of what would happen if she were lucky enough to escape.
It had made her so mad to think of all the joy she could have experienced if she had just said “fuck it,” so that’s what she planned to do. There was no holding back from here on out. She was going to die with no regrets and that started right here, right now. It wasn’t a bucket list but instead a “fuck it” list. Anytime she thought of indulging in something she wanted—within reason—she was going to go for it. Fuck diets, right? As long as she was healthy and strong, then things were all good. When did size become the judge of that anyways? There was no damn reason why she should worry about ways to make others comfortable when she was perfectly comfortable with herself. She wasn’t turning over a new leaf but instead thought of her new mindset as burning the whole damn tree down. Who said she couldn’t spend a Sunday smoking weed and watching anime? Who cared if people stared at the jiggle of her thighs when her shorts shimmied their way up? Not her. Not anymore. Fuck all that noise, right? She was going to eat all the donuts, smoke all the weed, and fuck her husband stupid until they couldn’t breathe all while enjoying the fact that she was still able to do so.
“Stop moving if you want it to go down,” he groaned, tightening his hand on her hip to stop the unconscious swirls she’d begun making as she psyched herself up to go for what she really wanted. “You’re tired and need rest.”
“Maybe I don’t want it to go down,” she whispered back, jutting out her chest so he would see the hard points of her nipples puckered against the thin scarves she was still wearing as a top. The tips were plainly visible as she waved them in front of him. “And I’m not that tired actually. Not when I have my dream right here in front of me.”
“Nova.”
Her name came out on a moan as she ground her ass into his lap, her soft cheeks cradling the length of his dick indecently where it had grown to a length she was anxious to get her hands on. She didn’t care if she came across too forward; there was no way she was going to deny herself the one good thing that happened to her stuck in this hellhole. She was alive and felt like celebrating with her new hubby. Judging by the boner he was rockin’, Axis was more than a little onboard with the idea.
“So, ummmm,” she moaned as she turned in his lap to straddle him where they were sitting on the floor. The small floor cushion didn’t offer much padding under her knees, but she didn’t care. The slight discomfort was easy to ignore. She was much more concerned about the pressure between her legs when it came right down to it. He felt even better than he had in her dreams.
“I know we planned on waiting until our mission was over, but I thought…” Nova let her voice trail off as she licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows. For some stupid reason, it was less embarrassing for her to give him a lap dance and suggestive looks versus simply asking her husband to give her the D because she was a weirdo.
“Yes please,” Axis answered quickly, pulling her forward with a heavy hand until her pussy was smashed against him so tightly, she felt every single inch he had to offer her.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Yasssss,” Nova hissed as she rubbed herself against the rigid length he offered for her pleasure. Her shaking fingers tangled in the curls she’d been admiring. With her grip, she tugged him down into a kiss. Her lips devoured him with a passion she’d never before experienced. “Better than my dreams,” she mumbled against his mouth.
Sucking kisses, seeking tongues, and roaming hands brought her to the verge of coming in seconds, and she was still fully clothed—a feat not even her dirtiest, Captain America inspired vibe sesh had achieved so quickly.
Nova lifted up just enough for her fingers to work the fly of his leather pants as he whipped his shirt over his head. She barely suppressed a cheer when they opened easily, despite her unskilled fumbling. She wasn’t about to stop and question her luck, as her hand worked through the opening. He looked so fucking hot she almost couldn’t