In the sterile confines of a hospital room, a woman lay bare, her petite frame trembling with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Her name was Isabella, a 23-year-old with long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Her small breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, stood at attention, erect from the cool air circulating in the room. A white sheet barely covered her lower half, revealing her slender legs and the apex of her womanhood, shaved smooth.
The door creaked open, and in walked Dr. Ethan, a man known for his healing touch. Tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, he was a sight for Isabella’s sore eyes. He approached her, his gaze never leaving hers, as he placed his bag on the table beside the bed.
“How are you feeling today, Isabella?” he asked, his voice deep and soothing.
“Better now that you’re here,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.
He smiled, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face. The touch sent a jolt of electricity down her spine, and she inhaled sharply.
“I’m here to help you, Isabella,” he said, his eyes filled with compassion. “I’m going to examine you now, alright?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip as he pulled the sheet down, revealing her nakedness. He began his examination, his touch gentle yet firm, as he checked her vital signs and examined her wounds. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, and she found herself craving more.
“You’re doing well, Isabella,” he said, his voice low. “But I need to examine you further. I need you to relax.”
She nodded, closing her eyes as he began to explore her body in earnest. He started with her breasts, cupping them gently in his hands, kneading them softly before taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. She moaned, her back arching off the bed as he continued to tease her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
He then moved lower, his fingers tracing a path down her stomach and towards her womanhood. He gently parted her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready for him. She moaned as he began to explore her folds, teasing her clit before sliding a finger inside her.
“Oh, Dr. Ethan,” she moaned, her hips bucking off the bed as he began to finger her, adding another finger, stretching her wide.
“You’re so wet, Isabella,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “So ready for me.”
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as he continued to finger her, adding a third finger, stretching her wide. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing stronger with each thrust of his fingers.
“Come for me, Isabella,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.
She obeyed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her body trembling with the force of it. He continued to finger her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was spent.
He then pulled his fingers out, his hand glistening with her juices. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You taste so good, Isabella,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive.
She blushed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Thank you, Dr. Ethan,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
He smiled, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from her face.
“You’re welcome, Isabella,” he said, his voice filled with warmth. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He then turned and left the room, leaving Isabella to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm. She lay there, her body still trembling with pleasure, her mind reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that she would never forget the healing touch of Dr. Ethan.
