In the sterile, white-walled hospital room, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. Her long, wavy chestnut hair spilled over the pillow, framing her delicate face. She was nude beneath the thin hospital gown, her small breasts pressing against the flimsy fabric. The door creaked open, and a man named Dr. Ethan entered, his eyes immediately drawn to her.
Isabella’s eyes lit up when she saw him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Dr. Ethan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He approached her bedside, his gaze lingering on her exposed skin. “Isabella, how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
“Better now that you’re here,” she replied, her voice filled with longing.
He hesitated for a moment, before taking her hand in his. “I’m here to help you,” he said, his thumb brushing gently against her knuckles.
She leaned closer to him, her eyes shining with desire. “I know,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
He pulled back, looking into her eyes. “Isabella, we can’t,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
But she was already reaching for him, her fingers tracing the outline of his pants. “Why not?” she asked, her voice filled with challenge.
He groaned, his resolve crumbling. “Because it’s wrong,” he said, even as he leaned in to kiss her.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together. He ran his hands over her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts. She moaned, her body arching towards him.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. He licked and nibbled at her earlobe, causing her to gasp. He continued down, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit at them gently, causing her to moan louder.
She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. She reached down, her fingers finding the button of his pants. She undid it, her fingers slipping inside to stroke his hardening cock.
He groaned, his hips thrusting forward. He reached down, his fingers finding her wet pussy. He rubbed her clit gently, causing her to moan even louder.
He pulled back, his lips finding hers again. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock sliding in easily.
They both moaned, their bodies moving together. He thrust in and out, his pace increasing. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit again. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, causing her to moan even louder.
She screamed, her orgasm washing over her. He thrust a few more times, before groaning and cumming inside her.
They lay there, panting and sweaty. He pulled out, his cum dripping down her thighs. She smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
“Thank you, Dr. Ethan,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude.
He smiled, his eyes filled with regret. “You’re welcome, Isabella,” he said, his voice filled with longing.
He left the room, his heart heavy. He knew he had done wrong, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had given her what she wanted, and in return, he had received something he never thought he would.
A sense of connection, a sense of intimacy. Something he had been missing for a long time.
