Title:  Sticky Situation

By:  tayryn

Rating: FRAO – LEMON ALERT!!!

Disclaimer:  JK Rowling owns them… I’m just playing with them, and letting them play with each other.

Notes:  this story has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, which according to my beta is just fine! LOL read at your own risk!!

Summary:  sequel to ‘My Favourite Flavour’

 

~o~

 

“Oh, Merlin… Albus…” Minerva gasped as she panted hard for breath.  “That was… oooh… that was incredible.”

 

“Thank you, my dear.”  Albus grinned up at his wife as he knelt before her, his lips and the hair around his mouth glistening.  He licked his lips and moaned.  “Mmm… you were incredible as well.”

 

“Does this mean you will untie me now?”  Minerva asked and glanced up to where her hands were secured with a silk scarf to the column in Albus’ office.

 

Albus sat back on his haunches and let his eyes drift up his wife’s naked body.  He smiled at the half dozen love bites he could see marring the perfect flesh of her inner thighs, and the dark curls glistening with the evidence of her recent release.  Albus licked his lips, once again tasting his wife as he continued his visual journey. 

 

Minerva’s breasts, which thanks to her arms being secured high above her head were thrust out proudly, full and round; the nipples on both drawn into tight, dark red tips.  Her normally pale skin was flushed, the pink stain of passion covering her chest and arrowing down her stomach.

 

She was, in a word… “Glorious,” Albus murmured.  He reached out and traced a long finger down the centre of her body from between her breasts to the top of the nest of black curls covering her sex.  “Will I untie you now?”  Albus repeated her question in a thoughtful voice as he gave a gentle tug to a curl of hair.  “I don’t know…”

 

“Albus…”

 

“You do make a rather enticing picture,” his fingers began to slowly brush through the soft hair.

 

“…Albus… please…” Minerva begged then moaned as he dragged his finger along the middle of her sex, the long digit slipping between the swollen folds in a come hither gesture.  Her hips pulsed towards him in an effort to prolong the contact.

 

Albus slipped the finger into his mouth.  “Yes,” he continued after sucking his finger clean, “a very enticing picture.”

 

Minerva stared down at him, her eyes dark with desire at the sight of his erection standing tall and proud against his belly.  “Albus… untie me… I want,” she licked her lips.  “I want to be with you…”

 

Albus slowly climbed to his feet then when he was standing before her, he grabbed a lock of his beard and held it much like a paint brush.  “Before I untie you,” he began to paint invisible lines over Minerva’s chest with the end of his whiskers, “I must know…” the hair circled her right breast in ever-smaller circles, “have you learned your lesson?”

 

“Yes…” Minerva gasped as he wisped the hair over her sensitive nipple.

 

“Good,” Albus nodded as he dropped his beard, and grasped her hips.  He lifted her into the air and stepped closer then in one smooth stroke, Albus sheathed his arousal within her slick heat.

 

Minerva moaned, her inner walls immediately clenching around his thick shaft.  “Although you have to admit, even though it wasn’t intentional,” she whispered in a husky voice as she wrapped her legs around his hips.  “It was rather fun…”

 

Albus grinned.  “Yes.  Yes it was…”

 

~o~

 

Sitting with her feet propped up on her husband’s desk; Minerva bit back a smile as another grumble reached her ears.  The book she was reading fell back against her legs.

 

“Grumbling about it won’t make it any better,” she called out.

 

“That’s only because you don’t have to attend the bloody thing.”

 

The smile finally broke through.  “True.  But all your grumbling and swearing will not help.  You promised months ago to attend this conference.”

 

Albus stuck his head out the door and gave his wife an irritated look then disappeared again.

 

Minerva chuckled and picked her book back up.  “You’re only going for two days, Albus.”  She said in a distracted voice.  “You’ll be home Sunday.”

 

“That is completely beside the point,” Albus replied as he made his way down the spiral stairs from his bedroom.  “I have more important things to do with my time than attend some wizarding conference.”

 

“It’s not just some wizarding conference.  It’s an educational conference, and as Headmaster of Hogwarts, it is your duty to attend.”  Minerva told him.

 

“I know,” Albus sighed as he came to stand before her.  “And I truly am looking forward to some aspects of the conference.  I just…”

 

“Do not want to give that speech.”

 

“Correct.  I give enough of them here.”

