In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman with long, flowing hair lay naked on the bed. Her small breasts, tipped with hard, pink nipples, were exposed to the air conditioning, goosebumps raising on her pale skin. She was a patient, recovering from a minor surgery, but her body was ready for a different kind of release.
At the door, a man stood, taking in the sight of her. He was a doctor, with short, cropped hair and a kind smile. He had been her physician throughout her stay, but tonight, something was different. He felt a pull towards her, a desire he couldn’t ignore.
He approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hand, placing it on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her touch. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide with curiosity and desire. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, tasting the mint of her toothpaste.
She responded eagerly, her tongue dancing with his. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her closer. She let out a soft moan, arching her back, pressing her breasts against his chest.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe. She shivered, her breath hitching as he cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, causing her to gasp.
He moved lower, licking a path down her stomach. He reached her hips, spreading her legs wide. She was already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. He ran his finger through her folds, feeling her slickness.
He leaned down, his breath hot against her. He licked her, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her hands fisting in the sheets. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit. She was close, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clench around him. He added a second finger, curling them, hitting her G-spot. She cried out, her orgasm washing over her.
He didn’t give her time to recover, climbing on top of her. He positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes. She nodded, giving him permission. He pushed inside her, filling her completely.
He started slow, but soon picked up the pace. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He reached down, rubbing her clit. She came again, her pussy clenching around him.
He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own release barreling down on him. He groaned, emptying himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting.
They stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow. He pulled out, rolling off her. She snuggled up to him, her head on his chest.
They didn’t speak, but they didn’t need to. They both knew what had just happened between them. It was more than just sex, it was a connection. A connection that would last long after they left the hospital.
