Damaged by Indigo Sin

want.” he crooned. He wanted her to come out of her shell, to be the feisty lover he knew she could be. She was there, just beneath the surface. He just needed to coax her out.
    Monica hesitated slightly, but she rose to her knees in front of him, running the palms of her hands down his chest, over his taut abs. Her breath caught and her hands trembled, but she didn’t shy away. Letting her hands slide farther south, she cupped the bulge pushing at the front of his jeans, glancing up at him as if for approval. Seth sat back on the couch, lounging with an arm draped over the back, completely at ease. “Take your time. There’s no rush,” he assured her.
    His cock didn’t agree with that piece of advice , though. It flexed painfully within its denim confines. Every touch of her hot little hands had him wound so tight he feared he’d come before he even got inside her. Seth watched as her head lowered, placing the lightest of kisses on his chest. Her breath was hot, ramping up his desire a whole other notch. Clenching his fists at the onslaught of sensation, he groaned, letting his head fall back while she peppered his neck with open-mouth kisses. Fuck, she was amazing. When her kisses reached his bellybutton, it felt like lightening coursed through his veins. Just the thought of how warm and wet her little mouth would be had his dick twitching, pulsing with desperation, but he endured her sinful torture, not wanting it to ever end.
    His breath sawed in and out, ragged from the restraint it took to not flip her over and fuck her senseless. Monica’s fingertips hooked in the waistband of his jeans and tugged at them. Seth lifted, assisting her with the task, growling with relief when his cock finally sprang free. The swollen tip glistened with a perfect droplet of pre-cum, and when she wrapped her little hand around his length, he was certain that every brain cell in his head fried on contact.
    Her gaze locked with his as her head lowered. Pure lust shimmered in those honey brown eyes. Warmth enveloped his shaft and his eyes rolled back into his head. “Fuck, Monica,” he hissed, threading his hands in her hair. The way she used her tongue, swirling it over his hard flesh…he was going to lose his mind. She worked slowly, sliding her mouth up and down his length until he was fisting the couch cushions in a death grip over his head. The sensations were overwhelming, and if her mouth felt this good, getting inside her would be a true test of his resolve. He was already holding back as it was.
    He endured her sensuous torture for as long as he could manage, but when that familiar tingle started in his groin, he had to stop her. As much as it killed him, God, he had to stop her. Gritting his teeth, Seth lifted her head, sucking in a breath when she lashed at the underside one last time with her tongue. She was teasing him, the little minx. Reaching to his jeans, he pulled a condom from the pocket, hoping she didn’t see the slight tremble in his hands. Her nervousness seemed to return at the appearance of the condom, like she was having second thoughts about it, and he couldn’t really blame her. She’d obviously been through some shit in her life, and until he had any clue what that entailed, he was going to be very careful with her.
    Seth handed it to her, taking hold of her hand briefly until she met his gaze. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Monica. We don’t have to do this, but I promise you…I’ll take it slow, and I’ll make you feel damn good. Do you trust me?”
    Her eyes flickered to the foil packet in her hand and back to his face before she swallowed hard. “You can’t be on top. I have to be on top,” she said, her voice breathy.
    Seth nodded slowly. He was proud of her for exerting her guidelines, but a slow simmer of rage began building within at the thought that someone in her past had hurt her to the point she no longer gave herself completely over. If he ever