In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman with long, flowing hair moved silently down the hallway. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 28 years with small, perky breasts and a mischievous glint in her eye. She had a patient to visit, a man named Gabriel, whom she had met during one of her volunteer shifts.
Isabella entered his room, finding him lying in his bed, looking bored. His dark eyes lit up when he saw her, a small smile playing upon his lips. “Isabella, you came,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from the illness that had kept him here for days.
She moved closer to his bed, her hips swaying gently as she walked. Bending down, she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her long hair cascading around them like a curtain. “Of course, I did,” she murmured against his lips, before deepening the kiss, her tongue darting out to taste him.
Gabriel’s hands came up to tangle in her hair, pulling her closer as he returned the kiss with fervor. His other hand reached up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.
Isabella broke the kiss with a gasp, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. She reached down, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest. Leaning down, she pressed a line of kisses along his collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste his skin.
Gabriel’s breath hitched as she moved lower, her lips brushing against his nipples, her tongue flicking out to tease them. His hands came up to tangle in her hair once more, pulling her closer as he moaned in pleasure.
Isabella’s hand moved down, her fingers deftly undoing his pants, freeing his hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, her fingers tightening as she began to stroke him. Gabriel’s breath hitched as she moved her hand up and down, her thumb brushing against the tip of his cock, spreading the precum that had gathered there.
Gabriel’s hands moved down, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Isabella gasped, her hips bucking as she felt his touch. She moved lower, her mouth closing around his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip as she began to suck him.
Gabriel’s hips bucked as he felt her mouth on him, his hands tightening in her hair as he moaned in pleasure. Isabella moved her mouth up and down, her hand still stroking him as she felt him grow harder in her mouth.
Gabriel’s breath hitched as he felt himself nearing the edge, his hips bucking as he moaned, “Isabella, I’m close.”
She pulled back, her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock as she felt him come, his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed, her tongue swirling around his cock as she tasted him.
Gabriel lay back, his breath heavy as he looked at Isabella, a small smile playing upon his lips. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
She smiled back, her fingers lightly tracing over his chest. “Anytime,” she murmured, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman with long, flowing hair had brought a moment of pleasure to a man lying in his bed. And in that moment, they had forgotten about the illness and the hospital, lost in their own world of passion and desire.
