Sara had been in the hospital for weeks, her long hair cascading down the sterile white sheets like a waterfall of gold. She was a vision of beauty amidst the bleak landscape of sickness, her small breasts bare and vulnerable.
Dr. Jackson had been her doctor since the beginning, his eyes always lingering on her a little longer than necessary. He was a tall man, with dark hair and a warm smile. Sara had always felt a strange attraction to him, but she never acted on it. Until now.
One night, as Dr. Jackson was making his rounds, he found Sara awake and alert. He approached her bed, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Sara, how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
“I’m okay,” Sara replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just can’t sleep.”
Dr. Jackson pulled up a chair next to her bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own.
“Can I do anything to help?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
Sara looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. She nodded, her long hair brushing against the pillow.
Dr. Jackson leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Sara responded, her tongue exploring his mouth. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her bare chest.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to her small breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing it. Sara moaned, her back arching off the bed.
Dr. Jackson moved down, his lips kissing a path to her bare pussy. He spread her legs, his tongue licking her clit. Sara moaned louder, her hands clutching the sheets.
Dr. Jackson inserted a finger into her pussy, feeling her wetness. He added another finger, fucking her with his hand. Sara moaned louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
Dr. Jackson positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He entered her slowly, her pussy tight and wet. Sara moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Dr. Jackson started to fuck her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Sara moaned louder, her nails digging into his back.
“Fuck me harder,” Sara whispered in his ear.
Dr. Jackson obliged, his hips moving faster and harder. Sara moaned louder, her pussy clenching around his cock.
Dr. Jackson felt his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He groaned, his cock exploding inside her. Sara moaned, her pussy milking his cock.
Dr. Jackson collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding in his chest. Sara wrapped her arms around him, her lips meeting his in a soft, gentle kiss.
They laid there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The hospital walls seemed to fade away, replaced by a blanket of stars and a sense of peace.
For in that moment, they were not doctor and patient. They were two people, lost in their desires, their bodies coming together in a dance as old as time itself. And in that moment, they were free.
