For all his escapades with mortals and other gods, Zeus knew that none of them could instill the fire in him that Hera could. Every pant from her gorgeous lips, every look from her heated eyes, every tremble of her perfect body only served to arouse the king of the gods further. A small electric hum rose in his ears, his body's heat rising and surging as he felt her tighten and grow even more tight around him. He thrust in flush against her as she pulled him down, his hips flat against hers, thumb pinned but still moving between their bodies. He barely had time to register her heated words before she was kissing him, and he eagerly reciprocated, his tongue thrusting against hers as his hands both lifted to hold her face, to clutch at her jaw and hair and neck as passion overrode his senses. The taste of her had his pulse hammering, so familiar and sweet, his length aching and throbbing with his need for her.<br/><br/>All at once his hands dropped away, down her body to her legs. He grasped her knees and lifted them, not sharply but up to his waist, his toes digging into the bed. He sank into her another half-inch, pushing deeper the higher he lifted her legs, the deeper he angled her sex to take him. Even pressed against her flush as he was he began to move, minute, desperate thrusts and rocks that stirred his length in and out of her, the noises it made wet and loud. He broke from their heated kiss to groan aloud, sitting up halfway over her and hooking his elbow beneath one of her legs to lift it even higher. It had been a technique one of his more recent lovers had shown him, a way to utilize every inch of his body and hers, and he had taken to it with a gusto.<br/><br/>Moans and gasps spilled out of him with every thrust, his body curling up over hers so he could thrust deeper without having to move too far away from her. "My Hera, my queen, my love, oh, oh, Hera," he moaned again and again, her name a chant on his lips. He lowered himself to kiss her one last time, deep and needy and fierce, before he sat up to focus utterly on movement. His head bowed to watch himself disappear in and out of her, a sight he had always deeply enjoyed in the most primal sense, and the hand not hooked under her leg reached up to grasp her shoulder, to pull her harder down against his thrusts. Every movement brought him closer and closer to his own end, and his eyes closed entirely as the pleasure mounted. His pace increased with every thrust, his voice twisting higher and heavier as his entire body coiled and ached and burned for release--<br/><br/>All at once his spine curled and he pulled her hard onto his member, shoving himself flush against her and shivering from head to toe. "Hera!" he cried, his eyes turning to her face as climax burned through him and his seed burst within her, as deeply as he could plant it, every burst sending an electric thrill down his spine and through his entire body. He moaned again and again, lowering slowly over her as he emptied himself within his wife, both hands lifting to her cheeks as he kissed her and rocked his hips and came slowly down.