In the sterile, cold confines of the hospital, a woman named Isabella lay in her bed, her long chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. Her small breasts were exposed, and she gazhed out the window, her thoughts wandering.
Dr. Samuel Evans, a man with a kind face and warm eyes, entered the room. He approached Isabella’s bed, his gaze lingering on her exposed chest. “How are you feeling today, Isabella?” he asked, his voice gentle.
“I’m still in pain,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Samuel nodded, his concern etched on his face. “I think I can help with that,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He reached out, gently caressing Isabella’s cheek. She turned to face him, her eyes filled with desire.
Without a word, Samuel leaned in, pressing his lips against Isabella’s. She responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to meet his. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her small breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Isabella moaned, her back arching off the bed.
Samuel broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Isabella’s neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp from her. He continued his descent, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, causing Isabella to cry out in pleasure.
Samuel’s hand found its way between Isabella’s legs, his fingers tracing circles around her clit. She was already wet, her hips bucking off the bed in search of friction. Samuel obliged, his fingers sliding inside her. He pumped them in and out, his thumb continuing to circle her clit.
Isabella’s breathing grew ragged, her moans filling the room. Samuel could feel her muscles clenching around his fingers, her orgasm building. He increased his pace, his fingers curling inside her.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Isabella cried out, her back arching off the bed as she came. Samuel continued to finger her through her orgasm, drawing out every last shiver of pleasure.
Once Isabella’s breathing had returned to normal, Samuel removed his fingers from her. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. Isabella watched, her eyes heavy with desire.
Samuel stood, his eyes locked with Isabella’s. “I’ll be back later,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He turned and left the room, leaving Isabella lying in bed, her body still humming with pleasure.
As the hours passed, Isabella couldn’t help but think about Samuel and the way he had made her feel. She found herself counting down the minutes until he returned, her body aching for his touch.
When Samuel finally did return, Isabella was more than ready for him. She pulled him to her, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. Samuel responded eagerly, his hands roaming over her body.
This time, Samuel didn’t bother with foreplay. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Isabella’s legs. He guided his cock to her entrance, pushing inside her with a groan.
Isabella wrapped her legs around Samuel’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Isabella met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Samuel reached down, his fingers finding Isabella’s clit. He rubbed it in time with his thrusts, causing Isabella to cry out in pleasure.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into Samuel’s back.
Samuel increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. Isabella could feel her orgasm building, her muscles clenching around Samuel’s cock.
“I’m close,” she gasped, her breathing labored.
Samuel grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He buried his face in Isabella’s neck, his breath hot against her skin.
“Come for me, Isabella,” he growled, his fingers continuing to circle her clit.
With a cry, Isabella came, her orgasm ripping through her. Samuel followed shortly after, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum.
Samuel collapsed on top of Isabella, his breathing heavy. They lay like that for several minutes, their bodies slick with sweat.
Finally, Samuel rolled off of Isabella, his cock slipping out of her. He lay beside her, his arm thrown across her stomach.
“That was incredible,” Isabella whispered, her eyes closed.
Samuel smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.
They lay in silence for several minutes, their bodies slowly returning to normal.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Samuel said, his voice soft.
Isabella nodded, her eyes still closed. “I’ll be here,” she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.
Samuel stood, gathering his things. He leaned over the bed, pressing a final kiss to Isabella’s lips. She smiled, her eyes fluttering open.
Samuel left the room, leaving Isabella lying in bed, her body humming with pleasure. She knew that she would never forget the way Samuel had made her feel, the way he had touched her and brought her to the brink of ecstasy.
She closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting to the next day, when she would see Samuel again. She couldn’t wait to feel his hands on her body, his lips on hers, his cock inside her.
The end.
