Reaching her cottage, they entered through the kitchen.
“Hang on Jon. I’ll be right back,” Meg asked as she disappeared further into her house.
Jon sat down on a small bench in her utility room and took off his shoes while he waited for Meg. She came back a few minutes later, took his hand and led him into the bathroom, by way of the bedroom. His first inkling of what was to come were all the candles illuminating the bedroom.
Meg led him into the bathroom, also filled with candles casting a soft glow off the cream colored walls. The tub was currently filling with water and bubbles. Turning to face him she started to unbutton his shirt, but her hands were shaking so bad he had to stop her.
Jon took hold of her hands holding them close to his chest and said, "Megan."
She looked at him.
"Honey....Are you sure?"
Meg looked up at Jon, his gaze soft, waiting for her to answer. She wanted him to make love to her, but was so nervous, wondering maybe if she would come up lacking compared to the other women he's had.
"Yes, Jon, I want you to make love to me," looking down shyly, "if you still want too." She knew about the birds and the bees from watching the horses, but the whole endeavor was still a bit scary, regardless of her being a grown woman.
Jon looked at her with all seriousness. He brought her hands up to his chest, holding them there, flat, with his hands. Slowly he cupped her face with his, lowering his head, he kissed her. Softly first, with small kisses, then turning it into one long kiss. Instinctively, her tongue gained entry. Breaking off the kiss, his hands moved to her waist, grabbing her shirt and pulling it off over her head.
Taking the hint and with a bit more muster, Meg unbuttoned Jon's shirt and removed it. When they were finally naked, Jon picked up Meg and carried her to the tub, placing her in it, stepping in behind her.
Jon wanted to make sure he took it slow with her. He didn't want to come on too fast or too strong and scare her. It was bad enough he was gonna have to hurt her the first time, but it was his goal to make sure she was ready as she could be. He wanted her to get used to him naked in all his glory, so as he slowly sank into the tub and sat down, he pulled her back between his legs and proceeded to slowly wash her back.
Meg followed Jon’s silent directions. She eased her back between his legs. The hot water and bubbles were so sensual. She couldn't resist running her hands up and down Jon's legs, feeling the curly hair. Her butt and lower back were right up against Jon's crotch. She could feel his hard on against her lower back. It wasn't that she was ignorant about what happens, she has seen horses mate, it was part of life, but to actually have it happen to her. Her stomach was all tense and knotted from being scared, but excited at the same.
Jon had found some soap and his strong hands were running up and down her back slowly. He massaged her shoulders, his thumbs pushing into her muscles. God that felt good. She could get used to this after a hard days work. With his hands on her shoulders, Meg heard Jon whisper, "Lean back sweetheart." She leaned back against his chest, her forearms and elbows resting on his legs.
In this position it gave Jon access to her breasts. Jon slowly moved his hands down her shoulders, across her chest, and cupped her breasts. Meg let go with an 'ooohhh' and grabbed hold of his knees. The feeling wonderful and intense. His hands massaged them. Pressing his hands against them, running under her breasts then up, his palms scraping against her nipples, which were rock hard. Her eyes closed and her head fell back, resting against his left shoulder. Jon then took her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, pinching them, holding them as he pulled them out, her breasts hanging away from her body before he let go. Her hips convulsed, her lower region felt heavy and swollen.
Jon continued to caress her breasts as he thought to himself, this is new territory for him. With all his experience, he had never deflowered a virgin, but he was determined to make this as memorable as possible for her. He didn't ever want her to forget him. But if things went his way, they would be thinking of each other every day for the rest of their lives.
Megan turned around needing to face Jon, look at him, touch him. On her knees, she put a leg on either side of Jon's, who had straightened out his legs. He sat back and enjoyed her ministrations, letting her lead. Once she got started, she became engrossed in her work. With soapy hands, she ran them over his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles. Meg could feel his chest hair under her palms. She touched his nipples with my finger tips. They were hard. It took all of Jon's self control not to grab her and plunge himself into her, but he needed to move things along. He was about to say something, when, on her own, she moved down to touch him. She moved her hand down to touch him on her own, no longer able to wait. She wanted to know him without any pressure from him. She wrapped my hand around his hard shaft. The texture was and velvety soft, yet hard. Watching his expression as she moved her hand slowly up and down, his eyes fluttered closed and his head fell back. She could feel his legs tense. Jon enjoyed her touch a few more seconds, then taking hold of her hand before he came.
"Jon, did I do something wrong?" Meg asked worriedly.
"No baby. You are wonderful. I just don't want to cum too soon."
"Oh."
Jon stood up, pulling Meg with him, "Let's get out and dry off, Hon."
Together we stepped out and dried off.
"I think we'll be more comfortable on the bed," Jon said leading the way, as Meg admired his ass. He pulled back the bed covers and had Meg crawl in with him right behind her.
Pulling her close, Jon said, "Meg. I love you. I wanted to tell you before we continued. I didn't want you to think I said it to get into your bed. If you don't want to go any further tell me know while I can still stop."
Meg, running her fingertips lightly across his chest, looked into his eyes, "I love you," looking down and back up, "and I don't want you to stop."
Jon ran a hand through her hair and whispered, "Oh, Babe," as he kissed her. He rolled on top of her, kissing her, nibbling an ear, fondling her pussy. She was wet and he wanted to make sure his entry was as painless as possible. She was writhing under him, emitting little moans. He placed himself at her entrance and pushed in a little, then out, lubricating himself. Pushing back in, he encountered her maidenhead. One more push found him buried to the hilt.
He
paused for a moment, trying to hold back, as he was on the verge of
coming and he didn't want to leave her behind. Meg had winced at the
small pain, but once the pain eased she felt like she was on the
verge of something and naturally started to move her hips.
"Jon,"
she whimpered, running my hands over his arms and back. She thought
she heard him whisper, "Hang on Babe." A second later he
started to move. In and out. This feeling in her was building. Jon
was thrusting faster. Finally she came. Jon kissed to her briefly
before one final push, head thrown back, groaning. Jon was laying on
top of her, breathing hard, but his weight felt good. "Oh, Jon,"
she said, running her hands over his back, "that was amazing."
"I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Jon asked, concerned, as he moved to lay beside her.
"No. I am OK Jon," she said, hugging him.
“Hang on, I’ll be right back.”
Jon got up and walked to the bathroom. He found a couple of wash clothes and used one to wash off the evidence of the fact she was a virgin. Rinsing it out in warm water, he took both of them to Meg. He gently cleaned her up with one. With the other warm wash cloth he placed it against her and said, "There, the heat should help a bit." Jon then pulled up the covers, pulled her close so they were spooning and they both fell asleep.