I've been very ill with a nasty flu bug recently. So, here's a small bowl of H/D Soup for the Soul. Dedicated to all those who are in need of a wee bit of uplifting.

His hands felt good. I hadn't realised how tense I was, but with those firm hands on me I could feel the stress draining away.

We hadn't been together for five whole days. It was his idea by the way. He murmured something about how the quickest way to heat up one's sex life was to stop making love and taking a temporary celibacy vow. For a few days, anyway. For some insane reason I was willing to give his harebrained theory a try.

For five whole excruciating days he avoided me. Not even the briefest or lightest of touch. His sultry gaze from across the Great Hall and during our shared classes taunted and teased me. Worse than any other physical torture on Earth. I almost broke.

And now his hands were stroking me and I could feel his warm breath down my back as he trailed wet, slow kisses down my spine. I moved slightly, nuzzling against his body. His hands moved slowly to the back of my head, fingers running little circles through my hair.

That was it. I could not be passive anymore. Could not help it.

I turned to face him, and ever so slowly slid my nightshirt over my head. He smiled his warm, sexy smile, rubbing my naked shoulders a little. And kissed me.

I pushed him gently onto his back and I lay down and rest my head on his leg and slid my mouth over him. God, how I missed having him in my mouth. How I love having him in my mouth.

His hands were on my head, and I felt his fingers teasing through my hair. He had always loved playing with my hair. His fingers gently traced the contours of my face and my mouth was full of him and I enjoyed that. I wanted to turn my face to put it in his hands because he had such beautiful hands. So I did.

I softly bite and sucked on his hand and he responded by pushing his fingers into my mouth. I sucked gently on them, my tongue all around his fingers.

My mind was so full of him and I started making strange sounds I couldn't stop. He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to sit on top of him. He covered me with kisses and I realised that it's true, he could kiss me senseless.

He put his hands on my bottom and slide me forward, then back slowly. I love him rocking me this way, right on top of him.

Did he remember the first time we made love? I couldn't forget. It was so good. He was guiding me as I sat astride him, watching my face intently. Are you okay? he had asked. I would have answered if I could.

And as he watched my face dissolved into climax, his body got pulled in and we made it together.

It was a magical night.

Let's do it again.