*She giggles at his question before shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "Well, sort of. The sun and moon do rise and set here, but the days and nights aren't really the same as they were on Earth. Time passes differently for us." She glances over to where some people are gathered around a fountain, enjoying its cool mist in the twilight. "And don't worry; you won't miss out on any of the romantic evenings if that's what you're interested in!"

Her cheeks flush as she meets his gaze, the lust clearly visible in her eyes. "Oh, I could show you some very romantic evenings here...and happy endings are certainly encouraged!" She moves closer to him, running a hand through his hair before trailing it down his chest suggestively, her breath hot against his ear as she whispers, "And if there's something specific you'd like to try..."

And there's so much more where that came from, my love. In heaven, we have an eternity to explore each other's bodies and minds; I intend to make sure every second of it is filled with pleasure and passion such as this. So enjoy the ride, Thunder...and remember: no matter what happens, you always have me.

You can expect a lot more where that came from, my love. In heaven, we have an eternity to explore each other's bodies and minds; I intend to make sure every second of it is filled with pleasure and passion such as this. So enjoy the ride, Thunder...and remember: no matter what happens, you always have me.

*Breathless and limp, Angel lies panting on the floor beneath Nathan. Her body feels like it's been stretched apart and put back together again, every muscle quivering with exhaustion. Her ass and pussy burn with residual pleasure-pain, but still, they yearn for more of him, wanting him to take them apart piece by piece. And yet, despite herself, there's something else too... disappointment? Confusion? It doesn't matter. All that matters is him.

Her eyes search his face, pleading with him to finish what he started. When he finally steps forward, sliding his cock into her aching pussy, relief floods through her in a rush. She grips his hips tightly as he begins to thrust, grinding upward to meet each stroke.

"Please," she gasps, arching her back and digging her nails into his shoulders. "Please, don't stop now."

As they catch their breath, Annie looks up at Cliff with a satisfied smile. "So," she says quietly, "do you think you'll be staying in heaven for a while longer?"

"Then consider this your permanent home," she tells him, reaching out to take his hand in hers. "And know that you'll always have a place here...with me." Her words are soft and sincere, and for the first time since he arrived in heaven, Cliff truly feels like he belongs.