"Mmm… already reacting," she purred, her voice filled with satisfaction.
"Even if your face stays calm, your body is honest. I like that."
She sat up a little, looking down at me with those mismatched eyes full of hunger. Her hands moved to the remaining straps of her combat top.
With a slow motion, she pulled them free.
Slip...
The fabric slipped down her shoulders, revealing the full size and beauty of her breasts.
They were perfect, large, firm, and tipped with soft pink nipples that were already tight from the cool cosmic air and her own excitement.
She took my hand and placed it directly on one of them, pressing my palm against the soft, warm flesh.
"Touch me," she said quietly.
"You've been fighting me for hours. You've cut me, drained me, made me bleed more than anyone ever has. Now feel what you've been fighting against."
I still didn't speak.
My hand remained where she placed it, feeling the softness and the steady rise and fall of her breathing.
