In the sterile, cold hospital room, a woman lay in the bed, her small breasts exposed and her long, chestnut hair splayed out on the pillow. Her name was Elizabeth, a 28-year-old woman who had just undergone surgery. She was alone, her family unable to make it to the hospital due to a sudden snowstorm.
The door creaked open, and a tall, dark-haired man walked in. He was the doctor who had performed her surgery, Dr. Robert Thompson, a man known for his piercing blue eyes and chiseled jawline. He was also the man who Elizabeth had been having an affair with for the past six months.
Dr. Thompson approached the bed, his eyes filled with concern. “Elizabeth, how are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.
Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes heavy with painkillers. “I’m okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Thompson took her hand in his, his thumb tracing circles on her knuckles. “You were very brave,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers.
Elizabeth smiled weakly. “I had a good reason to be,” she replied, her eyes filled with meaning.
Dr. Thompson leaned in, his lips brushing against Elizabeth’s ear. “I know,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Elizabeth let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” she whispered back, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek.
Dr. Thompson leaned in closer, his lips finding Elizabeth’s. They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual dance. Elizabeth’s hand reached down, her fingers finding the buttons on Dr. Thompson’s shirt. She undid them, her fingers brushing against his hard chest.
Dr. Thompson’s hands reached up, cupping Elizabeth’s small breasts. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a line down to her nipples. He sucked on them, his fingers pinching and twisting them. Elizabeth let out a soft moan, her back arching off the bed.
Dr. Thompson’s hand reached down, his fingers finding Elizabeth’s wet pussy. He stroked her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her. Elizabeth’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his hand.
Dr. Thompson’s fingers were replaced by his cock, sliding into Elizabeth’s wet pussy. He thrust into her, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. Elizabeth’s moans filled the room, her nails digging into Dr. Thompson’s back.
Dr. Thompson’s thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping against Elizabeth’s ass. Elizabeth’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body shaking with each orgasm.
Dr. Thompson’s thrusts grew faster, his cock swelling inside Elizabeth. He let out a low growl, his cock twitching as he came inside her. Elizabeth’s pussy clenched around him, her own orgasm ripping through her.
Dr. Thompson collapsed on top of Elizabeth, his breathing heavy. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around him, her fingers tracing patterns on his back.
“I love you,” Elizabeth whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
“I love you too,” Dr. Thompson replied, his voice filled with meaning.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The snow continued to fall outside, but inside the hospital room, it was warm and full of love.
