In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman with long, flowing hair lay on the bed. She was naked, her small, firm breasts on display. Her name was Isabella, a woman of 25 years, who found herself in this place after a minor car accident. Her legs were covered by the white sheets, but her upper body was bare. She was alone, her family having gone home for the night, leaving her to rest.
The door to her room creaked open, and a figure slipped in, closing it quietly behind them. It was a man, tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was a doctor, named Adrian, who had been on duty when Isabella was brought in. He had been drawn to her, not just by her beauty, but by something deeper, a connection that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Adrian approached the bed, his eyes locked on Isabella’s. She looked back at him, her eyes heavy with sleep, but a small smile playing on her lips. He reached out, gently pushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
“Isabella,” Adrian whispered, his voice barely audible. She opened her eyes, looking up at him with a question in her gaze. “I know you’re tired, but I can’t leave without saying goodbye.”
Isabella reached up, her hand brushing against Adrian’s. He took it, holding it gently in his own. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a soft, tender kiss. She responded, her lips parting, their tongues dancing together.
Adrian’s other hand reached out, gently cupping Isabella’s breast. She moaned into the kiss, her nipple hardening under his touch. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, nibbling gently on her earlobe.
Isabella’s breath hitched as Adrian’s hand moved lower, his fingers finding her wet, ready for him. She gasped as he entered her, her back arching off the bed. He moved his fingers in a slow, steady rhythm, building her pleasure.
Adrian’s mouth found Isabella’s breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. She moaned, her hands finding his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked, hard, causing Isabella to cry out in pleasure.
Adrian’s fingers moved faster, his thumb circling Isabella’s clit. She was close, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Adrian increased his pace, his fingers plunging deeper into her.
Isabella’s back arched off the bed as she came, her moans filling the room. Adrian didn’t stop, his fingers continuing to move, drawing out her pleasure.
As Isabella came down from her high, Adrian pulled his fingers from her, bringing them to his mouth. He licked them clean, his eyes locked on Isabella’s. She blushed, looking away.
Adrian leaned down, kissing Isabella gently. “Get some rest,” he whispered, pulling away.
Isabella watched as Adrian left the room, her body still tingling with pleasure. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she drifted off to sleep.
