In the sterile confines of the hospital, the dimly lit room provided a small measure of warmth and intimacy. The woman, with long flowing hair, lay on the bed, her small breasts exposed and vulnerable. She had been in an accident, and the bruises and cuts that marred her body were a testament to the ordeal she had been through.
The doctor, a man of average build, had been attending to her for hours. He had set her broken bones, stitched her wounds, and given her medication for the pain. But now, as he looked at her, he couldn’t help but feel a different kind of desire.
He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She looked back at him, a small smile playing on her lips. He knew then that she felt it too. The pull towards each other, the unspoken attraction that had been building since they first met.
He leaned over her, his hand gently caressing her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring the touch of his skin on hers. He then leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, lingering kiss.
His hands wandered down her body, tracing the curves and lines of her form. He could feel her heart beating faster, her breath hitching as he touched her. He gently cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped, her back arching off the bed as he continued to touch her.
He then moved down her body, his mouth replacing his hand on her breast. She moaned, her fingers threading through his hair as he sucked and nibbled. He could feel her getting wet, her body responding to his touch.
