Love is a Deep Cavern

I thrust up into her erotically and tenderly, thrusting at a slow pace for a few minutes before I pause for a rest, revelling in the feeling of her warm pussy. The intense feeling of my cock within her pussy overwhelms me and I begin to increase my speed and intensity, lusting for more and more of her lovely vagina. I thrust into her, kissing her on the lips passionately until I can't take any more. I begin to ejaculate powerfully inside of her, filling her with my semen. I continue to piston my ejaculating cock in and out of her until my contractions subside before I withdraw my semen-soaked erection from her wet pussy.

"I don't want to starve to death," whispers Trish, "I want to die with you. I want to die together. What if I live longer than you or you live longer than me? It would be too hard. Do you want to drown ourselves together?" asks Trish, now crying for love and pain.

"I would do it for you, Trish," I say, now crying, "If it comes to that."

Trish and I swim in the warm water again, washing off before getting a few hours sleep on the rock cave floor. We waken and talk about life and the world, sharing the things we most want to say. She tells me about the pains of her past and about the glories she's known on earth. I tell her the same and we finally reach contentment.

We try desperately to catch fish with our knives but exhaust our air supplies quickly, after only a few hours. We had to try while our bodies still had energy.

We continue warming ourselves in the pool, in our romantic cave for a full three days before we are weak and starving. We have not had food or water for four days. We finally lie down on the cold, rock cave floor, exhausted, but manage to hold hands as we lay, staring at the ceiling, licking our parched lips. "Now?" asks Trish. "Should we do it now?"
I nod silently and Trish and I slowly help each other up before walking to the pool holding hands. We stand, crying and heaving in our chests. We kiss again: a sweet, simple, I-love-you peck and we jump into the pool. We stare at each other, treading water, crying, hugging, and procrastinating before our malnourished arms quickly tire.

I see Trish rise, fill her cheeks, and hold her breath. I also fill my cheeks and we descend beneath the clear, cave water. We allow ourselves to descend to the bottom of the clear pool, a good twenty feet beneath the surface and stand on the slimy, rocky surface.

I stand on the bottom, facing Trish, and hold both of her hands in mine. She hugs me and we hold each other tightly until our natural breath expires and our bodies begin to convulse. After many horrifying moments of anguish, Trish smiles at me, a long, I'll never forget you smile, before she goes limp in my struggling arms. I fight through my own impending death, now paining every cell in my body, and kiss her on the forehead. Goodnight my sweet bride, I think. My mind begins to blacken and I feel my hands go limp. Our bodies fall, lifeless, to the clear, cave floor as our mouths open, allowing our lungs to fill with suffocating water. With spiritual strength I force my eyes to open one last time, to steal, if I may, one last visual marvel and memory of Earth; that I may gather a final glimpse of the world's most beautiful woman: my new bride, and possibly pregnant, loving wife.