I made sure to cross over his bulge before reaching the belt. My thumb slid in and pulled his excess belt from its loops, then with a tug, I let the p...n pop free. I moved his belt aside and reached for his button, snapping it free and sliding down his zipper. Almost there. Biting my lip, I looked up, meeting his hungry eyes, I could feel how badly he wanted my lips around him. I looked back down and realized he had nothing on underneath his jeans. Making sure my face expressed the same level of. " I told her, "the shop window has nose marks on the glass where poor girls like me lust after clothes without a price tag." Another deep breath. "Sarah. You've always been the course star, now you're failing your assignments and - look, seriously - have you ever realised that you're beautiful? But what's going on?"She curtseyed and said. "Thank you." Then she suddenly bent and touched her toes. "Amazing. These trousers are so tight, yet I can bend." She peered at her bottom. "Can't see any. “Very sexy.” “Glad you approve.” She could feel his warmth as he moved closer, the gentle brush of his shirt against her back, watching his every move; all she could hear was her heavy breathing and all she could smell was him. He unhooked her bra, slipping the straps down over her shoulders, reaching his arms around her to peel the cups away from her round breasts and dropping it to the floor. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, they fell to her feet and she stepped. Mary’s heart beat as it never had before, pumping her body full of liquid euphoria. Sturgill was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a man — tall, strong, handsome, intelligent and thoughtful. Having him naked in her arms was almost too much to comprehend. The same was true for Sturgill. Mary had captivated him from the day he first met her. She had that certain something, a way of carrying herself that transcended her somewhat average looks. Radiant was the word he thought of on many mornings.