Sebastian laughed when the angel begged him to get ‘it’ out of her.  Her innocence and her optimism were really quite delightful.  Did she truly think that he’d come this far just to spare her now?  His entire body burned with sexual hunger, and he had no intention of denying himself the release that it craved.  Then Sebastian’s laughter turned to an ecstatic moan as Eliana wriggled beneath him.  Although she was probably just trying to adjust to the engorged mass of flesh that had invaded her, her squirming had the unintended side effect of rubbing her body against his all the right spots.  “You feel so good,” Sebastian purred.  “A perfect fit, like God made you for me to fuck.”<br/><br/>And that was exactly what he began to do.  Slowly moving his hips, Sebastian started pumping his member inside Eliana.  At the same time, he lowered his body so that it pressed firmly down against hers like a warm and fleshy weight.  This full contact allowed Sebastian to savor every tiny movement the angel made.  Each shudder, each gasp, each trembling breath -- it all felt like a wonderful caress against his skin.  Lashing out with his tongue, he swept it across her face, devouring all her delicious tears.<br/><br/>As he became more aroused, Sebastian pounded into the angel with increasing speed and strength, until the bed was creaking beneath them.  Each time she arched her back, it crushed her soft breasts against his chest.  And the way that her hands gripped the sheets, as if afraid she might be thrown from the bed if she didn’t hang on, was absolutely mesmerizing.  Prying her fingers from the fabric, Sebastian forced them to wrap around his own hands instead.  He wanted to feel each desperate squeeze.  By this point, he was rapidly approaching his climax, but he held off for a little while longer, wanting to see if Eliana could be brought to an orgasm of her own.