 

Minerva smiled as she dropped the book she really hadn’t been reading to the desk and stood.  “Your speeches are wonderful, my love.” She told him as she wound her arms around his neck.  She rose up on her tip toes and brushed a soft kiss over his lips.  “I am going to miss you too…”

 

Albus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, a wry smile on his lips.  “I love you.”

 

“And I love you,” Minerva replied as she pulled his mouth down to hers for a loving kiss.  When his hands found their way to her rear and pulled her tight against his growing arousal, Minerva broke off the kiss.  “If we keep this up, you’ll never make it on time.”

 

“I won’t complain.”

 

Minerva chuckled.  “No… I’m sure you won’t.”  She gave him another quick kiss then stepped out of his arms.  She pointed to the fireplace.  “Go.”

 

Albus sighed and walked the few steps to the fireplace.  He grabbed a handful of floo powder then stepped in.  “I will see you on Sunday.”

 

“I’ll be here waiting,” Minerva smiled at her husband.  “Do try to have a good time, dear.”

 

Albus rolled his eyes then threw down the floo powder, calling out his destination.  He disappeared in the bright green flames.

 

Minerva stared at the now empty hearth for a moment or two longer then turned and left Albus’ office.

 

~o~

 

Saturday afternoon found Minerva taking advantage of the peace and quiet of both her husband’s absence, and the older students’ trip to Hogsmeade to curl up with a good book on the sofa in her lounge.

 

She knew that Pomona was the professor on duty, so she decided to indulge herself.  Dressed in a comfortable silk nightgown, her book in one hand, a small glass of wine in the other, Minerva settled down on the love seat in front of her fireplace.

 

Minerva glanced around her room before she held the book up.

 

My Warlock’s Embrace

 

Minerva shook her head.  She would never understand where they came up with the titles to these books. 

 

She took a sip of her wine then placed the glass on the table beside her as she opened the book to where she’d marked it earlier.  Minerva would never admit it to anyone, including her husband, but she loved reading trashy romance novels.

 

 

Roarke stepped through the open doors, his black cape billowing around his legs.

 

“Oh, Constance… my love… I’ve found you at last.”

 

“Oh, Roarke…”

 

 

‘Oh, please…’ Minerva thought to herself.  She might love reading these novels, but Merlin, some of them were just too cheesy.  She shook her head and resumed reading.

 

 

“Oh, Roarke…” Constance flew across the room, and rained kisses all over his ruggedly handsome face.  “I knew you would rescue me.  I just knew it.”

 

“But of course, my love.  I could never live with myself if I had let anything happen to you.”

 

 

‘Forgetting of course that she was whipped by the evil wizard the night she was captured because she wouldn’t sleep with him,’ Minerva mused with a wry smile as she reached for her wine.

 

 

“Come, my love,” Roarke told the beautiful woman in his arms.  “Let me take you home.”

 

“Yes, please.  Take me home, Roarke.”

 

 

Minerva sighed and laid the book down on her lap as she took a long swallow of wine.  This would not be a book she couldn’t put down.  Those particular romance novels were rare.  Minerva returned her glass to the table and absently reached into the nearby candy dish, not paying any particular attention to the candy she slipped into her mouth, as she decided to flip through the book instead of actually reading it. 

 

 

Constance fell to her knees before Roarke, and ran her hands up his bare thighs.  She licked her lips at the sight of his rampant erection throbbing before her.

 

 

Minerva smiled suddenly as a recent memory came to mind.

 

“Tabby… what are you…” Albus stopped as his wife, in her animagus form slipped beneath his robe.  He gasped when she suddenly transformed and wrapped her hands around his hard member.

 

“Why, Headmaster…” her muffled voice drifted upwards.  “I do believe you’re happy to see me.”

 

“Oh, Merlin…” Albus groaned at the feel of her lips encircling the head of his shaft.

 

Minerva sat up suddenly and dropped the book.  She pulled the candy out of her mouth and stared at it, confirming why the lemon flavoured candy had suddenly changed to the unique flavour that was her husband.

 

It was indeed a Weasley’s Wisher.

 

Minerva stared at the candy, waging an internal battle.  She’d known the first time Albus had eaten the candies that he hadn’t been aware of the… fringe benefits, as they liked to call them, at the time. 

 

Since that night a few weeks ago, both Albus and Minerva had made an effort, when eating a wisher, to not think about the other.  Most especially when the other was working or teaching.

 

‘But he’s in London,’ Minerva thought to herself.  ‘Surely he wouldn’t be able to feel the wisher from there.  After all, I did not feel anything last night, and I know Albus brought some candies with him.’

