As she pressed her body into him, she probably felt something else pressing into her. Cocky as Ollie may have been--so to speak--there was always a bit of nervousness about that sort of thing the first time around. He did his best to ignore it.
It wasn't too hard. Her lips on his and her chest pressed against him distracted him rather well, as did the feel of her bare back against his hands. They slid down, over her lower back, over her backside. He tried to imagine it, but he knew the image would pale to the reality.