Content Advisory: m/f sex scene.
She stood over him, watching him sleep. His full mouth softly parted, inhaling and exhaling gentle breaths. Could she run her finger along those lips? Could she dip one into his mouth, and then bring it to her own? Taste what it would be like to kiss him.
It had been the early hours of the morning when they brought him into the hospital. An RTA – road traffic accident – leaving everyone involved mystified. The car that hit him sped off into the night, with only a vague description of the vehicle given by the young couple who witnessed the incident. But that was not the mystery.
Though he only received a knock to the head and a few bruised ribs, the man suffered from amnesia. Not only that. He carried no identification on him – no wallet, no business card, nothing. And he had no idea who he was.
Jessica, the nurse on duty when he arrived, couldn’t take her eyes off him. Hell, he had probably caught the attention of every woman (and some of the men) in the hospital.
Now twenty-four hours had passed and there was no sign of him recovering his memory – though the specialists did seem to think it might be temporary. Stranger still, no one came to claim him. No one was missing this dark haired man, with the startlingly blue eyes.
His arms lay on top of the smooth, starched sheets. His forearms were well-defined, the muscle a hard ridge just beneath the surface. His arms ended in strong hands with neat blunt nails. Hesitantly, Jess reached down and stoked the soft hair of his left forearm, followed the lines of his muscles, down across the back of his hand.
There was no reason for her to be here. She had already completed her rounds. Never the less, she kept his chart close at hand, planning to quickly turn her attention to it, should she be disturbed.
Carefully she pulled back the sheet.
She felt the buzz of nervous excitement. What she was doing was wrong. It bordered on crazy. She was an attractive woman and didn’t need to do this. Yet she sensed something about him that made her unable to stop. A recklessness burned inside, not a normal part of who she was.
Slowly, she pulled the sheets down further. A hospital gown certainly spoilt the view, but maybe if she just pulled it to the side a little…
He stirred in his sleep, his head twisting against the pillow. She froze, her hand still clutching the sheet. Her heart pounded in her ears while she waited for him to settle into sleep once more.
She didn’t know why she felt compelled to do this. She didn’t understand the desire she felt to be near him, to watch him, to touch him. Was it something about his new, almost freshly born innocence? She’d been there to witness the bewilderment in his eyes when he regained consciousness. Still, he had seemed so strong and in control, despite his terrifying situation.
Was this worth her job? It would cost her everything if someone should walk in.
His flat, hard stomach contained the same ridges of muscle she saw in his arms. Lightly, she trailed her fingers down, following the line of dark hair running down from his navel. She couldn’t stop her hand from going lower. Her fingers found his cock and her hand wrapped around it. Within moments he responded to her touch, even in sleep. His cock grew harder, longer beneath her palm, and she clenched her thighs together, trying to contain her own arousal. She wanted him so badly.
He moaned in his sleep and she paused, still worried he would wake.
Had she lost her god-damned mind? But she couldn’t control herself. She wanted was to feel his body between her thighs. To press his hardness against her, to sink herself onto him. She was wearing a skirt. If she climbed on top of him, all that would be between them was the thin cotton of her panties.
Testing the water, she leant her weight onto the bed. He did not move, so she pulled herself up beside him. Carefully she lifted her leg over his thighs, holding her body above his. Her long blond hair hung down one side of her face. Her breath felt tight in her chest, her heart pounding. If she lowered herself by just an inch she would feel him.
Did she dare?
She did. Jessica grazed her panties against his cock and groaned. Her thighs trembled with the effort of self-control it took for her not to simply pull the material away and let him enter her. She knew she was wet enough to make his entrance a smooth one, and he was certainly hard enough.
She glanced down, looking at his perfect thickness, the slight curve towards his stomach, the smooth, silky head. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
She lifted her head and stared directly into his brilliant blue eyes.
There was a moment of confusion in his eyes, shock. Then he must have seen the desire in her face, felt the heat of her body against his.
Jessica quickly started to scramble off of him, her cheeks flushing in shame. But he grabbed her hand.
“No. Jessica. Wait.”
He remembered her name.
Despite the initial shock, instinct took over. He reached for her, pulling her down toward him. She resisted for a moment, but then she gave in.
His mouth felt warm and soft against hers. His tongue gentle and exploratory. Despite his tenderness, there was no hiding his arousal. Jess allowed herself to push her pussy hard against his thick cock and he moaned into her mouth. She was wet for him – she had been five minutes ago.
His hands found her panties, pulling them down. There was a moment of awkwardness as she kicked the flimsy material away, but quickly she was back in position, the folds of her pussy wet and swollen, ready to take him.
With just a small adjustment, his hard cock slipped inside of her and she cried out, loving the exquisite feeling off fullness.
His hand slid under her shirt, his fingers finding her nipples beneath the lace of her bra. He grazed them gently, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body.
They moved together, slowly at first. She relished the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of her, how perfect they fit together. She lifted her hips high enough until he slipped almost out of her, then she pushed back down, riding the initial feeling of penetration all over again. He gasped in pleasure, and this time she pushed her hips down harder, drawing the whole of him inside.
He grabbed her ass, taking control. They were faster now, knowing the end loomed near. Jessica bent down, her face in his neck, frantically kissing skin, rough with day old stubble.
He pounded her harder, his fingers sunk deep into the flesh of her ass, and she could feel herself coming. The tightness and heat racing from between her thighs, up through her stomach, her head swimming with pleasure. Then she was coming, every muscle in her body, tight, her whole body bound in the orgasm.
He pushed up, over and over again, crying out as he came with convulsive shudders racking his frame. His cock jerked inside her, releasing the last few spurts.
Then they lay, spent and exhausted, on the narrow hospital bed.
“Wow,” he laughed. “I certainly didn’t expect that.”
She hid her face against him, embarrassed again at her brazenness. “I’m sorry. I took advantage of you.”
“Don’t be. This is the first time I’ve felt normal since the accident.”
Jess lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him.
“What about your memories? Do you think they’ll come back?”
He glanced away. “I’m not sure I want them to. After all, what sort of man has no one out there? Not a single person who would notice he’s missing and come and looking.”
“It’s early. Someone could come, or you could still get your memories back?”
He pulled her back to his chest. “Or we could always just make new ones.”
They were lucky not to have been disturbed the first time, but she wasn’t going to argue. She had to take care of him.
After all, she was only doing her job.
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