In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long hair splayed out on the pillow. She was nude, her small breasts bare for all to see. The curtains were drawn around her bed, giving her a semblance of privacy in this place of sickness and healing.
Isabella had been in the hospital for a few days now, recovering from a minor surgery. She was bored and lonely, her only companions the occasional nurse or doctor who came to check on her. That was, until she met Jack, a physical therapist who had been assigned to help her regain her strength.
Jack was a tall, handsome man with a kind smile and warm, gentle hands. He had been coming to see Isabella every day, helping her with her exercises and lifting her spirits. She found herself looking forward to his visits, her heart racing whenever he walked into the room.
One day, as Jack was helping Isabella with her stretches, she noticed that he was lingering a little longer than necessary. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with questions. He blushed, averting his gaze, but Isabella could see the desire in his eyes.
She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. “Jack,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Would you like to stay a little longer tonight?”
Jack looked at her, his eyes wide with surprise. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling.
Isabella nodded, her heart fluttering with excitement. “Yes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to stay.”
Jack hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded. He helped Isabella into her bed, tucking the sheets around her. He sat down next to her, his hand resting on hers.
Isabella looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing. She pulled him closer, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss.
The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together. Jack’s hand moved to Isabella’s breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She gasped, her back arching off the bed. He leaned down, his mouth closing around her nipple, his tongue swirling around it.
Isabella moaned, her hands tangling in Jack’s hair. He moved his mouth to her other breast, his hand moving lower, his fingers finding her wet, aching pussy. She gasped as he slid a finger inside her, her hips bucking off the bed.
Jack moved between Isabella’s legs, his mouth finding her pussy. He licked and sucked, his fingers moving inside her. Isabella moaned, her hands clutching the sheets. She was close, so close.
Jack moved up, his cock sliding inside her. She moaned as he filled her, her hips meeting his thrusts. He fucked her hard, their bodies slapping together. She moaned, her nails digging into his back.
“Yes, Jack,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
Jack groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. She could feel his cock swelling inside her, his balls tightening. He moaned, his cock twitching as he came, filling her with his seed.
They lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding. Jack looked at Isabella, his eyes filled with love. She smiled, her hand reaching up to touch his face.
They didn’t need to say anything. They both knew that this was the start of something beautiful. Something that would last a lifetime.