Beautifully 'til the morning light

The sun poked its being over the forested horizon. Rays sparkled through the front window of the cabin, adding a peppered light to the artificially illuminated interior. No one turned off the lamps the night before, because everyone had simply forgotten. It was understandable, and the sun forgave their environmental transgression after coming to terms with the scene unfolding before its presence.

"Keeping fucking me Zack, fuck, don't stop, don't ever stop, you can't stop," Taylor slurred. Eyes fluttering shut, she could barely keep his pace as he rammed into her from above. God he felt so strong, as strong as the first time.

And the second.

And the third.

And... shit, what number was she on again?

"Tay..." he coughed, somewhere between a growl and whine. "I'm... it's... again! Fuck!"

"Please." Spit bubbled at the corner of her mouth. "Please, I need your love."

Zack trembled, that all-too familiar rush rampaging through him. Her pussy squelched around him, the result of their endless coupling.

He should be long dead. Twice with Ashley, and at least twice with Taylor in the same night was something that would drive even Superman to envy. Really, both of them should be, as Taylor had at least twice as many orgasms. After each time though, a new **** would propel them, and before they knew it the edge would be in sight again. It was almost as if they so desperately wanted to make up for lost time, rectifying the many opportunities missed because of the taboo of ****.

Never again, they thought in synchronicity. They loved each other, and this was the purest form of its expression. Nothing could end what they had started.

Not even biology it seemed. To them anyway. The flowers outside knew better.

"Tay... oh god, Taylor!"

"Yes! Yes, please Zack!"

He exploded, powerful belches draining into her. She felt nourished once more, sated with her lover's precious essence that she so heavily guarded. He collapsed, draping his spent body over hers as one would a security blanket over a scared child. He would protect her, and she would protect him.

The sun sanctioned their dreamless sleep with a bright tickle over their union, then cascaded itself across the meadow. The flowers acquiesced to an implicit order, and wilted. A gust shredded their petals, revealing their seeded bulbs underneath. Another gust roared, and those too were gone with the wind. With their existence erased, the sun reaffirmed its presence, and a new morning dawned.