In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed across the white pillow. Her small breasts were bare, the hospital gown discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor. The door creaked open, and a tall, handsome doctor named Adrian entered, his eyes immediately drawn to her exposed body.
“How are you feeling today, Isabella?” Adrian asked, his voice low and soothing.
“Much better, now that you’re here,” Isabella replied, her voice a soft whisper.
Adrian approached the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. Isabella’s breath hitched as his fingers trailed down her cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Adrian leaned down, his lips meeting Isabella’s in a soft, lingering kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms encircling his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, cupping her small breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Isabella moaned, her back arching off the bed as she pressed herself closer to him.
Adrian broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Isabella’s head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips as he reached her nipples, his tongue swirling around the hard bud. He sucked gently, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive flesh. Isabella’s hips bucked, her pussy growing wet with desire.
Adrian’s hand trailed down her body, slipping beneath the blankets and finding the wet heat between her legs. He stroked her folds gently, his fingers circling her clit as she moaned and writhed beneath him. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb continuing to circle her clit as he began to pump his finger in and out of her.
Isabella’s breathing grew ragged, her hips moving in time with his hand as she approached her climax. She reached down, her fingers tangling in his blond hair as she pulled him up for another kiss. Adrian broke the kiss, his lips finding her ear as he whispered, “Come for me, Isabella.”
With one final thrust of his fingers, Isabella shattered, her back arching off the bed as she cried out in pleasure. Adrian continued to stroke her gently, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied.
Adrian stood up, his eyes dark with desire as he stripped off his clothes. Isabella watched him, her eyes taking in every inch of his muscled body. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, teasing her before he slowly pushed inside.
Isabella gasped, her hips meeting his as he began to thrust. His pace gradually increased, his hips slapping against hers as he drove deeper and harder. Isabella moaned, her fingers digging into his back as she met each thrust with one of her own.
Adrian reached down, his fingers finding her clit again as he began to stroke her in time with his thrusts. Isabella’s breathing grew ragged, her climax building once again. She cried out as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to thrust.
With a final, deep thrust, Adrian came, his hot seed filling her as he collapsed on top of her. They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in time with each other’s.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Isabella,” Adrian whispered, his lips brushing against her ear.
Isabella smiled, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his back as she whispered, “I’ll be waiting.”
