In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. She was a vision of beauty, even in her weakened state. Her long, dark hair spilled over the white pillowcase like a raven waterfall. Her small breasts, with their dusky pink nipples, were exposed, and she didn’t bother to cover herself as she looked at the door, waiting.
The door opened quietly, and a man named Ethan slipped inside. He was a doctor, with a kind smile and warm, chocolate-brown eyes. He closed the door behind him and walked over to Isabella’s bed, his gaze lingering on her exposed body.
“I thought I told the nurse to keep the door locked,” Isabella said, her voice soft and sultry.
“I convinced her to let me in,” Ethan replied, his own voice low and husky with desire.
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from Isabella’s face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed. Ethan leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and Isabella responded eagerly.
Their kiss quickly turned passionate, their tongues dueling and exploring. Ethan’s hands roamed over Isabella’s body, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples. Isabella moaned, her body arching into his touch.
Ethan broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Isabella’s neck, nibbling and licking. Isabella gasped and tilted her head back, giving him better access. He continued his descent, licking and nibbling her collarbone before moving down to her breasts.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. Isabella cried out, her back bowing off the bed. Ethan moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
Isabella’s hands were in Ethan’s hair, holding him to her. She was moaning and writhing, her body on fire with desire. Ethan’s hand moved down her stomach and between her legs, where he found her wet and ready for him.
He began to rub her clit, and Isabella’s hips lifted off the bed. She was panting and moaning, her body trembling with pleasure. Ethan slipped a finger inside her, and Isabella cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him.
Ethan added a second finger, and Isabella’s hips began to thrust, meeting his fingers. He began to pump them in and out, his thumb still rubbing her clit. Isabella was moaning loudly, her body trembling on the edge of release.
Ethan removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He entered her slowly, letting her body adjust to his size. Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
Ethan began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Isabella met each thrust, her body slick with sweat. She was moaning and crying out, her fingers digging into Ethan’s back.
Ethan leaned down and took one of Isabella’s nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Isabella’s back arched off the bed, and she screamed as her orgasm hit her.
Ethan continued to thrust, drawing out her orgasm. He could feel his own release building, and he let out a low grunt as he came, filling Isabella with his seed.
They lay there, panting and sweating, for several minutes before Ethan pulled out and got dressed. He leaned down and gave Isabella a soft kiss.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, and slipped out of the room, leaving Isabella to bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
