Sarah, a small-breasted woman with long, flowing hair, found herself lying in a hospital bed, her heart heavy with worry. The white, sterile room did nothing to quell her nerves. But then, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.
Dr. Mark, a tall and handsome man with piercing blue eyes, had been Sarah’s doctor since her first visit to the hospital. He had a way of making her feel at ease, even in the most stressful of situations.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice warm and comforting. “I heard about your diagnosis. I’m so sorry.”
Sarah felt a lump form in her throat. She had been trying to hold it together, but the tears began to flow.
“It’s okay,” Dr. Mark said, taking a seat next to her bed. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. Sarah’s heart skipped a beat. She had always found Dr. Mark attractive, but she never thought he would look at her in that way.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Dr. Mark leaned in closer, his gaze fixed on Sarah’s lips. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
“Sarah,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to help you in any way I can.”
Sarah’s heart raced as she looked into Dr. Mark’s eyes. She knew what he was suggesting, and she couldn’t deny the desire that was building inside of her.
“Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Mark’s lips crashed into hers, his tongue exploring her mouth. Sarah moaned as she felt his hands roaming her body, his touch setting her skin on fire.
He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re so beautiful, Sarah,” he said, his fingers tracing the outline of her small breasts.
Sarah gasped as she felt his lips on her nipples, his tongue circling the hard peaks. She arched her back, pressing her body closer to his.
Dr. Mark’s hand drifted down between her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready. Sarah moaned as he began to stroke her clit, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “I need you inside of me.”
