In the sterile, cold environment of the hospital, a woman named Isabella laid in her bed, her small breasts bare and her long hair splayed out on the pillow. She was a sight to behold, her vulnerability only adding to her allure.
Dr. Samuel, a man known for his skill and professionalism, entered the room, his gaze immediately drawn to Isabella. He had always found her attractive, but he had never allowed himself to act on it. Until now.
He approached her bed, his heart pounding in his chest. “Isabella,” he said, his voice low and steady. “How are you feeling?”
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and desire. “I’ve been better,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Samuel reached out, gently taking her hand in his. “I’m here to help you,” he said, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.
Isabella bit her lip, her eyes never leaving his. “I know,” she said, her voice barely audible.
Samuel leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers. “I want to do more than just help you,” he said, his breath hot on her face.
Isabella’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Samuel’s hand moved from hers, up to her face, cupping her cheek gently. “I mean that I want you,” he said, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip.
Isabella’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling of his hand on her face.
Samuel took this as a sign, his lips descending on hers in a passionate kiss. Isabella responded in kind, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.
Samuel’s hand moved from her face, down to her breast, cupping it gently as he continued to kiss her. Isabella moaned into the kiss, her nipple hardening under his touch.
Samuel broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he made his way to her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. Isabella arched her back, her moans filling the room as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Samuel’s hand moved down from her breast, down to her pussy. He found it wet and ready for him, her lips swollen with desire. He slipped a finger inside of her, his thumb brushing against her clit as he started to finger her.
Isabella’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand as he continued to finger her. Samuel could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, her pussy clenching around his finger.
“Oh, Samuel,” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. “I’m so close.”
Samuel increased his pace, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as he fingered her. Isabella’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her orgasm washing over her as she came hard.
Samuel didn’t stop, his finger continuing to move in and out of her as she came down from her orgasm. Isabella’s breathing slowed, her body relaxing as she looked up at him with a satisfied smile.
Samuel smiled back, his finger slipping out of her as he leaned down to kiss her again. “I’m glad I could help,” he said, his voice filled with humor.
Isabella laughed, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “You definitely helped,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Samuel chuckled, his hand reaching down to adjust himself. “I think it’s time for me to go,” he said, his voice filled with regret.
Isabella nodded, her hand reaching out to grab his. “Thank you,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity.
Samuel smiled, his hand giving hers a squeeze before he let go. “I’ll see you soon,” he said, before turning and leaving the room.
Isabella laid back on the bed, her body still humming with pleasure. She couldn’t wait to see Samuel again, her mind already filled with thoughts of their next encounter.
