In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital wing, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed. She was a vision of beauty, even in her weakened state. Her long, wavy auburn hair spilled out across the white pillow, framing her delicate features. Her small breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, were bared for all to see, the hospital gown having been discarded in favor of comfort.
Dr. Samuel, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, couldn’t help but take notice of the beautiful woman lying in the hospital bed. He had been her doctor for the past week, ever since she had been brought in with a severe case of pneumonia. He had grown fond of her, not just as a patient, but as a woman.
One day, as he made his rounds, he found Isabella awake and alert. He approached her bedside, a smile on his face. “Good morning, Isabella. How are you feeling today?” he asked, his voice soft and soothing.
“I’m feeling a little better today, thank you,” she replied, her voice a mere whisper.
Samuel took her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin against his own. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire simmering just below the surface. He knew then that he had to have her.
He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. The kiss was gentle at first, but it quickly grew passionate. Isabella responded eagerly, her tongue dueling with his.
Samuel’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her small breasts and teasing her nipples into hard peaks. Isabella moaned, her back arching off the bed as she reveled in the pleasure.
Samuel broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. Isabella cried out, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him to her.
Samuel’s hand drifted down between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her walls clench around him. Isabella moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.
Samuel added a second finger, stretching her wide. He curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot and making her cry out in pleasure.
Isabella’s breathing grew ragged as she felt her orgasm building. “Yes, yes, don’t stop,” she panted, her fingers tightening in Samuel’s hair.
Samuel continued to work her, his fingers moving in and out of her wet pussy. He could feel her walls fluttering around him as she came, her juices coating his fingers.
Isabella lay back, panting and sated. Samuel smiled down at her, his fingers still buried in her pussy. “I’ll let you rest now,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
He pulled his fingers out of her, bringing them to his mouth and sucking her juices off of them. Isabella watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
Samuel leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you soon,” he whispered, before turning and leaving the room.
Isabella lay back, her body humming with pleasure. She couldn’t wait for the next time Samuel came to visit.