 

Deciding then that it would be all right to continue, both with the candy and the memory, Minerva popped the wisher back into her mouth then leaned back on the couch.

 

“Albus…” Minerva whispered her husband’s name aloud as she closed her eyes and let her mind drift.

 

“Min… please…” Albus pleaded with his wife as she ran her tongue down and up the length of his shaft.

 

“Ssh, my love… I want to taste you…” Minerva told him and once again took the head of his member into her mouth.

 

~o~

 

“Good afternoon, colleagues.”  Albus stood at the podium in front of an audience of witches and wizards.  “I’m here today to speak to you…” he stopped mid-sentence at the unexpected ghostlike caress on his groin.

 

~o~

 

Minerva shifted, turned and stretched out on the couch as she continued with her memory of that particular day.

 

Minerva wrapped her hand around his length, and began to slowly stroke him as she sucked gently on plumy head.  She swirled her tongue around him, finding pleasure in the moans she could hear coming from her husband’s mouth.

 

~o~

 

“…About education in the wizarding world,” Albus finished after a second’s pause.  ‘She wouldn’t,’ he thought to himself even as he felt another caress on his length.  ‘Merlin… Minerva…’

 

~o~

 

A low moan escaped Minerva’s lips as she continued to enjoy the Albus-flavoured wisher. 

 

Minerva took as much of his length into her mouth as she could, alternating between sucking hard and sucking gently.  One hand stroked what she couldn’t hold in her lips while the other cupped and massaged his heavy sacs.

 

~o~

 

“Educating our youth today is not the same as the youth of yesterday,” Albus spoke in a loud, clear voice despite the building pressure in his groin.  “Things have changed and grown harder…” he bit back a moan when he felt as if his entire length was being engulfed in his wife’s hot mouth.

 

~o~

 

Of its own volition, Minerva’s hand began a slow journey over her body as she lost herself in the memory; the flavour from the candy still strong and arousing.

 

Minerva started to softly hum as she began to move Albus’ hardened flesh in and out of her mouth.  She smiled internally when she felt the robes covering her disappear and knew that Albus had banished them in order to watch her loving him this way.

 

“…Min…” Albus groaned her name as he reached down and ran his fingers though her black hair.

 

~o~

 

“…we cannot, in all good consciousness, continue to teach the same way,” Albus told the group before him, his fists clenching so tightly to the podium that his knuckles were white.  He could feel the vibrations running along his manhood, and knew that if they continued for much longer, he would explode.

 

~o~

 

The candy in Minerva’s mouth melted away seconds before she replaced it with a fresh one.

 

Minerva moaned as her tongue licked away the small milky drop from the head of Albus’ member before she once again took him completely in her mouth.  She stroked him with her hand… up and down… twisting her hand with each down stroke.

 

“Tab… by… I… oh, Merlin…”

 

“Come, Albus…” Minerva murmured around him as she pulled harder with her mouth.  “Come…”

 

“Min… I…”

 

“Give it to me…” Minerva told him as she put a little more pressure on his balls.  “Tabby wants your cream…”

 

“Oh… sh… Minerva!”  Albus shouted as he came, and his juices flew from his staff in pearly ropes.

 

~o~

 

“We must try harder!”  Albus slammed his hand down on the podium as despite his hard fought effort, a small but intense orgasm rushed over him.  ‘Min… erva…’ he thought as he tried to bite back a moan.  ‘Love, you are so going to pay for this when I get home.’

 

A residual shudder passed through his body.

 

‘Yes… most definitely.’

 

~o~

 

Minerva moaned softly and licked her lips.  ‘Too bad Albus was not here to enjoy that,’ she thought to herself as she reached out for her wine.  ‘It would have made for an interesting evening.’

 

She sipped her wine, enjoying the way the flavours of both her husband and the drink mixed then placed the glass back on the table before once again picking up her book.  Minerva glanced up at the clock on the mantel and sighed.

 

Tomorrow.

 

Albus would be home tomorrow.  And tomorrow… they would not need the wishers.

 

~o~

 

Minerva paced back and forth in front of the fireplace in Albus’ office.

 

The combination of the wishers and wine along with her memories of that one afternoon in Albus’ office, coupled with the romance novel she’d read until late into the night had left her feeling quite amorous.

 

“And very anxious for my husband to get home,” Minerva commented out loud and licked her lips.

 

“You have a one track mind,” a voice floated down to her from the wall.

