He grunted when he felt her breath on his ear, and he bit harder in retaliation, hard enough to leave an obvious mark on her lovely pale flesh. Still, it did what she wanted it to do. He lifted his head, one hand lifting to grasp her chin and jaw. "Hera," he moaned, and kissed her, swollen lip to swollen lip and bruisingly hard. Zeus moaned against her lips and broke with a gasp, sitting up over her entirely. He slid his knees beneath her hips and one arm lifted her waist, adjusting the angle of his penetration so he could thrust and fill his wife more deeply. Every pump of his hips seemed to fill her further, his manhood expanding with every stroke and push until no inch of her sex was left unfilled and untouched.<br/><br/>The entire time he moaned over her, jaw slack and eyes on her face or her bouncing chest or her trembling belly. He slapped loudly and aggressively against her, his hips flush to hers every time he impaled her. His other hand reached up to squeeze and tug at her thick brown curls, forcing her to look back at him, to keep her face trained on his, but after a moment he let go and slid it down instead. His hand flattened over the mound of her sex, his thumb at her nub, rubbing and stroking and teasing as he pounded against her. Zeus leaned down to press his forehead to hers, thrusting even faster as he gasped and moaned. "Tell me, my queen," he whispered between exhalations, "have you ever felt so good alone? Has your bed ever felt so warm as when I am in it with you? Oh, Hera, Hera, my wife, my love, how I missed you, how I need you, Hera, Hera, Hera...!"