His mind was full of the image of her stretching as he reached the mound between her legs, his hands smoothing down her legs to push them wide open. The play of gold against pale skin, the swell of her chest, the coy look in her eye--she knew exactly how to make Zeus think of nothing but her, of no other woman but his wife. At least for a time. He looked up at her as his tongue finally touched her sex, a slow lick up and across the folds and lines of her, and her comment made him chuckle. "I'm so glad we agree." His hands lifted to either side of her nether lips, carefully pulling them apart so the next pass of his tongue could press deeper, down into the warm, wet, pinkness of her. He lapped from entrance to nub, drawing out the texture of his tongue against her body, his eyes rolling back a little as he drew clear again. "I missed the taste of you," he told her, his voice low, his cheeks flushed with his need.<br/><br/>His head bowed back down to wrap both lips tightly around her clit, suckling and teasing at it, softly at first but harder and harder the longer he stayed. A pair of fingers caressed her folds again, the tips of each probing and teasing her entrance before he pushed them inside, easing his digits deeply up and inside of his wife. He pumped them in and out, curling them forward against her walls, the wetness leaking out of her making each thrust easy. He toyed with her, teased his goddess, listened to her voice as she breathed and moaned beneath him. Zeus lifted his head with a gasp, his fingers curling deep within her before he pulled them free. He inspected the wet that clung to them, the lines of moisture that connected them, then sucked both clean, his eyes traveling up Hera's body to her face.<br/><br/>Zeus stood, his pants falling free, leaving him nude before her. The guess she'd made had been correct--no underwear covered him, his manhood hanging heavy and tumescent with need. He crawled up over her, his hands sliding greedily up along her hips, her waist, her sides. He seized her beneath her arms and lifted her more onto the bed, his lips covering hers, kissing her with a deep, forceful lust. He pressed himself down over her, moaning against her lips as he felt her soft form press back against him. The kiss broke but he barely lifted his head, his forehead pressed to hers, his eyes swirling like dark stormclouds. "Hera," he whispered, his length pressed flush against her sex, his hips rocking and grinding needily against hers. "Hera, my wife, my love, come to me," he begged, and reached down to adjust himself, the next rock of his hips thrusting his length inside her. He pushed until he was flush against her body, buried in his entirety, his breath coming shallow and quick. He cradled her head, fingers curling tight in her brown hair as he began to thrust and rock against her, moaning low and urgent and deeply as he pressed his face into her neck to muffle his voice and bite her anew.