 

Minerva looked up to see Armando Dippet smiling down at her from his portrait.  “What was that, Armando?”

 

“You have a one track mind when it comes to that husband of yours,” the former headmaster repeated then smiled affectionately at her.  “Then again, you always did where Albus was concerned.”

 

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Minerva smiled at the portrait as a blush crept over her cheeks.

 

“Armando!  Stop teasing the poor girl!”  Dilys Derwent spoke up.  “It is delightful to see such love in youngsters these days.”

 

Minerva couldn’t help but chuckle softly.  ‘Youngster indeed.’

 

“I know.  You are right, my dear.”  Armando bowed his head in Dilys’ direction then turned his attention back to Minerva.  “Forgive me, Professor.”

 

“Nothing to forgive,” Minerva replied as she glanced back at the fireplace then turned a grin up to the portrait.  “You’re right.  I do have a one track mind when it comes to my husband.”

 

Armando laughed, joined by a few other paintings.  At that moment, the fireplace flared to life and seconds later, Albus stepped out of the green flames.

 

“Speaking of!”  Minerva’s grin grew wider at the sight of her husband, and she quickly stepped over to him and into his arms.  “Welcome home, my l… mmm…”

 

Her greeting was cut off by Albus’ lips covering hers in a hungry kiss.  Minerva moaned as he enveloped her in his arms, pulling her body flush against his.  She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers delving into the thick white locks of his hair as she responded eagerly.

 

Albus held Minerva close and thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, exploring the hot, sweet cavern with a voracious appetite.  As they kissed, Albus began to slowly walk them backwards, guiding her away from the fireplace.  He brought his hands up to gently pull Minerva’s hands from his hair, and laced their fingers together as he lowered them to their sides.

 

Minerva felt the marble column in the middle of Albus’ office against her back but paid it little attention as Albus pressed his body tightly to hers.  She moaned into his mouth at the feel of his arousal through his robes, pressing against her centre. 

 

Minerva was so lost in Albus’ kiss that she did not realize that he was slowly raising their hands above their heads.  It wasn’t until Albus broke off the kiss and stepped away did she realized that he had somehow managed to tie her to the column.

 

“Albus?  What… what are you…?”

 

“Ssh…” Albus laid his finger against his wife’s lips.

 

“Albus!  Untie me at once!”

 

“Oh no,” Albus smiled at his wife, his blue eyes sparkling brilliantly.

 

“No?”  Minerva arched an eyebrow.  Accio…”

 

“Ah, ah, ah…” Albus pressed his fingers to her lips again.  “None of that now.”  He smiled, and traced her lips with his index finger as he began to speak in a soft voice.  “Yesterday, while giving my speech at the wizarding conference, I felt the oddest sensation.”

 

Minerva’s eyes widened.

 

Albus nodded when he saw this.  “That’s correct.  I felt the unmistakable caress of a Weasley’s Wisher.”

 

“Oh no…”

 

“Oh yes,” Albus replied.  “At first I thought to myself that my wife would not do that to me… not in the middle of a speech that she knew I did not want to give,” he paused and stilled his finger once again on her lips.  “But then the caresses continued…”

 

“Uhm, I believe that is our cue to leave,” Armando’s voice drifted down from the wall.  “Come along people… let’s leave the two lovebirds alone.”

 

“Oh, Albus… I… I didn’t know.”  Minerva told him once all the former headmasters and headmistresses had vacated their paintings.  “I swear to you!  I thought being in London, you would be too far away to feel the effects, especially after I did not feel anything Friday night.”

 

“I did not bring any of the wishers with me,” Albus told her then smiled.  “The temptation to tease you with them is too great.”

 

Minerva couldn’t help but smile at that then frowned.  “But I saw you put your candy bag in your pocket.”

 

“Just Sherbet Lemons, my dear.  Just Sherbet Lemons,” he said and dropped his hand as he began to slowly walk around her.  “After the speech, after I… came...” Albus stopped to meet her eyes.  “Yes, your ghostly loving made me come… after that, all I could think about… was how I was going to… repay… you for the pleasure you’d given me.”

 

“Albus…”

 

“All that afternoon, and all evening… my thoughts kept turning to you… and how I could show you… my appreciation…”

 

“Love, I…”

 

“And now…” Albus waved his hand and Minerva’s robes vanished.  He smiled at the sight of her naked body.  “Now, I believe is the time to show you… to demonstrate my appreciation.”

