The hospital ward was still and quiet in the early hours of the morning. Only the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional beep of a monitor disturbed the silence. In the corner bed, a woman lay sleeping. She was petite, with long, dark hair cascading over her pillow like a waterfall. Her small breasts were exposed, the nipples hard from the chill in the air. She was naked beneath the thin hospital sheet, her body on display.
A man stood by the bed, watching her sleep. He was tall and muscular, with a thick beard and piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in scrubs, his name badge pinned to his chest. He had been her doctor for the past week, ever since she had been admitted to the hospital with a mysterious illness.
Tonight, he couldn’t sleep. He was drawn to her, unable to resist the pull of her beauty. He had seen her naked before, of course, but something was different tonight. He felt a hunger, a desire that he couldn’t ignore.
He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. She stirred, opening her eyes. For a moment, she looked confused, unsure of where she was. Then she saw him, and her expression changed.
“Doctor,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from sleep.
“Shh,” he said, placing a finger on her lips. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
He leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. She responded, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth. He could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening against his chest.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck to her breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moaned, her back arching off the bed.
He continued to explore her body, his hands and mouth roaming over her skin. He kissed her belly, her hips, her inner thighs. He could feel her wetness, her desire for him.
He reached up, parting her legs. He leaned down, licking her pussy. She tasted sweet, like honey. He licked and sucked, teasing her clit until she was moaning loudly.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He stood up, pulling off his scrubs. His cock was hard, throbbing with need. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. She gasped, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around his cock. He thrust harder, faster, until she was crying out his name.
He came soon after, filling her with his seed. They lay together, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined.
“Doctor,” she whispered again, her voice sleepy.
“Shh,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
He lay with her, watching her sleep, his cock still inside her. He knew he should feel guilty, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. He had wanted her, and he had taken her. And he would do it again, if given the chance.
The end.
