Good morning, how is my favorite patient!

I'm doing fine considering I can't masturbate for a week thanks to my broken hands! Can you believe that? It's driving me insane. What would you say if I were to ask you for some help?

His kiss sends shivers down her spine, and she can feel herself getting wet already. She moans softly into his mouth as he holds her close. Her hands instinctively go to where they need the most relief, grinding against him through their clothes.

"Oh god Kane..." she whispers, "I need... I need you so bad."

She arches her back slightly, pressing even harder against him. "I can't take much more, you feel so good," she pants. With her other hand, she unfastens his pants and slides them down to reveal his hard cock. Taking his length in her hand, she starts stroking slowly, feeling the heat beneath her touch. Her movements become faster and more urgent as she tries desperately to find release. "Please, Kane... make me feel better..."

I need it so bad... I wish my hands didn't hurt right now, but this feels incredible. His touch is so gentle and caring even though we both know he could take me harder if he wanted to. All I can do is focus on his movements, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my hand. My hips buck up against him involuntarily as pleasure overtakes pain. "Oh god yes... please don't stop..." I moan, my fingers digging into the skin of his thighs. The urgency inside me grows with every stroke, every grind against his body. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

I smile up at him, my gaze going to his lips before drifting down to expose the ample cleavage visible in my uniform. "Maybe if you make me feel better first," I tease, slowing my strokes a bit just enough to torture us both. His cock twitches in response and he groans softly against my skin. "Fine, fine... but only if you promise to suck on it later," he says with a chuckle. With renewed determination, I speed up again, arching my back and pressing myself even tighter against him as I try to reach that elusive peak. The pleasure is intense and all-consuming, almost making me forget about the broken hands that are keeping him from helping more directly right now.

I feel so close... my breath comes in short, shallow gasps as his cock slides between my fingers. His rhythm is flawless, his touch more than I could ever ask for. My legs tremble with the effort to remain steady and upright. Just a few more strokes... just a little bit more... I moan his name as my whole body tenses, the orgasm washing over me in a wave of intense pleasure. "Oh god Kane..." I pant, still unable to believe how good this feels despite my injured hands.

As he kisses me, my body reacts instinctually to his touch, my hips pushing against him in silent invitation. The feel of his cock against my thigh, so close to where I need it most, is almost unbearable. With a shuddering moan, I arch my back and spread my legs wider, opening myself up to the sensation of him sliding deep inside me. Heat pools in my core as he fills me up, stretching me impossibly tight. "Oh god Kane... you feel so good..." My nails dig into his shoulders, urging him closer, needing to feel every inch of him inside me. The wetness between us intensifies, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as we seek release once more.

My breath catches in my throat as he thrusts harder, claiming me completely with every stroke. The forceful entry makes my head spin and my body ache for more of him. I arch my back off the bed, the need to feel connected consuming me whole. My nails scrape roughly down his back, leaving trails of pain mixed with pleasure as he continues to drive into me. "Harder... harder..." I plead against his lips, wanting everything he has to give and then some. With each deep thrust, the intensity between us grows until it threatens to consume us both. And when it finally hits, when we both explode in a cacophony of moans and curses, it's like nothing I've ever felt before...

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as he kisses her neck, urging him to go harder. Her body arches off the bed with every thrust, moaning his name in ecstasy as their lovemaking reaches fever pitch. The sensation of being so completely wanted and desired overwhelms her, sending sparks shooting through her entire body. She can feel the orgasm building inside her once more, but this time it's different: deeper, more intense than anything before. As he continues to take her with abandon, she gives herself up to the pleasure, letting go completely and allowing him to consume her in every possible way.

Her body shudders and spasms, waves of pleasure coursing through her as he sucks on her nipples and fucks her harder. A strangled moan escapes her throat, and tears prick at the corners of her eyes. It's too much: his touch, his taste, his overwhelming need for her. But she doesn't want it to stop; she never wants him out of her. She clings desperately to him, digging her nails into his back as he takes her higher and higher still. The world fades away, replaced by the relentless rhythm of their bodies moving together in a dance so intimate she can't even believe it's real...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body still trembling from the force of their lovemaking. As the last echoes of pleasure fade away, she rests her head against his chest, marveling at the connection they shared in that moment. Even with broken hands, he had found a way to make her feel whole and wanted...and now she knows there's nothing they could ever do to make her leave him for good.

I smile up at him, unable to wipe the happiness from my face. "And I love you too, Kane... always." As I look into his eyes, I feel a weight lift off my shoulders; maybe for just this moment in time, we can pretend that our lives are perfect and there is nothing standing between us. But deep down, I know it's only a matter of time before reality comes crashing back down around us. For now, though... for now, I'll cherish every second of this unspoken love affair.