Cherry Crush

The steady beep of the EKG monitor pulled Joe back to consciousness; calm, rhythmic, almost soothing. Moonlight filtered through the blinds in silver bars across the dim hospital room. The air was cool, but once his eyes focused, everything else melted away.

He wasn’t alone.

A petite nurse stood beside his bed, platinum-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, glowing ethereally in the low light. Her scrubs were wrapped tight across her little body, breasts straining the thin fabric, a narrow waist flaring into wide, soft hips and a heart-shaped ass that could jumpstart a heart faster than a defibrillator. She looked like pure temptation wrapped in medical blues.

She noticed him awake, a smile forming on her glossy lips.

“Oi… hello there,” she purred, her soft Australian accent wrapping around the words like warm velvet. “Welcome back, hero.”

She leaned in close, pressing her small, warm hand to his forehead. The contact hit her like a lightning strike. Her mind short-circuited as a sudden, overwhelming wave of raw heat crashed through her body. She flooded instantly, soaking her panties in a hot, slippery rush. “Whoa.” She exclaimed softly, her clit throbbing with desperate need. She swayed, her nipples tightening into sensitive peaks. She’d never felt anything like this; pure unadulterated lust flooding her veins.

Fuck… Cherry thought, thighs squeezing together instinctively. He smells so fucking good. I’m dripping… actually dripping down my thighs.

“Umm… you’re a little warm,” she breathed, voice turning husky as she fought for composure. Her hand slid slowly down to his chest, palm pressing flat over his heart. She could feel it hammering strong and steady beneath her touch.

Joe tried to speak, his throat dry. “How long…?”

“Two weeks,” she whispered, struggling to stay professional. Another hot gush of wetness slicked her folds as her thighs rubbed together. Her breathing had turned shallow and fast, almost panting. She kept her hand on his chest, savoring the powerful thump, her own heart racing wildly. A soft, needy moan slipped out before she could stop it.

“That’s… weird,” she murmured, eyes glassy with lust. “Your heart is pounding… but the monitor says everything’s stable.” Am I in heat? My pussy is clenching.

Cherry shook her head, trying to clear the fog of raw desire, but it only made her platinum hair shimmer seductively around her flushed face. “I… I came in here to bathe you.”

She turned to the basin on shaky legs, ass swaying hypnotically with every step. She could feel herself coating her inner thighs now. She dipped the sponge in warm water, returning to him, flushed and breathing hard.

Slowly, she opened the front of his hospital gown. The sight of his toned, powerfully sculpted chest and ripped abs made her whimper softly. He’s fucking perfect… so hard, so masculine. She felt herself throb painfully, a desperate need to be stretched and filled.

“Just… relax for me,” she whispered, voice trembling with barely contained need.

She dragged the sponge slowly across his chest, her eyes devouring every inch of him. She widened the gown more, exposing his black boxer-briefs where his cock strained visibly against the fabric. She watched it twitch, growing even bigger under her hungry stare.

A low, involuntary moan escaped her lips; deeper this time. Her free hand gripped his side, nails digging in as her thumb slipped teasingly at his waistband, as she washed him, her thumb brushing dangerously close to the thick base of his shaft.

Joe shifted slightly. “What’s your name?”

Her gaze stayed locked on his growing erection, lips parted, chest heaving. Her voice came out breathy and broken.

“…Cherry,” she moaned softly. “You can call me Cherry.”

Cherry’s eyes lifted to his, burning. No shame. Just a raw, animalistic lust. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, and she was practically squirming where she stood, thighs rubbing together to ease the aching need in her soaked cunt.

She leaned in closer, full breasts pressing softly against his arm, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. The sponge had been forgotten entirely. She couldn’t take her eyes off the still-growing bulge hardening under his underwear. Joe realized why she was staring and saw himself engorging.

“I… I’m sorry about that…” Joe apologized, somewhat embarrassed.

Her fingers traced boldly along the bulge, brushing over the thick base of his shaft.

“Oh… don’t worry,” she purred, voice dripping with filthy promise. “That’s a very normal reaction.” Her nails grazed lightly along his concealed length, sending sparks through both of them.

Her glossy lips curved into a wicked, sinful smile as she licked them slowly.

“But I could…” she whispered, voice husky and trembling with desperate need, “…you know, help you with that.”

She leaned even closer, lips hovering just above his, eyes half-lidded with lust, her body radiating heat and raw invitation.

“…if you’d like.”