Justin took a deep breath and he knew he wasn't the one that should be nervous, but damn it - he was a little. He had to be good at this. He had built it up to Megan and if he was horrible and didn't get any type of reaction from her, he was pretty sure he wouldn't come out of the spare room all week. He hooked his fingers around her pants and slowly eased them out of the way, taking his time as he kissed his way down over her stomach.
His heart, was practically smashing itself up against his chest, and he really hoped he wasn't sweating, or something embarrassing like that. Because, Megan was pretty much naked now and it was a big fucking deal, one that he was trying not to make into such a big deal and freak Megan out. "Can you move up a bit." He was honestly surprised he hadn't ended up choking that out. No he said, it rather calmly. Bloody miracle. He pulled further back and decided to just go with it. He ran his tongue quickly over his lips and place a hesitant kiss, where Megan's pants had just been before. He pulled back and stole a look, but decided, he was wasting too much time and decided to just lean down and do it again, this time letting his tongue slip out as well. His fingers brushed against her thigh, holding them apart, so he could get a better angle. Yeah this could work.