When we'd caught our breath, I dealt with the condom, came back, and rolled us so she was on top of me.
Seraphina rose over me with her silver hair falling around us both like a curtain, her hands flat on my chest. For a moment she just sat there, looking down, and I let her look. Then she reached between us, guided me back inside her, and sank down with a long, shaking breath.
She took the pace this time. Slow rolls of her hips, grinding down, feeling for angles, her eyes half closed and her lower lip caught in her teeth. Her breasts moved with every roll. I put my hands on her hips and didn't steer, just held, and let her find what she wanted. The engagement ring on the hand braced over my heart threw faint plum-blossom petals of light into the air whenever her pleasure spiked; they drifted and faded above us like slow snow.
"You're incredible," I told her. My thumbs found her nipples and circled, and she pressed down harder.
