In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman lay naked on the bed. Her name was Isabella, a 28-year-old brunette with small breasts that were perky and inviting. Long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, shimmering in the dim light.
Dr. Ethan, a tall and handsome man with piercing blue eyes, entered the room. He was surprised to find Isabella completely nude, her body on full display. He had been her doctor for only a week, but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt towards her.
“I’m sorry, I thought I could handle it,” Isabella whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I just… I needed to feel something other than this place.”
Ethan approached the bed, his eyes never leaving Isabella’s. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
“It’s okay,” he said softly, his voice filled with understanding. “You’re allowed to feel.”
Isabella looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with gratitude. She reached out, taking his hand in hers. Ethan felt a jolt of electricity run through his body at her touch.
He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. Isabella responded, her body pressing against his. Ethan could feel her nipples harden against his chest, her breath hot and heavy against his lips.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Isabella moaned, her back arching off the bed.
Ethan moved his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tighten around him. Isabella moaned louder, her hips grinding against his hand.
Ethan couldn’t resist any longer. He positioned himself at her entrance, slowly pushing inside. Isabella wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.
They moved together, their bodies in sync. Ethan could feel himself getting close, but he held back, wanting to make this moment last.
Isabella’s moans grew louder, her body trembling beneath him. Ethan knew she was close, and he increased his pace, driving deeper and harder.
Isabella cried out, her orgasm washing over her. Ethan followed, his release filling her. They lay together, their bodies entwined, the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the room.
“Thank you,” Isabella whispered, her eyes filled with gratitude.
Ethan smiled, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Anytime,” he said softly.
And with that, they fell asleep, their bodies still entwined, the cold confines of the hospital room forgotten.
