Chapter 21

"Do it; take me, Jon…" Cheria breathed in his ear and shut her eyes, taking deep slow breaths as he began pushing his erection carefully between her silky folds.

Jon warred with the instinct to just slam it home, knowing he could be prolonging the pain by taking his time and allowing her to adjust, but didn't want her to tear or anything. Cheria had never been with anyone before and he was her first, also larger than the average man. Halfway sheathed in her, Jon paused giving them time to both adjust. It was like she had been custom designed for him and he could feel her walls clenching around his cock, taking a deep shuddering breath.

"Jon…" Cheria's voice quivered with both anticipation and fear mixed with ecstasy, the burning sensation within her walls coursing through every nerve ending of her body. It felt like a branding iron had been planted against her vagina, only it wasn't fully heated. "K-Keep going…" She gritted out, hearing how erratic his breathing became and knew this was just as painful for him as it was her. Even though he'd had sex before; taking a virgin couldn't be easy for any man, especially one of Jon's size. "Oh god…"

Leaning back on the bed, Cheria felt Jon wrap her legs around his waist and that motion drove him a little deeper inside until he was at her barrier. They had reached the point of no return, literally. Jon couldn't stop himself from going further, his control dissolving into a puddle. He reached beneath her head, gripped the back of her neck and brought Cheria's lips up to meet his, swallowing down her gasps. Masking his own, Jon pushed through the thin barrier that had marked her purity. There was no going back now; no matter what happened after tonight, both of them would forever have this moment burned to memory. Once he was fully sheathed, he buried his face in her throat, hot gasps against her skin.

"Christ Cher, am I hurting you?"

He had to be; she was so tiny and small. The pain wasn't what she thought it would be, more like what Summer described. Constant burning. Her walls were stretching to accommodate his massive size and all Cheria could do was breathe in and out while Jon trembled against her, fighting his own control.

"N-No…" She answered after a minute, hissing when he twitched inside of her and tightened her fingers in his hair. "J-Just hold on a l-little longer…" Cheria stammered, eyes flying wide open as Jon moved again and the burning subsided, leaving her feeling incredibly full. She couldn't explain how it felt to have Jon inside of her, his dick pulsating with need and her sex begging for attention. "P-Please tell me you move or…something…"

Laughing breathlessly, a deep moan escaped her when Jon pulled almost all the way out and snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of her again. If this was sex, Cheria planned on having a lot of it with this man for the rest of her life. Amusement sparkled in his usually pale blue eyes, amusement and... maybe not love, but definitely something close. It could have been love, but he was male and wouldn't admit it just yet.

"Or something…hold onto me, Cher."

He guided her arms around his neck, looping one of his behind her back and pulled Cheria tight against him, letting her feel him as he began rocking in and out of her, his hips meeting hers with each long thrust. It took a few tries, but Cheria eventually got the rhythm down with Jon, both of them moving together in perfect unison. Cheria met every one of his thrusts, rolling her hips going on pure instinct. Their foreheads rested against each other, eyes locked while Jon made love to her, taking it steady and slow. There was no need rushing and Cheria didn't mind, lacing her fingers around his muscular neck.

"This…feels so good…"

She was a fool to be afraid of sex all this time, but glad she waited until the right man came along to take her innocence. When Jon asked if he could go faster, Cheria couldn't deny him and nodded, claiming his mouth in a soft kiss and squealed, her world tilted slightly until she ended up straddled against him. This was definitely new to her. It was a miracle he was still inside of her and hadn't slipped out with that move!

"W-What are you doing?"

"Still making love to you, that hasn't changed. Just our positions have." Jon smiled up at her, his hands on her hips guiding her movements, knowing she felt the change in certain areas quite well. "Come on Cher, do what feels natural to you."

Even if Cheria didn't know what to do, her body did and just had to let go. He rolled his hips up against hers, smiling when she braced her hands against his abdomen. Sliding her hands up to his chest, Cheria gasped at the new position and couldn't believe his cock went deeper than before, watching how he rolled his hips up. Is that what she was supposed to do? Alright, she'd give it a shot.

"Oh wow…" She moaned at the new sensation and first time rolling her hips against his cock, digging her nails a little more into his chest without realizing it. Jon growled in approval, encouraging her to continue. Soon, Cheria completely let go all of her fear and anxiety, letting her body do whatever it wanted naturally going on instinct again. "Oh Jon!" Cheria cried out softly, caressing his chest and arms before moving up to her breasts, massaging them in her hands while still rolling her hips against Jon, picking up the pace ever so slightly.

