In the sterile halls of a hospital, a woman named Isabella waited anxiously for the doctor’s prognosis. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, a sharp contrast to the pale blue gown she wore. Isabella’s small breasts were barely visible beneath the flimsy fabric, her nipples pebbled with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Dr. Samuel Collins, a tall man with a distinguished air, entered the room. He approached Isabella, his eyes locked onto hers, and took her hand in his. “Isabella, I’m afraid I have some difficult news to share,” he began, his voice gentle yet firm. “However, I’m also going to make sure you feel good during this whole process.”
As he spoke, his thumb began to trace small circles on the back of her hand, sending shivers down her spine. The doctor’s gaze shifted, taking in the sight of Isabella’s petite frame, her nipples now visibly hard beneath the hospital gown. He felt a stirring in his loins, but quickly pushed the thought away, focusing instead on providing comfort to his patient.
Isabella’s breath hitched as she felt his touch. The fear of her diagnosis was momentarily forgotten, replaced by a sudden desire for Dr. Collins. She found herself wanting to feel his hands on her body, exploring every inch of her skin.
“Samuel,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
Dr. Collins hesitated for a moment, conflicted by his professional obligations and his growing attraction to Isabella. He eventually nodded, releasing her hand and taking a step back. “I understand,” he murmured. “But we must be discreet. Follow me.”
He led her to a small, empty examination room, locking the door behind them. As he turned to face her, Isabella closed the distance between them, pressing her body against his. Her small hands reached up, fingers tangling in his short, blond hair as she pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss.
Dr. Collins responded with equal fervor, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her body. He slipped a hand beneath her gown, cupping her small breast and teasing her nipple with his thumb. Isabella moaned, her hips grinding against his as she felt her desire growing.
Dr. Collins broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her jawline and along her neck. He nibbled at her earlobe, eliciting another soft moan from Isabella. His hands continued their exploration, sliding down her sides and gripping her hips.
“Take off your gown,” he commanded, his voice husky with desire. “Let me see you.”
Isabella complied, letting the gown fall to the floor and leaving her completely exposed. Dr. Collins took a step back, his eyes roaming over her petite frame, taking in the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and the triangle of dark hair that covered her mound.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes meeting hers. “But I want to taste you first.”
He dropped to his knees, his hands gently pushing her thighs apart. Isabella gasped as she felt his breath against her sensitive flesh, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair once more.
Dr. Collins wasted no time, his tongue darting out to taste her. He licked and sucked at her clit, teasing her entrance with his fingers. Isabella’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face as she felt herself nearing the edge.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
Dr. Collins obliged, increasing his pace and intensity until Isabella’s entire body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
As she came down from her high, Dr. Collins rose to his feet, his lips glistening with her juices. He kissed her deeply, sharing her taste with her. Isabella could feel his hard length pressing against her, and she reached down, stroking him through his pants.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
Dr. Collins quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached into a nearby drawer, pulling out a condom and sliding it on. Isabella watched him, her desire growing with each movement.
He stepped close, his hands gripping her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance. Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, her back arching as she felt him enter her.
They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm as they explored each other. Dr. Collins’ hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Isabella’s fingers traced patterns on his back, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him on.
They changed positions, moving from missionary to doggy style, each new position allowing them to explore different angles and sensations. Isabella’s moans grew louder, her orgasm building once more.
Dr. Collins felt her tighten around him, her muscles clenching as she reached her peak. He thrust into her harder, chasing his own release. They came together, their cries of pleasure echoing through the empty room.
As their breathing slowed, Dr. Collins pulled out, disposing of the condom. He wrapped his arms around Isabella, holding her close as they caught their breath.
“Thank you,” Isabella murmured, her head resting against his chest. “I needed that.”
Dr. Collins kissed the top of her head, his fingers tracing patterns on her back. “I’m here for you, Isabella,” he whispered. “Always.”
They remained in each other’s arms, the weight of the world outside temporarily forgotten. For now, in this small, empty examination room, they found solace in each other’s embrace.
