Dumas hadn’t intended to tickle Mari.  But when she laughed, he couldn’t keep from smiling.  She was so beautiful right now, flushed with arousal and happiness.  His special treasure.  No one else had ever seen her like this -- and perhaps no one else ever would.  Perhaps, from this moment onward, she would belong to him.  Did he dare hope?  Dumas had believed in forever once, only to be proved horribly wrong.  And yet, this was different, wasn’t it?  This time they weren’t in the middle of a war zone.<br/><br/>A loud groan of pleasure erupted from Dumas as Mari lowered herself onto him.  His breathing speeded up, rapidly lifting and dropping his chest beneath her hands.  Oh god!  It had been a long time since anything felt this good.  But Dumas didn’t get so caught up in his own enjoyment that he forget about Mari’s inexperience.  “You’re doing great,” he reassured.  Taking one of her hands, Dumas brought it to his mouth, gently kissing the sensitive underside of her wrist -- trying to help ease her through her pain.  “Things should start feeling better soon.  If they don’t, tell me.  Okay?”<br/><br/>Once Mari seemed a bit more comfortable, Dumas carefully gripped her hips, lifting her a little before letting gravity pull her back down.  The friction between their bodies sent shudders of delight rushing through Dumas, and he couldn’t hold back another lusty groan.  “Oh fuck!  Bunny Girl…you’re tighter than an angel’s ass.”  Taking his cues from Mari’s reaction, Dumas slowly built up a rhythm or raising and lowering her.  And if she ever seemed inclined to take the initiative, controlling their pace for herself, he easily surrendered to her desire.