Excess of love

In all my years as teacher I have never experienced anything like that. We must take in a ministry worker as teacher. You can't tell me that she'll be admitted because she follows the guidelines. She will spy on us and hinder us to tell our students the truth about Lord Voldemort's return.

Albus knows that. He just shrugs his shoulders when I try to talk about it. I notice how he ponders over it and how much it tortures him to be cold and distant towards Harry. He thinks it's for Harry's protection. But he's not really convinced himself.

Yesterday evening was worst. Harry had had detention with Professor Umbridge because he had talked about Voldemort's return in her class. For a long time my lover sat in his office. Many of the old headmasters regarded him with sad and sympathetic glances. When I came up to his chair Albus got up and embraced me passionately.

His kisses, with which he covered my face, were passionate. I only perceived his mouth. His tongue caressed my lips and tickled my tongue. Then his mouth walked down my neck to where my pulse lay between neck and shoulder. Softly he started to suck there. My knees gave way and I would have collapsed if he had not held me. The breath escaped from my lungs in short gasps. I was excited and ready.

Suddenly Albus lifted me and sat me down on his desk. His hands stroked my back, opened my bun and smooth the hair. All of a sudden he lost his control, he grabbed my blouse and tore it open. The buttons flew in all directions. I observed their flight because I couldn't look Albus in the eye any more. There I had seen a tumult of strong feelings which made me anxious. Now everything I could do for him, was to be there when he needed me. His hands … no, his whole body was fever-hot. He pushed my skirt up around my hips.

I was entranced by the thought that he would simply take me to relieve his internal torture. Only concentrated upon his own satisfaction. Not thinking of the other. My eyes met his. Albus was thinking of the others. He tried to escape his worries in my arms. Instinctively I opened my thighs for him. I laid my arms around him and pulled Albus softly to myself. He opened his trousers and entered me.

It was a torture and pleasure at the same time to be filled by him completely. He was a little too large for me. With every thrust he brought me to the border between desire and pain. Again and again Albus brought me to this border without pushing me over it. At the beginning I tried to resist him, tried to make him more affectionate. When I wanted to embrace his nape with my arms, he grabbed my wrists. He leant upon me and made me lie down on the writing surface of his desk. Now I stopped to fight him.

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Afterwards we both lay exhausted on the desk. Albus was the first to move. He just wanted to free himself of me and excuse himself, however, I did not want to hear his excuse. I pulled him back softly and wrapped my arms and legs round him. Softly I rocked him and spoke endearment quietly. My husband had always had an oversized heart with an excess in love.