He controls himself (until she's ready)

Adam froze as he heard her whispered plea. The effort it took not to drive deep into her was clearly visible on his face. Winlay would not have blamed him if he had ignored her last minute request and had thrust into her in an attempt to find release from the pressure, but he didn't. The iron will that allowed Adam to resist his urges even at the last second was intoxicating to Winlay, and her fleeting doubts faded.

"Please - be gentle." Her words were all the invitation Adam needed. He pressed slowly into her slick portal, breaking through that final barrier and sinking a few centimeters into her tight passage. Winlay knew that Adam was trying to be gentle, but she felt like a roasting bird on a spit as he slowly tore through the thin membrane that had been the evidence of her innocence. She could not help but cry out in pain, and as soon as Adam heard her sharp exclamation he paused until she could become more used to his length and thickness.

"Is this OK?" Adam clearly was trying to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for her, even if it decreased the pleasure he was feeling. Winlay wondered if it would have been better for both to have him thrust deep into her with one sharp thrust, instead of the prolonged push that wedged her open for two full agonizing seconds? Even as she dismissed the thought as pointless, she realized that the shooting pain that she had felt upon entry was now being replaced by a stronger need.

"Oh yes!" she gasped through clenched teeth "Don't stop, Xelta please don't stop!" In an attempt to reinforce her words she rocked her hips - although she cried out softly even as she urged him to continue. Adam grunted in relief and sank deep into her, then set to work to completely deflower her with long smooth strokes that made her whimper in a combination of pain and need. As her moans turned more and more into cries of pleasure, his tempo and **** increased sending sharp waves of pleasure throughout her core shooting from her nipples, down to the tips of her toes until even the hairs on her head stood up in excitement.

Each thrust brought Winlay closer and closer to a mind shattering climax, and as the crescendo of his desire increased Winlay knew that he wasn't going to stop until he felt the release he needed so badly. Suddenly Adam stiffened above her and the feeling of his ejaculation erupting into her sent Winlay over the edge as well.

She was his. Now and forever. Winlay could feel tears forming from the waves of emotion of the past few hours, but she felt no remorse at all at what they had just done. If Adam left her tomorrow and she never saw him again she would have no regrets, and if he wanted he to spend the rest of her life with him she would gladly abandon all her dreams just to be with him.

Winlay was becoming aware for the first time at how hard the table was under her back. She had no doubts that she would be bruised in several places but she didn't care. Adam must have sensed her discomfort, because he shifted his weight onto his forearms lifting his chest from her crushed tits.

"I'm sorry Winlay," Adam began as he wiped a tear from her cheek. "I thought I'd be able to control myself, but it was just too much."

"I'm not at all sorry." Winlay replied looking him straight in his eye and brushing a sweaty lock of hair away from his face. As she shifted she could feel him still deeply embedded in her filling her in a place that she had never realized had been empty. She could see concerns swirling in his eyes, but she wasn't worried.

"I hurt you." He rolled to her side withdrawing from her as he did.

"A little." There was no point in denying the pain she had felt, "But it was worth it."

"What if you become pregnant?" Winlay hadn't even thought about that possibility and after a quick mental calculation she decided it was certainly at least possible.

"Then I'll give birth to your handsome son, and love him for the rest of my life." It was true. How could she not love Adam's son.

"And what if you have a daughter, as beautiful as you?" He asked.

"I'd love her too. Can we call her Mika?" As soon as Winlay mentioned Mika Adam's mood shifted slightly, she felt a remoteness settle over his face as his thoughts went other places.

"I have to get back." Adam sat up with a sudden jerk as he spoke. "We've been away for too long." Adam seemed uneasy as he pulled his clothing back on. "Maybe it would be better if we didn't tell Mika about this yet." Winlay felt a small measure of disappointment, she had wanted to share her most important moment with her best friend, but the pleasure she felt outweighed the disappointment by so much that she hardly cared.

"Then I had better wash off the evidence." She said as she pointed to the trickle of blood and semen that had dribbled down her thigh. "Give me a kiss." And if she had any doubt about Adam's desire for her, his kiss dismissed it immediately. The same fire that she felt before returned instantly as he held her in his arms and his mouth descended onto hers. His tongue slid easily past her teeth and as he kissed her his hand found her breast and stroked her soft skin until she wanted to scream out in desire. When he finally lifted his mouth from hers, both were panting breathlessly from mutual arousal.

"I can never seem to get enough of you." Adam whispered as he stepped out of her embrace. "But I really have to check on the other two."