In the sterile confines of the hospital room, a petite woman lay in the bed, her small breasts bare and her long hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a vision of vulnerability, her body weakened by illness. The door creaked open, and a tall, handsome doctor entered, his eyes immediately drawn to the woman on the bed.
Dr. Jackson had been her physician for weeks, and he had grown to admire her strength and determination. He approached the bed, his heart racing as he took in the sight of her naked body. He had never allowed himself to feel this way about a patient before, but there was something about her that drew him in.
“How are you feeling today?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“Better, now that you’re here,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.
He returned her smile, before leaning down to adjust the IV drip. As he did so, their eyes met, and he felt a spark of electricity between them. He stood up quickly, but not before she had noticed the bulge in his pants.
“I see you’re happy to see me,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
He blushed, stammering out a response before excusing himself to gather his thoughts. When he returned, he found her sitting up in bed, her long hair cascading down her back.
“I want you,” she said, her eyes locked on his.
He hesitated for a moment, before giving in to his desires. He approached the bed, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. She leaned into his touch, her breath hitching as his fingers brushed against her nipples.
He leaned down, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips. She responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobes and making her moan with pleasure. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. She arched her back, pressing herself into his touch.
He moved lower, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit, eliciting gasps and moans from her. His fingers found her clit, rubbing and pinching until she was writhing with pleasure.
He moved lower still, spreading her legs wide. He licked her pussy, tasting her juices and making her moan with pleasure. He flicked his tongue over her clit, before plunging his fingers into her wet hole.
She cried out with pleasure, her hips bucking against his hand. He fucked her with his fingers, his tongue still working her clit. She was close, so close to cumming.
He pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight pussy around him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.
He began to thrust, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time. She moaned with pleasure, her nails digging into his back. He fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her ass.
She cried out with pleasure, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They lay together, their bodies slick with sweat. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of her pussy. She smiled up at him, her eyes shining with pleasure.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled back, before getting dressed and leaving the room. He knew he had crossed a line, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. She was worth it.