 

“Albus what are you…” Minerva’s voice trailed off and a low moan filled the office as Albus cupped her breasts in his hands.

 

“Such beautiful breasts,” Albus told her as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples.  “I thought to begin by kissing your breasts,” he said then bent to place a chaste kiss to each rosy tip before completely covering each mound with light airy kisses.  “And now… I am going to lick then suck both of these,” his thumbs ran over her ruched nipples, “delectable looking, berried nipples.”

 

“Al… bus…” Minerva’s breath caught in her throat as her husband followed through with his words and bent to take her right nipple between his lips.  She arched into him as his tongue swirled over the hard tip before he nipped it with his teeth.

 

Albus smiled around the stiff peak as he suckled forcefully, pulling as much of her breast into his mouth as he could before he abandoned the right nipple for the left.  He drew hard on the tip, pressing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue then swirling his tongue around the distended point.

 

Minerva closed her eyes then quickly opened them again when Albus released her nipple only to lift and push her breasts together then take both nipples between his lips.  “Mmm…” she moaned as Albus played his tongue over both aching tips.  “You are… mmm… definitely too talented with that tongue…”

 

Albus chuckled as he released both nipples with an audible pop then straightened up.  He was pleased to note that her emerald eyes had darkened, and that her breathing had grown laboured.

 

“This is only the beginning for what I have planned for you,” he told her in a husky voice.  “I am going to love you… like this… until you are hoarse from screaming your pleasure.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Oh yes,” Albus replied as his fingers began a slow journey down her stomach.  He stopped just above the line of dark curls then moved to her sides and trailed back up, dancing lightly over her underarms.  Albus chuckled when Minerva tried to squirm away.

 

“Albus!  That tickles!”  Minerva hissed and once again attempted to pull back from his teasing fingers.

 

With another soft laugh, Albus once again moved his fingers down over her stomach, drawing undefined patterns over her silky flesh.  “After suckling at your breasts… and touching you like this,” his fingers circled her navel, “I thought it only right to repay the favour you gave me…”

 

Minerva moaned his name when his fingers brushed through her quickly dampening curls.

 

“Would you like that, my love?  Would you like me to love you with my mouth?” Albus stepped closer to her, the front of his robes brushing over her highly sensitive nipples.  His hand slipped further between her thighs, his middle finger slipping up into her folds.  “You’re already so wet, Tabby…” he whispered in her ear as he moved the now wet digit up to circle the swollen nub.  “I love how wet I can make you…”

 

“…oooh…” Minerva whimpered and clenched her thighs around his hand when Albus once again slid his finger up into her sheath.  “Al…” he thrust his finger in and out of her, “…bus…”

 

Albus caught her lips in an ardent kiss and mimicked the moves of his finger with his tongue; both driving in and out of Minerva’s body and pushing her closer to the edge.  After several teasing minutes, Albus pulled his finger out of her and removed his hand from between Minerva’s thighs, despite her mewed protest.

 

“Patience, my dear…” Albus murmured as he broke off the kiss and brought his hand up.  With a finger wet with her juices, Albus painted Minerva’s lips.  “Don’t…” he whispered when he saw the tip of her tongue dart out.  “This is my treat… both your flavours…”

 

Minerva nodded slowly as he continued to coat her lips, the scent of her arousal wafting up her nostrils.  His clothed body still pressed tightly against hers, the heat from his body combined with the cool of the column at her back added to her mounting desire.

 

“My favourite flavour…” Albus murmured as he swooped down and caught her lips once again in a hungry kiss.  He groaned at the commingled flavours and kissed her harder as his hand once more returned to the juncture of her thighs.

 

Several long minutes passed as Albus kissed his wife with total abandon.  His fingers began to stroke her core, the long digits once again moving in time with the thrusting of his tongue.  He smiled against her mouth when he felt her inner muscles clench at his fingers and chuckled as he withdrew his fingers.

 

“Albus… don’t tease…” Minerva pulled her mouth away from his.

 

“Oh, but this is what this all about, my love.”  Albus told her as he circled her nipples with the fingers that were just inside her body.  “I told you… I’ve thought of nothing else since yesterday afternoon…” he dipped his head and flicked his tongue against her glistening nipple.  “Yesterday was your day to tease…”

 

“I told you… I…” Minerva gasped as he caught her nipple between his fingers and began to roll the hard point.  “Albus…”

 

“I know, my love…” Albus said and lowered his head to her breast as he raised it to his mouth.  He suckled the sensitive nub for only a second before his lips began to travel down her stomach.  “But that does not negate the fact that I was teased with your touch… at a most inopportune time.”

