The hospital room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the soft glow of the machines monitoring the unconscious man lying in the bed. A woman sat quietly in a chair next to him, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and back. She was naked, her small breasts bare and exposed, but she didn’t seem to mind. Her eyes were fixed on the man, her face a mixture of sadness and determination.
She had been sitting there for hours, ever since the man had been brought in after a severe car accident. The doctors had done their best, but his injuries were extensive, and they weren’t sure if he would make it through the night. The woman refused to leave his side, clutching his hand and whispering words of encouragement and love.
As the night wore on, the woman’s desire for the man grew. She had always loved him, even before they had started dating. And now, as she sat by his bedside, she couldn’t help but think about the things they had never gotten to do together. She wanted to feel him inside her, to make love to him and show him how much she cared.
She stood up and approached the bed, her body moving with a grace and elegance that belied her nervousness. She climbed onto the bed, careful not to disturb the man or the machines, and positioned herself so that she was facing him. She leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips, her tongue darting out to taste him.
The man didn’t stir, but the woman didn’t let that discourage her. She continued to kiss him, her lips moving down to his neck and ears, where she nibbled and licked at the skin. She could feel her arousal growing, her nipples hardening and her pussy becoming wet.
She reached down and started to touch herself, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it gently. She let out a soft moan as she felt the pleasure building, her body trembling with desire. She wanted the man inside her, but she knew she had to prepare herself first.
She leaned down and started to lick the man’s cock, her tongue swirling around the head and shaft. She could feel it starting to grow in her mouth, and she sucked on it harder, her lips forming a tight seal around the base. She could feel the man’s hips starting to move, his body responding to her touch.
She climbed on top of him, positioning herself so that his cock was at the entrance to her pussy. She paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of him inside her, before she started to ride him. She moved her hips back and forth, her body grinding against his as she took him deeper and deeper.
The man’s hips started to thrust upwards, meeting her movements with his own. The woman could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm, her body tensing and shuddering with pleasure. She let out a soft cry as she came, her pussy clenching around the man’s cock as she milked it for all it was worth.
The man’s body went rigid, and the woman could feel him cumming inside her. She collapsed on top of him, her body spent and exhausted. She lay there for a moment, listening to the sound of their heavy breathing and the beeping of the machines.
The woman knew that the man was still unconscious, and that he probably hadn’t even known what was happening. But she didn’t care. She had made love to him, and she had shown him how much she cared. And that was all that mattered.
The woman climbed off the bed and dressed, her body still humming with pleasure. She kissed the man one last time before she left, whispering words of love and devotion as she walked out the door. She knew that the man might not make it, but she also knew that she had given him something to fight for. And that, in the end, was all that mattered.
