It was a quiet night in the hospital. The halls were dimly lit, and the only sounds that could be heard were the soft beeping of machines and the occasional murmur of a passing nurse. In one of the private rooms, a woman lay in her bed, her small breasts bare for all to see. She was completely nude, her hospital gown discarded on the floor. Her long hair spilled out across the pillow, tousled and wild.
She had been in the hospital for days, recovering from a minor surgery. She was bored and restless, her mind filled with dirty thoughts. She couldn’t help but think about the man who had brought her to the hospital, the man who had been by her side throughout the entire ordeal. She couldn’t stop thinking about his cock, and how much she wanted it inside her.
She heard a soft knock at the door, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was him, she could sense it. He entered the room, his eyes immediately drawn to her bare breasts. He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye.
“I see you’ve decided to take your recovery into your own hands,” he said, his voice low and husky.
She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with desire. “I couldn’t wait any longer,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving her breasts. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her back arching off the bed. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.
His tongue explored her mouth, and she could taste the desire on his lips. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobes. She moaned, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
He continued to kiss and lick her body, his hands roaming over her bare skin. He reached her breasts, his lips wrapping around her nipples, his tongue swirling around them. She cried out, her back arching off the bed once again.
He continued to tease and torment her breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. She was writhing on the bed, her hips grinding against the sheets. She needed him inside her, she needed to feel his cock deep inside her pussy.
He finally gave in to her unspoken pleas, his fingers trailing down her body, over her stomach, and into her wet pussy. She gasped, her hips bucking off the bed as he began to stroke her clit.
He continued to stroke and tease her clit, his fingers dipping inside her pussy, fucking her slowly. She was moaning loudly now, her hips grinding against his hand. She was close, so close to cumming.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy, his lips meeting hers in a deep kiss. She could taste her own desire on his lips, and it only made her want him more.
He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her body once again. This time, they didn’t stop at her breasts. They kept going, down her stomach, and finally, to her wet pussy.
He started to lick and suck her clit, his fingers dipping inside her pussy once again. She was moaning loudly, her hips grinding against his face. She was so close, she was going to cum any second now.
And then, she did. She cried out, her hips bucking off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. He continued to lick and suck her clit, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.
Finally, she pushed him away, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. He smiled, his lips glistening with her juices.
“I think it’s time for me to take care of you now,” she said, her voice low and husky.
She reached out, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb swirling around the head of his cock. He moaned, his hips bucking off the bed.
She leaned down, her lips meeting his cock. She sucked him deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. He moaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair.
She sucked and stroked him, her lips and tongue teasing and tormenting his cock. He was moaning loudly now, his hips grinding against the bed. He was close, so close to cumming.
And then, he did. She swallowed every drop, her lips still wrapped around his cock. He moaned, his hips bucking off the bed as he came.
She pulled back, her lips glistening with his cum. She smiled, a satisfied look on her face.
“I think you’re all better now,” she said, her voice low and husky.
He laughed, his hands reaching out to pull her close. “I think you’re right,” he said, his lips meeting hers in a deep kiss.
They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, their bodies spent and satisfied. The night was still quiet, the only sounds the soft beeping of machines and the occasional murmur of a passing nurse. But in their little corner of the hospital, a different kind of healing was taking place. A healing of the body, the mind, and the soul. And it was all thanks to the power of sex.
