Ollie’s POV
The kiss starts soft, Hugh’s lips pressing gently to mine. Then they start to move, opening enough for his tongue to dash out and lick at the seam of my own lips, encouraging me to open. When I do, that tongue slips into my mouth.
I hum in delight as I lean back into him anxious for more.
Slowly, he lowers his hands down to my hips, holding me firmly by the hipbones. As his tongue explores my mouth, he starts tracing his hands up along my sides. Then, just beneath my breasts, he brings those hands to my front, the edge of his thumb tracing the underside of my breasts through my nightgown.
I’m unsure what to do with my own hands, so I hold onto his at the wrists.
Inch by slow inch, he lifts us hands up, his palms brushing my hardened n*****s through the satin, until he is f
