Dear gods, Hera had almost forgotten just how much she had missed this. Desperate moans escaped her throat, building and begging for the release only he could give her. When his tongue thrust deeper into her, she first bit her lip, attempting to stifle the cry that threatened to arise from her. Ultimately, she failed, and her voice rose a good octave as she squirmed and undulated against his lips and skilled tongue. Her cheeks rosy and flushed, her eyes fluttered closed as she basked in his attention, his admittance of loving the way she tasted upon his tongue. A breathy chuckle left her lips, one of her hands wandering into his hair.<br/><br/>"I'll be sure to return the favor, after all, I think I could do with a reminder of yours," was all she managed to say before a shudder wracked her body.<br/><br/>Uttering fervent encouragements of his teasing of her clit, Hera's legs trembled. Her heart rate quickened ever more as he added fingers into his play of stimulation, and she found she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from begging him right then and there for release. No, she wanted to make this last. She wanted to be given every bit of pleasure she was denied in her absence from her husband. And there was a distinct pleasure to be had in the steady building up of pressure, of all her senses continually begging and seeking the final tug that would unravel any thread of control she might have. Yet, just as she had expected, his mouth and fingers left her almost as soon as her pleasure had been nearing its peak. She opened her eyes and glanced up to see him lapping her essence clean from his fingers. Then he removed his pants.<br/><br/>"Was that for me?" she inquired teasingly. "Or do you simply not find modern undergarments to your liking?"<br/><br/>For a moment, she wondered if he was somewhat larger than before, not that her husband had been unimpressive in size. She had never had reason to complain on that account, not on length or girth. He had always filled her fully. Yet perhaps his current reputation among mortals had had some...interesting effects on him. She fleetingly thought of taking him into her mouth right then, to give him an equal share of the enjoyment. But then she recalled that this was for her pleasure. To make up for what he had not been able to grant her. And so she smiled contentedly and allowed him to greedily smooth his hands over her body. She kissed him with just as much fervor, arms wrapping around him as their lips toyed with each other in the way that only experienced lovers could. She knew just how to tease him to make him steal her breath away and she could taste herself on his tongue, his lips. Yet she did not find the taste unpleasant. She never had, not when her husband was involved. She nearly sighed in disappointment when he left her bereft of his mouth on hers until she felt his length brush against her, his hips rocking against hers, and her breath caught in her throat.<br/><br/>"The King of the Gods begging, what ever have I done to deserve such an honor?" Hera giggled, thought it quickly turned into another mess of moans as he filled her to the brim.<br/><br/>Her legs locked around his hips within the first few thrusts and she swiftly joined him in what had become a familiar, but no less thrilling rhythm of rocking hips and urgent moans. The latter would crescendo into a chorus of begging the nearer he brought her to the brink. How many times had she pleasured herself with the memory of him on top of her like this? How many times had she tried to convince herself it was one in the same and that moments like this could be accomplished on her own? Nothing could compare to having her husband's voice hot in her ear and his lips delivering bruising kisses to her flesh. Nor to his fingers gripping her hair or the feel of raking her nails down his back and shoulders in the hopes of hastening the journey to peak arousal. Yet Hera could have down without him trying to mute himself. She wanted to hear his pleasure as much as her own, to hear the effect her body had on him. She turned her head just enough to blow into his ear in the hopes that he would raise his head and relinquish his hold on attempted silence.