In the sterile halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a vision of beauty, even in her sickness, with small but perky breasts and soft, pale skin. The hospital gown did little to hide her body, and she had insisted on removing it altogether, feeling more comfortable in her own skin.
Across the room, a man named Ethan stood, watching her with a mix of concern and desire. He was a doctor, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards his patient. He had been her doctor for weeks, and they had developed a close bond. But he knew he couldn’t cross that line, no matter how much he wanted to.
One day, as he was checking on Isabella, he noticed her eyes wandering down to his crotch. He looked down and saw the bulge in his pants. She blushed, looking away, but he could see the desire in her eyes.
Without a word, Ethan pulled up a chair next to Isabella’s bed and took her hand in his. They sat in silence for a moment, their eyes locked. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue exploring his mouth.
Ethan’s hand wandered down to Isabella’s breast, cupping it gently. She moaned, arching her back, offering herself to him. He pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He could feel her wetness through the hospital gown.
With a swift motion, Ethan pulled the gown aside, revealing Isabella’s naked body. He took a moment to take her in, his eyes roaming over her curves. She was perfect.
He leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Isabella moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. He could feel her body trembling beneath him.
Ethan’s hand wandered down to Isabella’s wetness, his fingers exploring her folds. She was soaked, her body ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls contract around him.
Isabella cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her. She was so tight, so hot.
Without warning, Ethan pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Isabella gasped as he entered her, her body stretching to accommodate him. He moved slowly, gently, not wanting to hurt her.
But Isabella wanted more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He groaned, his hips moving faster.
Ethan leaned down and took Isabella’s nipple in his mouth again, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her body shaking with pleasure.
Suddenly, Ethan felt Isabella’s walls contract around him, her body shaking with her orgasm. He couldn’t hold back any longer, his own orgasm ripping through him. He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding in his chest.
They lay there, panting and sweaty, for what felt like an eternity. Ethan pulled out of Isabella and pulled the gown back over her body. He kissed her forehead and stood up, straightening his clothes.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, but Isabella silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“Don’t be,” she whispered back, a small smile playing on her lips.
From that day on, Ethan and Isabella’s relationship changed. They became more than just doctor and patient, they became lovers. And even in the sterile halls of the hospital, they found a way to express their love for each other.
