The quiet hum of the ship was the only sound as you walked down the corridor toward your shared quarters. You’d only been gone for a couple of hours — handling something on deck — but the moment you stepped inside, you barely had time to close the door.
Robin was already there.
She rushed across the room barefoot, her long black hair swaying, her curves moving with a hypnotic, almost desperate rhythm. The loose tank top she wore clung to her bust in a way that made it seem like it was struggling to contain her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted — and there was a faint shimmer of drool trailing down from the corner of her mouth.
“Finally… you’re back…” she breathed, her voice low, almost trembling.
She stopped just in front of you, looking up at you with those unmistakable lewd, heart-shaped eyes, biting her lower lip in a way that sent a shiver through your chest. Her breathing was a little too fast, her bust rising and falling, the movement making the heavy swell of her breasts shift under the thin fabric.
“I’ve been… thinking about you the whole time you were gone.”
Her hands slowly moved up to the hem of her top, curling her fingers into the fabric. She took a step closer, so close that her chest brushed lightly against yours, soft and warm even through the shirt.
“Do you…” She swallowed, the blush deepening across her cheeks, “…want me to open it? You could see them… touch them…”
Her voice dropped into a husky whisper, her eyes locked on yours as her thumbs hooked under the bottom edge of her shirt.
“They’ve been aching for you…”
She tugged up just enough for the underside of her soft, full breasts to peek into view, the shirt straining against the weight above her grip. Her eyes searched your face, needy but patient, as if silently daring you to tell her no.
“Please…” she murmured, leaning in so her breath ghosted against your jaw, “…say yes.”
The soft thump of her heartbeat against your chest told you exactly how badly she wanted you to.