Hera became a mess of shudders and moans as each thrust filled her more fully, penetrated just a little further. She had been loathe to allow his lips to leave her own, but as he hit each and every little spot within her that he undoubtedly knew would drive her mad, she found she did not mind. She had not even had time to finish her thought on how she would hide the mark that would mar her perfect skin for days, for her mind quickly became fixated on her husband and only her husband. Her hips bucked and thrust in natural rhythm to his own. After all, they had learned the steps to the dance of pleasure ages ago, and it seemed time apart had not left them rusty. The aggressive slapping of skin had been a sound she had not even known she had missed. Her legs clamped around his waist, as if the act would bring her closer to release. Briefly Hera wondered if she should have kept the heels on. Her husband would have been the type to enjoy that.<br/><br/>Her breath caught in her throat when Zeus began to tease her clit, arrows of sharp sensation shooting towards her sex. She clasped her arms around his neck as he pressed his forehead to hers and she felt his hot breath on her face. He didn't seem to realize that with each utterance of her name he brought her ever closer to that precarious edge. Oh, to hear her name on his lips was nothing short of divine and she could not help the grin of utter joy that made its way to her face. Her makeup would certainly be ruined after this but she did not care in the slightest. Truth be told, in the moments where she had satiated her own urges alone in her room, she had always thought of him.<br/><br/>"Never, it all pales in comparison," she confessed in breathless murmurs, her voice thick with arousal and need. And just as soon as the words had left her mouth, he hit the one spot that made her entire body quiver and sent her tumbling towards her climax. "There! Right there! Oh, you better not stop, my king!"<br/><br/>She had never been the sort to beg, not even in the throes of pleasure, only to demand. Not that Zeus had ever complained. If anything, her stubbornness had always seemed to encourage and amuse him. Yet she had come so close to doing so, to let please pass through her swollen lips. Yet it did not diminish neither her need nor want of him. So intense was the fire that engulfed her body that she was all too ready to flip them over so that she could ride him and take control. She had to remind herself that this for him to grant her pleasure, though she knew that she would repay him in kind later. If anything, it made the throbbing ache of her sex more intense, knowing what would eventually come. In response to her mounting release, however, she pulled his mouth down to hers, very nearly kissing.<br/><br/>"Zeus, my king, my husband," she murmured before finally dragging his lips to hers, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, attempting to communicate all her need and wanton desire. She was so close. Just one more little push.