"That's it, Cher, ride me." He urged in a hoarse rasp.

There was a difference in the way she moved now; Cheria released her fears, inhibitions and allowed natural instinct to takeover, which was how it should be. When she had adjusted to the new pace, Jon let his hands leave her hips, moving them up her abdomen and to her breasts. Rolling her pert nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, his eyes never once left her ecstasy-filled face.

"Yes – oh yes!"

Cheria could feel the hot coil within her threatening to spring free, groaning when it went away and then came back several times, driving her insane. She needed the release, begging for it and whimpered out, starting to bounce on and off Jon's cock. For her first time, Cheria was holding out well and she chalked it up to Jon knowing what he was doing to prolong the inevitable. Then again, she could've climaxed already several times and not known it because she was too engrossed in the man currently inside of her. Whatever the case, Cheria began reaching down to find her swollen bundle of nerves his cock brushed against every other thrust. Gasping as Jon took charge, Cheria sat upright to wrap her legs around his waist while powering in and out of her at a rapid pace. Apparently, he too needed the release and all Cheria could do was cry out, holding onto him for dear life. He had no idea how long they had been going at it, but he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer. She was still tight around him and, each time he slid out of her, it was almost a struggle.

"You close, Cher?" Jon demanded in a growl, unable to stop from upping the pace more, the sounds of flesh smacking flesh echoing throughout the room.

"Y-Yes…" Cheria could feel his cock twitching inside of her, begging to explode and she couldn't hold back any longer. "I-I'm there – OH JON!" Her bellow echoed around the room while he continued thrusting inside of her, riding out her first climax – or second, depending- and soon Jon had lost all control as well.

His release triggered a second climax to shake her body's foundation, Cheria moaning at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of her. Good thing for birth control. Their tense bodies slowly came down from the intense sexual high both climbed to and Cheria sagged against Jon's shoulder, breathing so hard she was coughing a little. She felt him grow limp inside of her and relished every second being with him, hoping they did this a lot more often.

"Holy... shit..." Jon breathed out, collapsing down onto the bed and brought her with him, not minding her laying out on his heaving chest. He could feel his heart going 100 miles a minute, hers doing the same and nearly keeping time with his. "Cheria... that was - you were incredible." He decreed once he caught his breath, kissing the top of her head.

That had definitely been worth the wait.

Cheria didn't believe that because it was only her first time having sex, making love, whatever one wanted to call it. "You were amazing." She murmured against his neck, pressing soft kisses against his Adam's apple and pulse point, nuzzling it with her nose and mouth.

Telling Jon how she felt once was the only time it would be confessed. It wouldn't happen again unless Jon dropped the L bomb first. Monique would strangle her if she found out Cheria had once again worn her heart on her sleeve, but it was hard not to when it came to Jon.

"Thank you for not turning me down."

He could only gape at her, wondering if she was serious. Cheria was thanking him for not turning her down? "Cheria, I don't know if you're aware, but I'm not... I'm just an average guy... and you... you are a stunningly beautiful intelligent woman. I should be thanking you." Jon frowned when he realized he was hearing a whistle, wondering what the hell that was. "Son of a bitch, hold on!"

Carefully removing her from his body, Jon bolted naked from the bed and out to the kitchen. Jon had burnt the bottom of his now empty tea kettle, forgetting about it the moment Cheria hopped on his lap. He returned a few moments later, raking a hand through his damp mop of curls, grinning sheepishly.

"Oops, we forgot about you making me tea, didn't we?" Cheria giggled softly at his boyish grin and crooked a finger at him, sitting up on her knees and grabbed onto his muscular sides, looking up in his eyes. "Before you bolted, I wanted to tell you something. You are not who I expected to be with in my life, but I'm so glad I am with you, Jon. You're perfect, or damn close to it. You're sweet, kind, generous and have the biggest heart. You remind me a lot of Uncle Roy, in a way, only I've never wanted to have sex with him. The point is: I'm crazy about you and you're not just an average guy to me. You're everything to me, do you understand that? Everything."

That was... sweet, but weird, mostly the part about Roy. Jon tried not to let that mental image ruin his otherwise relatively perfect night. He bent down, resting his head on hers and let out a soft sigh, enveloping her in his arms. Truthfully, he didn't know what to say to all of that. She was so serious and young. While he knew Cheria was more mature than most 30 year olds he knew, things in life did change. Jon hoped this didn't, being with her, and banished those thoughts from his mind refusing to entertain them a moment longer.

