swollen clit.

“Auston!”

I grinned against her at the sound of my name on her breathless lips. It was a sound I would never get used to hearing.

She reached down and grabbed my hair, using her other hand to hold her upright against the headboard. She jerked to a stop and choked on a breath. “Fuck! I love you!”

I slowly licked her arousal from her until the muscles in her thighs unclenched and her knees stopped trembling. Katie’s chest rose and fell quickly, and she gasped for breath. Sweat gleamed on her skin, and she collapsed forward against me, burying her face in my chest and inhaling. The sweet scent of herrelease filled my senses, and I ran my fingers slowly up along her ass.

She rolled onto the mattress next to me, keeping as much contact between our bodies as she could when she flipped so her head was against my shoulder. Her fingers were light across my chest, and when she hummed, the sound vibrated from her fingertips.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” I said, listening to her breathing even out between soft giggles. “Your last name…”

When she stiffened, I ran circles on her back with my fingers. “Auston, I told you… I don’t know if I’m ready to take your last name.”

“What if you don’t take my last name, then?”

The sheets that barely covered Katie slid from her body completely when she sat upright. “You don’t want me to take your name at all anymore?” Subtle tears welled against her bottom eyelids, decorating her face with rejection.

“That’s not what I mean.” Sitting up, I gathered her face in my hands. “Do you trust me?”

She nodded, instant relaxation coming over her. “I’ll always trust you.”

A shaky, deep breath filled my lungs. “I never wanted to carry on my dad’s supposed legacy. There’s a real chance his name could die with him and my mom, the miserable fucks.” Spite layered itself in the tenor of my voice.

Katie tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. She knew my parents were terrible people, especially my dad. “What are you suggesting?” I could tell by the way she had to force herself not to pull back that she was nervous.

“I did some research, and it turns out you don’t have to takemylast name.” I paused while she scrunched her nose, putting the pieces together in her head. When she raised an eyebrow andpursed her lips, I chuckled under my breath. “Kitten, I could take yours.”

Her giggle was sweet and bounced around the room. My core warmed, and my cock twitched at the sound. “You want to takemyname?” She laughed again, holding her sides as she did.

“Yes.”

The sound came to a halt, and she turned to face me, crossing her bare legs in front of her. It took all of my self-control to keep my eyes from following the small patch of hair to her visible pussy. “Wait, you’re serious? You can do that? Youwoulddo that?”

Taking both of her hands in mine, I forced her to meet my stare. “I’m absolutely serious. It’s an option.”

“It’s not traditional. Nobody takes their wife’s name!” Small giggles still littered her words.

I squeezed her hands, and she swallowed the nervous giggle stuck in her throat. “Nothing about us has been traditional, babe. It might be considered unusual, but I don’t care. Why would we stop doing things that scare us now?”

She chewed at her lips, darting her eyes around the room. She narrowed them and then opened them wide, as if she were having a full argument within herself. Eventually, she sighed. “You’re right. You’re my husband now. Let’s do something that scares us for the rest of our lives.”

“Then it’s settled, Mrs. O’Neill.”

With a lucid giggle, she dropped her body against mine and sighed. “Yes, it is. I love you, Mr. O’Neill.”

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