Zeus had always been swift at removing her clothes to say the least, and the additional clasps and fastenings of modern attire apparently didn't hinder that. That impressed her. She reveled in his moans and passionate whispers. Maybe she was greedy, but she loved to hear of his need for her. She let out a small laugh at the mention of his mouth. Oh, she knew well what he was capable of, and it made her wet just thinking about it. With each discarded garment, her anticipation grew and she knew she was glad they had opted to do this at her place, as she would likely end up testing the sound-blocking limits of the walls. Hera watched as his lips descended down her body, shuddering with pleasure at every pause, every bruising nip in just the right place to make her breath catch in her throat. She threaded her fingers through his hair, nails grazing his scalp, anything to keep touching him as he devoted attention to her pleasure.<br/><br/>A wide grin played across her lips when he playfully shoved her onto the bed to feel the smooth sheets against her skin. She remembered this very well. Hera had to chuckle as she watched him navigate his belt and pants, propping her head up on her shoulder. Briefly she wondered if her husband actually wore any underwear underneath. It would have surprised her if he hadn't. Underwear had not been much of a thing in the ancient world. Upon feeling herself under her husband's lustful gaze, she just had to show off, just a little bit. She smirked as she presented him with a small stretch that delicately arched her back and a caress of her own shoulder, the gold of her necklace cold against her flushed skin. It had never bothered her to have sex while still wearing her jewelry.<br/><br/>"I suppose lust goes hand-in-hand with marriage, or at least I should hope so," she murmured, though her words turned into soft moans the moment he put his mouth on her breasts. Gods, how often she had imagined his lips upon her flesh. She had always loved the attention he devoted to them, the nipping and tugging that made her eyelids flutter in contentment. Hera ran her hands through her curls, the fire in her veins burning ever hotter. With each lowered inch of that last pesky piece of fabric and every descending kiss, she felt yet another yearning throb between her thighs. She writhed beneath his lips the closer he got to that lower region of her body. When his tongue brushed against that sensitive little nub that marked his destination, she gasped and closed her eyes with pleasure.<br/><br/>"You're right, this is a good use for your mouth," she playfully remarked as another surge of sensation coursed through her and one her hands had to reach out and grip a handful of her comforter.