"I'm crazy about you too, darlin'." He kissed her, dropping sideways onto the bed and pulled her down with him, running the tip of his fingers up and down her arm. "Borderline insanity probably." Jon smirked when she smiled, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Thank you, Cheria."

Grinning, Cheria laced their fingers together to rest over her beating heart and snuggled further against him. Jon pulled the sheets over their bodies to keep the chill out of the room, but Cheria knew his body was plenty furnace for her to never get cold. Turning her head to brush her mouth against his, Cheria reached up to run her fingers through his damp curls, sighing in contentment as he nuzzled her neck. His arms tightened around her and Cheria felt like she was in a warm safe cocoon where nothing and nobody could ever hurt her.

"I guess we're both insane then, huh?"

Unequivocally 100% out of their minds, but Jon knew he wouldn't have it any other way. He was also seriously considering calling it a day for the shop and just closing it down. One day wouldn't kill anyone, it wasn't like he had done it before. One time could be forgiven.

"What do you think about taking the day off tomorrow, Cher? Spend it here, locked away, with me hmm?" They could spend it doing whatever, making love, hanging out; he'd even cook for her.

"Really?"

Cheria turned around to fully face him, laying on her side and draped her leg over his while his arm remained around her. Here was the man of her dreams who would close down his shop just to spend the day with her since she had it off from school. What more could Cheria possibly want out of life? Going to school at the community college had been a terrific idea and it was all thanks to Jon.

"I'd love that. I'll cook too, if you want." Aunt Betty taught her a few things in the kitchen and she could make a mean casserole with the right ingredients. Or anything Jon wanted. "Just no cheeseburgers, please. Let's nix those for the day."

"Sounds like a plan."

He made a mental note to send Joe a text to let him know not to bother coming in. Joe would either question him relentlessly about it because he had never shut down before or would let it slide for now and wait until Jon had thought he was in the clear before launching some sneak attack questionnaire thing on him. What the Samoan didn't know wouldn't hurt him and, besides, Jon was the boss.

"We'll eyeball what's there in the morning and make a plan then, but I'll cook breakfast for you. I can make steak and eggs." The idea of playing house... it was kind of fun. "You hungry now, Cher?" Jon had probably drained her reserves, smirking at the thought. He planned on doing it again shortly.

"Actually, yeah I am a little." Cheria blushed when her stomach growled without warning, thankful it wasn't a fart or that would've been extremely mortifying. "Yes, I definitely am. Can we order something tonight? I don't feel like cooking and I'm sure you don't either." She wasn't in the mood to put clothes on either considering the only clothes she had was the dress she wore and it currently lay on the floor. "I'll have to run home tomorrow and get my clothes. I'll just tell my Aunt and Uncle I'm staying with Monique. So, what do you want? Chinese sounds good, but I'll eat whatever you're in the mood for."

"Chinese?"

He glanced at the time, wondering what was open since he usually ordered pizza at this hour. Fortunately for him, Cheria knew exactly where to get it from and he was more than happy to let her give him the number and what she wanted, finally placing an order. Jon sighed afterwards, reluctantly pulling back on his jeans, but that was the only thing he planned on wearing.

"I'm going to text Joe and let him know about tomorrow." He watched as she looked around for her dress, smirking. "Cher, you want something of mine to wear?" That dress was gorgeous, but he doubted it was comfortable.

"If you wouldn't mind…"

Cheria smiled when he tossed her one of his t-shirts and waited until he left the room before bringing it to her nose, taking in a long inhale of his scent. He always smelled so good and the scent intoxicated her, made her hungry for him. Her stomach growled again, signaling she had to eat before thinking about going another round with Jon. Shaking her head, Cheria pulled the t-shirt over her head and wasn't surprised it rested just to her knees, pulling her silver hair out to let it hang down her back over the material. Then she headed out texting Monique to let her know the game plan for tomorrow. Jon was a bit surprised at the laid back message he received from Joe, who apparently was very chill with the idea of having a full Saturday off. He didn't want to know why his friend was fine with it, shaking his head. No doubt he'd hear all about it on Monday when work resumed.

"If you want to watch TV or something while we wait..." Jon waved the remote toward Cheria when she emerged, not surprised to see her phone in her hand.

"Sure, we can watch a movie or something. You need to teach me how to work this Apple TV though. We have regular cable."

She winked at him, sitting on the couch with her legs curled beneath her and smiled at the text she received from Monique. Of course Joe was fine with having a day off and it was because of her best friend, not that Jon knew about it yet. In time he would.

All good things came to those who waited.