In the sterile, cold confines of a hospital room, a woman lay in her bed. Her name was Sophia, a petite woman with long, flowing locks of chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders. She was a vision of beauty, even in her frailty. Her small, perky breasts were exposed, the nipples hard and erect, a stark contrast to the pale, sickly skin.
A nurse, a tall, handsome man named Henry, entered the room. He was a man of few words, but his presence was commanding. His eyes, a piercing blue, locked onto Sophia’s, filled with concern and a hint of desire.
“How are you feeling today, Sophia?” Henry asked, his voice low and soothing.
“Better, now that you’re here,” Sophia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Henry approached Sophia’s bedside, his heart pounding in his chest. He took her hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
Sophia turned her head, her eyes meeting Henry’s. She reached up, pulling him closer. Their lips met, a passionate kiss. Henry’s hands wandered, caressing Sophia’s breasts, feeling the nipples harden even more under his touch.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down Sophia’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He reached down, his hand finding its way between Sophia’s legs. She was already wet, ready for him.
Henry’s fingers explored, teasing Sophia’s clit, causing her to gasp. He slipped a finger inside of her, feeling her muscles contract around him. He added another finger, pumping in and out, faster and harder.
Sophia’s moans grew louder, filling the hospital room. She reached down, pulling at Henry’s pants, freeing his hard cock. She stroked it, feeling its girth, its heat.
Henry pulled his fingers out of Sophia, replacing them with his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her warmth enveloping him. He began to move, faster and harder, their bodies slapping together.
Sophia’s moans grew louder, her nails digging into Henry’s back. He reached down, rubbing her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
Henry felt Sophia’s muscles contract around him, her orgasm taking over. He followed shortly after, filling her with his seed.
Henry collapsed onto Sophia, their bodies slick with sweat. He looked into her eyes, a soft smile on his lips.
“I’ve always got time for you, Sophia,” he whispered.
Sophia wrapped her arms around Henry, pulling him closer.
“I’m glad,” she whispered back.
They lay there, in silence, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The hospital room, with all its sterility and coldness, faded away. All that mattered was the warmth of their bodies, the softness of their breath, and the whispers of their love.