 

Before Minerva realized it, Albus was on his knees in front of her, his eyes focused on the apex of her thighs.  A rush of moisture flowed to her centre when she watched his tongue dart out to lick his lips.  All of a sudden, Minerva was filled with the desire to see her husband in all his glory.  She closed her eyes, and whispered a quick spell.

 

“I was wondering how long it would take you,” Albus chuckled as she opened her eyes.

 

Minerva smiled at the sight of him; his naked body revealed to her hungry eyes.  Albus was in fabulous shape.  A fact which his robes hid from the rest of the world, and something Minerva was pleased was her privilege alone to see.

 

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun,” Minerva told him as she reached out with her foot to trace his erection with her toes.

 

“None of that,” Albus said as he caught her foot and put it back on the floor.  “Now… where was I?”  He murmured and let his gaze drift up, stopping when he came to the dark, glistening curls.  “Ah yes…”

 

Minerva watched as Albus leaned closer and bit her lip in anticipation of what she knew was coming then gasped when she felt his teeth on her inner thigh.  “Albus!”

 

Albus nibbled on the creamy flesh, leaving small marks on each thigh before he shifted closer and rubbed his crooked nose against her curls.  He inhaled deeply, letting the scent of her arousal permeate his entire being then flicked his tongue out against her curls, catching a hint of her flavour on the tip of his tongue.  He shifted closer and maneuvered Minerva’s legs up so that they were draped over his upper arms and shoulders; his arms curled around her thighs.

 

Expecting his next move to be his mouth on her, Minerva was surprised when Albus sat back slightly.

 

Accio wisher!”  Albus called out suddenly.

 

One of the small wishers flew across the room from the dish on Albus’ desk and landed in his hand.  He glanced up at Minerva and gave her a broad smile then popped the candy into his mouth.

 

Despite knowing what to expect, Minerva couldn’t help but gasp at the ghostlike touch that caressed her swollen folds.

 

“Now… is when the fun starts,” Albus told her as his fingers pulled her open.  He couldn’t stop the appreciative moan at the sight of her glistening pink flesh, and gave a hard suck on the candy.

 

Oooh…” Minerva gasped again, her hips instinctively moving into the ghostly caress.

 

Albus grinned.  He moved the wisher so that it was beneath his tongue and leaned in closer.

 

“Albus!”  Minerva exclaimed when she felt his tongue run up the length of her sex; the combination of the wisher and the touch of his tongue sending incredible sensations shooting through her body.  “Oh… mer…”

 

As Albus thrust his tongue into his wife’s sheath, he focused his thoughts on her pearl.  In his mind, his tongue and lips played over the sensitive bundle of nerves.  His teeth nipped gently at the hard nub…

 

“Ooh… oh yes… Albus…” Minerva’s head fell back against the column and she closed her eyes as the double attack on her core pushed her beyond anything she’d ever felt before.  “Mmm… Albus…”

 

Albus circled the entrance to her centre with his tongue before he gave her sex another long lick from bottom to top, stopping to take her clit between his lips.  As he sucked and twirled his tongue around the sensitive flesh, Albus focused his thoughts on licking and nibbling all of his wife’s mons.

 

“Al… Albus… please… I…” Minerva shook her head, overwhelmed with the sensations.  “I can’t… love, please…”

 

“Mmm…” Albus murmured as he slowly kissed his way down, and once again began to plunge his tongue into her.  “Come for me, love…” he said in between thrusts.  “Come… let go…”

 

“Oh… Al… bus…” Minerva’s hands clenched above her head as the waves of sensation began to swell within her.  Before long, she was crying out her husband’s name as she arched against the column, lifting her hips against him as she was lost in the maelstrom of her orgasm.  “ALBUS!”

 

Albus groaned as her juices flowed into his mouth, the candy dissolving as he consumed the honeyed nectar.  “Heavenly,” he murmured as he delved his tongue in as deep as he could, coaxing more of her essence into his mouth.  “Just heavenly.”

 

They were both surprised when Minerva’s body suddenly went taut, and a loud keen tore from her throat as another strong orgasm rushed over her.  Her legs locked around Albus’ head as her hips bucked against his face.

 

Albus hungrily lapped as another deluge of Minerva’s juices surged forth, drenching the lower half of his face.  His hands tightened around her legs, holding her in place while he continued to feast on her.  When Minerva’s body finally relaxed, Albus gave her sex one last lingering kiss then released her legs and sat back on his haunches.

