Zenon's Game Chapter 179

"Later," he smiled, kissing me through his smile, "Definitely later."

"Come," I pulled away and pulled him along with me.

I took him upstairs to my bedroom. It felt so nice to have this night to ourselves. Alone, just the two of us.

One thing I could be sure of, was that my home had fewer distractions than his. My sister and mother like to forget I'm around. And, for once, I didn't think that was a bad thing.

We walked up the steps, with Zenon following me. Our feet pressed down against the carpet. My hand was wrapped in his and I blushed, feeling his eyes watch me walk up the stairs.

I tried to remember if I had left my bedroom messy this morning. Zenon hasn't been to my room many times. Last time was probably when he saw the bloody jersey...

I realized that by the way Zenon was looking at me, it was probably the last thing on his mind.

Zenon closed my bedroom door softly behind him. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and conscious of my unmade bed and the stuffed toys in the corner of my room. Here was a boy... in my sanctuary.

He closed the distance between us. Zenon's thumb lightly touched my cheek and he tenderly stroked my skin down to my lips. I inhaled and his thumb momentarily entered my open mouth.

His fingers rested against my neck and he used that light grip to gently pull me towards him. His soft lips came down on the cape of my neck. He exhaled hot breath onto my bare skin, causing the hairs on my neck to stand up. My skin tingled as he lightly sucked my neck, his other hand roaming down my side.

"Why are you stopping?" I asked, opening my eyes.

He was looking down at my hands on his shirt and then looked directly at me, "Do you want to take it off?"

I blushed, "Only if you want to..."

It's true that my hands have recently gotten a fascination with his shirts. I keep tugging his shirt or playing with the fabric in my fingers, too afraid to do anything about it.

"You want to watch me take my shirt off. Tell me that," he said, not a hint of shame in his voice, "You don't need to feel guilty about desire."

"I don't," I lied.

"We can take all the time you need. Foreplay," he said, "It's the feeling you get when you touch me with the fabric in between us." He took my hand and gently guided it from his stomach up to his chest, "And then when you feel what's under."

He moved in slow motion.

I felt enveloped in him. His hands on mine, guiding me over him. I didn't have to overthink. He was showing me, and it took all the self-doubt out of the atmosphere. I couldn't focus and yet all I could think about was Zenon.

What a conflict.

I raised his shirt gently, knowing he wouldn't do it for me. I could feel his own skin get goosebumps as I took his shirt off and rubbed my hands more comfortably over him.

That was a cue to him, and his slow pace quickened. He pulled me closer to him, letting me know how it felt to have him firmly against him. His fingers now came to my shirt.

He knew what he was doing.

"Do you want to?" he asked.

I nodded, "We've gone this far before."

I remembered our shared shower at the lake house.

He softly laughed, "But you go hot and cold. It's hard for me to keep up."

That's true.

I pulled his shirt off and kissed him.

I shuddered as he lifted my shirt over my head.

I felt so bare in front of him, insecure. I wrapped my arms around his strong back.

"Not too far this time," I whispered.

Zenon sighed and I felt him withdraw, letting the tension evaporate after my last comment.

Zenon was in my bedroom, his shirt on the floor. Mine was scattered somewhere too.

He got out of bed, wearing only his boxers. His toned body on full display. He walked over to my vinyl collection and pulled out a record.

I could tell he was trying to calm down.

I felt guilt. Why didn't I want to go further?

"I didn't realize you collected these, Candy," he mentioned, turning it over.

Truthfully, I felt a bit nervous. I didn't know what to do after we just... and now... and he...

My thoughts were really deteriorating.

I don't know what I expected, but I was feeling a bit nervous about all of this. I'm not used to a guy in my room. But Zenon always kept the mood so relaxed.

He sat back on the bed and put his bare arm over me. I snuggled onto him and further in bed. It felt reassuring, having his body to lean against, that I found myself beginning to fall asleep.

My eyes were drooping but I said, "The last few days have been intense."

I couldn't even summarize everything that's happened in the last 48 hours.

"You and I need some time together," Zenon said, his hand resting on my hair, "I want to take my girlfriend out."

He likes to play with my hair. He curled strands of my hair around his fingers. I snuggled up closer to him, inhaling his familiar scent. My head lay on his bare chest, listening to his regular breathing. It was hypnotic.

Up and down, his chest moved. I felt the warmth of his body against my skin. The comforting touch of someone who cares for me.