In the hushed stillness of the hospital wing, a woman lay in her bed, her raven hair splayed out on the white pillowcase. Her small, firm breasts were exposed, the nipples taut from the cold air conditioning. She was awake, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her mind a whirl of thoughts.
The door creaked open, and a figure slipped in, clad in the familiar white coat of a doctor. But this was no ordinary physician. He was tall, with a ruggedly handsome face and piercing blue eyes. His hair was cropped short, but a few strands fell over his forehead, giving him a boyish charm.
He approached the woman’s bed, his gaze lingering on her exposed chest. “How are you feeling today?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
“Better,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for asking.”
He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ve been thinking about you.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
He nodded, taking a step closer to the bed. “Yes. I’ve been wondering if you’d like some company.”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’d like that.”
He pulled up a chair, sitting down next to the bed. “I’m glad,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you better.”
They talked for a while, their conversation light and easy. But as the minutes ticked by, a tension began to build between them. It was palpable, like a live wire crackling in the air.
Finally, he leaned in, his eyes locked on hers. “May I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. His hands came up to cup her face, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a passionate duel. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. She moaned, her back arching off the bed.
He broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you,” he said, his voice rough and needy.
She nodded, her own desire matching his. “Take me,” she whispered.
He didn’t need to be told twice. He tugged at her hospital gown, pulling it up to reveal her naked body. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her.
He leaned down, his mouth finding her nipple. He sucked and nibbled, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He trailed his mouth down her body, his lips brushing against her skin. He reached her pussy, his fingers parting her lips. He leaned in, his tongue flicking against her clit.
She gasped, her back arching off the bed. He licked and sucked, his fingers sliding inside her. She moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth.
He continued to pleasure her, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. She was close, her moans growing louder and more frantic.
Finally, she came, her orgasm ripping through her. She cried out, her fingers gripping the sheets.
He didn’t stop, his mouth and fingers continuing to work their magic. She came again, this orgasm even more intense than the first.
Finally, she pushed him away, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
He nodded, his own desire making him shake. He stripped off his clothes, his cock hard and ready.
He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, teasing her.
She moaned, her hips bucking against him. “Please,” she whispered.
He slid inside her, his cock filling her completely. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed and teased, his fingers working in time with his thrusts.
She came again, her orgasm ripping through her. He followed suit, his own orgasm taking him by surprise.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their breathing heavy. They didn’t say anything, content to simply bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
But as the minutes ticked by, the reality of their situation came crashing down. They couldn’t be together, not like this. It was forbidden, illegal even.
But for now, they could pretend. They could lose themselves in each other’s arms, if only for a little while.
And so they did, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time itself. It was a dance of passion and desire, of love and longing.
And for now, that was enough.