 

“Oh, Merlin… Albus…” Minerva gasped as she panted hard for breath.  “That was… oooh… that was incredible.”

 

“Thank you, my dear.”  Albus grinned up at his wife as he knelt before her, his lips and the hair around his mouth glistening.  He licked his lips and moaned.  “Mmm… you were incredible as well.”

 

“Does this mean you will untie me now?”  Minerva asked and glanced up to where her hands were secured with a silk scarf to the column in Albus’ office.

 

Albus sat back on his haunches and let his eyes drift up his wife’s naked body.  He smiled at the half dozen love bites he could see marring the perfect flesh of her inner thighs, and the dark curls glistening with the evidence of her recent release.  Albus licked his lips, once again tasting his wife as he continued his visual journey. 

 

Minerva’s breasts, which thanks to her arms being secured high above her head were thrust out proudly, full and round; the nipples on both drawn into tight, dark red tips.  Her normally pale skin was flushed, the pink stain of passion covering her chest and arrowing down her stomach.

 

She was, in a word… “Glorious,” Albus murmured.  He reached out and traced a long finger down the centre of her body from between her breasts to the top of the nest of black curls covering her sex.  “Will I untie you now?”  Albus repeated her question in a thoughtful voice as he gave a gentle tug to a curl of hair.  “I don’t know…”

 

“Albus…”

 

“You do make a rather enticing picture,” his fingers began to slowly brush through the soft hair.

 

“…Albus… please…” Minerva begged then moaned as he dragged his finger along the middle of her sex, the long digit slipping between the swollen folds in a come hither gesture.  Her hips pulsed towards him in an effort to prolong the contact.

 

Albus slipped the finger into his mouth.  “Yes,” he continued after sucking his finger clean, “a very enticing picture.”

 

Minerva stared down at him, her eyes dark with desire at the sight of his erection standing tall and proud against his belly.  “Albus… untie me… I want,” she licked her lips.  “I want to be with you…”

 

Albus slowly climbed to his feet then when he was standing before her, he grabbed a lock of his beard and held it much like a paint brush.  “Before I untie you,” he began to paint invisible lines over Minerva’s chest with the end of his whiskers, “I must know…” the hair circled her right breast in ever-smaller growing circles, “have you learned your lesson?”

 

“Yes…” Minerva gasped as he wisped the hair over her sensitive nipple.

 

“Good,” Albus nodded as he dropped his beard, and grasped her hips.  He lifted her into the air and stepped closer then in one smooth stroke, Albus sheathed his arousal within her slick heat.

 

Minerva moaned, her inner walls immediately clenching around his thick shaft.  “Although you have to admit, even though it wasn’t intentional,” she whispered in a husky voice as she wrapped her legs around his hips.  “It was rather fun…”

 

Albus grinned.  “Yes.  Yes it was… as was this,” he licked his lips, her flavour still lingering. 

 

“I love when you love me that way,” Minerva told him.  “You are always so… thorough.”

 

Albus chuckled.  “Anything worth doing, is worth doing well.  And you, my love, are worth doing.”

 

Minerva shook her head then tightened her legs around his waist and drew him closer.  “Am I worth doing now?”

 

“Most definitely,” Albus smiled and thrust his hips against her.  His hands onto her hips held her as he plunged into her again and again; drawing almost completely out of her then driving back deep inside.

 

“Mmm… oh yes…” Minerva moaned and tightened her inner muscles around his thrusting member in time with each of his strokes.  His beard abraded her nipples and Minerva couldn’t help but rub them even harder against the fine hair.  “…Albus…”

 

As he continued to thrust into her, Albus looked over at his desk, held out his hand and called out, “Accio wisher!”

 

For the second time that afternoon, one of the hard, little green candies, flew across the room and into his hand.  Albus turned to smile at Minerva then popped the candy into his mouth.

 

Minerva inhaled sharply as the wisher’s ghostlike touch joined the driving of Albus’ shaft into her centre.  With each thrust, there was a soft caress on her clit, and a shard of pleasure shot through her body.

 

“Show off…” she said breathlessly as he thrust again.  Minerva tugged at the scarf holding her hands up above her head, only mildy surprised that her arms had not fallen asleep on her, in an effort to free them.  “Albus… untie my hands…”

 

Albus shook his head.  “Oh no… not yet…”

 

“Please… I want to touch you…”

 

“Not just yet, my love.”  Albus told her then swooped in to catch her lips in a fervent kiss.

