In the sterile halls of St. Peter’s Hospital, a woman named Isolde worked tirelessly, her long, wavy chestnut hair often tied up in a neat bun, but now cascading down her shoulders in loose waves as she tended to her patients. A nurse for over a decade, Isolde was known for her devotion to her work, often taking on extra shifts and going above and beyond for those under her care.
One day, a young man named Felix was admitted to her ward, a victim of a motorcycle accident. His leg was broken in three places, and he would be confined to a bed for the foreseeable future. Felix, a ruggedly handsome man with a charming smile, was immediately drawn to Isolde’s warm and nurturing nature.
Isolde, however, was not one to mix business with pleasure. She had seen many young men like Felix come and go, their lives forever changed by injury or illness. She had learned to keep her emotions in check, focusing solely on their recovery.
But Felix was different. There was something about him that stirred something deep within her, a longing that she had suppressed for so long. And as the days turned into weeks, she found herself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull any longer.
One evening, after a long shift, Isolde found herself sitting by Felix’s bedside. His eyes were closed, and she thought he was asleep, but as she reached out to adjust his blankets, he stirred.
“Isolde,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.
She looked at him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, Felix?”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he said, his eyes searching hers.
Isolde felt a blush creep up her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Felix reached out, taking her hand in his. “Stay with me,” he said, his voice husky with longing.
Isolde hesitated, but only for a moment. She nodded, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss against his lips.
Felix’s lips parted, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with an urgency that took her breath away. Isolde responded, her body on fire with desire.
She pulled away, her chest heaving with exertion. “We can’t,” she said, even as she reached down to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Felix groaned, his hands reaching up to cup her small, firm breasts. “Why not?” he asked, his thumbs brushing against her nipples.
Isolde shivered, her body trembling with need. “Because,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you too much.”
Felix smiled, his eyes shining with desire. “Then let me have you,” he said, his voice husky with longing.
Isolde hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
Felix wasted no time, his hands exploring her body with a familiarity that belied their brief acquaintance. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure.
Isolde responded in kind, her hands reaching down to undo his pants. She freed his cock, her fingers wrapping around the hard length. Felix groaned, his hips bucking upwards as she began to stroke him.
Felix’s fingers found her clit, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Isolde gasped, her hips grinding against his hand.
Felix’s lips found hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth as his fingers continued to work their magic.
Isolde broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Felix,” she moaned, her body trembling with need.
Felix smiled, his eyes shining with desire. “Yes, Isolde?”
“I want you inside me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Felix didn’t need to be asked twice. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need.
Isolde reached down, guiding him inside her. Felix groaned as he entered her, his hips bucking upwards as he filled her completely.
Isolde gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. Felix began to thrust, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm.
Isolde moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked her. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with need.
Felix could feel it too, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hips moving faster and faster.
Isolde cried out, her body shaking as she came, her pussy clenching around Felix’s cock.
Felix groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Isolde,” Felix whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Yes, Felix?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” he said, his voice hesitant.
Isolde smiled, her heart swelling with emotion. “I think I’m falling in love with you too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time with each other. And as the night wore on, they whispered sweet nothings to each other, their bodies entwined in a lovers’ embrace.
