“I would never torture you, Bunny Girl.”  Underneath her shirt, Dumas gave one of Mari’s nipples a playful twist and a wide grin split his face.  “Well, not very much, at least.”<br/><br/>Then Mari began tugging at his shirt.  And although that was a perfectly normal thing to do, Dumas tensed, suddenly afraid.   For a moment, he even considered asking Mari if he could just remain partially dressed during their lovemaking.  But if they were going to share this act, when two bodies moved together as one, then there shouldn’t be any secrets left between them.  So Dumas gave in, allowing her to pull the shirt up over his head.   “When you see my back, it’s...I mean, it doesn’t...just don’t freak out.  Please?”<br/><br/>From this angle, she probably couldn’t see much yet.  But if she ran her hand over his back, she’d feel numerous tiny ridges.  Trying to take his mind off of how she might react, Dumas removed Mari’s shirt and began kissing his way down her chest, soon losing himself in the wonderful taste of her soft skin.  As he moved lower, his back slowly revealed itself to her gaze.  At first, it looked like nothing more than a large tattoo -- a pair of angel wings, stretching from Dumas’s shoulder blades to the small of his back, with the name ‘<span style="font-style: italic">Davy</span>’ written between them.  However, closer inspection revealed that the feathery pattern of the wings had actually been tattooed to incorporate an intricate web of tiny white scars.<br/><br/>When he reached the border between skin and denim, Dumas unzipped Mari’s jeans and yanked them down over her hips.  Then he pressed his face between her legs, using his tongue to explore this opening as eagerly as he’d explored her mouth.