 

As her tongue chased Albus’ back into his mouth she felt the wisher float between them, and sucked it back into her mouth.

 

“Minerva!”  Albus broke out of the kiss to gasp his wife’s name at the dual sensation he felt on his throbbing manhood.

 

“Two can play this game,” she told him and gave a hard draw on the candy.

 

Albus groaned at the phantom touch on his tightening sacs and with a growl of her name, he once again caught her lips in a feral kiss.

 

The wisher moved back and forth between their mouths, the flavour changing with each tongue that touched it until finally it was captured between the two muscles.  They moaned together as the sensations from each of their thoughts came through simultaneously, electrifying them both.

 

Albus’ hands tightened their grip on Minerva’s hips as he began plunge with more determination into her.  He alternated between long, deep, penetrating thrusts, and short, shallow, fast strokes.

 

Still they kissed… the wisher trapped between their tongues, their hips moving frantically with and against each other as the strove for that one moment in time and space when their souls merged in utter ecstasy.

 

Just as the wisher melted away, Albus and Minerva broke out of the kiss and cried out their pleasure as their orgasms exploded over them.  Wave after wave of intoxicating sensations buffeted their bodies; spreading warmth and satisfaction.

 

Albus buried his face in his wife’s neck as he continued to thrust into her, grinding his pelvis against hers in an effort to prolong her orgasm.  He was shocked when, with the clutch and pull of her inner muscles, he peaked again.  A low groan sounded in the back of his throat as he released more of his juices into Minerva’s body.

 

Minerva moaned at the feel of Albus’ seed once more pounding her womb, and locked her legs around his erratically thrusting hips.  She fought against the silk scarf once again in an attempt to free her hands; wanting desperately to touch her husband.  “Albus…” she panted.  “…love… my hands…”

 

Albus lifted his head, mumbled a quick spell, and Minerva’s hands fell gracefully to his shoulders.  He smiled at her when he felt her fingers thread into his hair and pull his mouth to hers.  As they kissed, they slowly slid down to the floor of Albus’ office.  When they were down, Albus twisted and pinned Minerva beneath him.

 

“I do hope, my dear professor…” Albus broke off the kiss and loomed over Minerva.  “That you have learned your lesson after this.”

 

“Oh I have, Headmaster.” Minerva pushed his hair out of his face.  “The next time I wish to get into a sticky situation like this with you… I’ll know just what to do.”

 

Albus couldn’t help but laugh and began to tickle his wife.  “You minx!”

 

“We’ve been through this before…” Minerva gasped between peals of laughter.  “…I’m not a minx…”

 

“Tabby!”  They cried out together. 

 

“And don’t you forget it!”  Minerva’s green eyes sparkled up at him.

 

“Yes, ma’am!”  Albus grinned then buried his face in Minerva’s neck and began to nibble on her creamy skin.

 

“Albus…” Minerva moaned.  “You can’t be…” she arched her head back to give him more access, “…you can’t be ready again already…”

 

“No… I’m not…” Albus murmured against her throat.  “You’d feel it if I was, my love.”  He circled his hips against hers.  “But that does not mean that I cannot… continue to love you in other ways…”

 

“You’ve already done that…” Minerva began to purr.  “And quite wonderfully I might add.”

 

Albus grinned as he bit and sucked at the spot just behind her ear.

 

“So…” Minerva stroked her hands up his sweaty back, “why don’t we move this to the bedroom… where we can rest some, and then you can continue to… punish me?”

 

Albus lifted his head and gazed into her eyes.  “I do believe that that is a marvelous suggestion, my dear.”

 

“I thought you might like that,” Minerva smiled.

 

Albus returned her smile then brushed a gentle kiss over her lips before he shifted and withdrew from her body.

 

Minerva whimpered softly when she felt Albus slip out of her, and shivered at the loss of warmth as he pushed his body up off of hers.  She gladly grabbed the hand he held out to her, and allowed Albus to help her to her feet.

 

Albus swept Minerva up into his arms, and immediately began to walk towards the spiral stairs leading up to their bedroom.  “You do know,” Albus told her as he slowly climbed the stairs, “that this is only a short reprieve.”

 

“Oh, I know…” Minerva told her husband as she scrunched the silk scarf into her fist, and gave Albus a brilliant smile.  “Believe me… I know…”

 

~finis

 

 

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